"Is there some flaw in this? I really didn't hear anything wrong with it..."
Mo Zixue, who was sitting to the side, was taken aback when she heard Wang Yueheng's opinion.
She felt that the song Zhang Jingying had just sung could be used directly as a movie soundtrack OST.
Zhang Jingying's assistant, Xiang Xiaoyue, clearly shared the same view.
It's completely unimaginable how Zhang Jingying, who has already given her all, could continue to improve her level.
She frowned, staring curiously at Wang Yueheng on the video screen, hoping he would explain himself.
"First of all, the opening 'la la la' chant, transitioning from a weak breathy voice to the first medium-strong mixed voice point, Sister Jingying, your control of the weak voice is very beautiful, like a thin veil, but the speed is a little too fast, which makes the feeling of 'from the virtual to the real' come too early, weakening the sense of fate pulling the line 'I can't see through it, it's your lost soul' a little."
“Sister Jingying, you can imagine that when you sing this song, your breath is like a thread sinking into the deep sea, being pulled upwards very slowly and evenly by an invisible force until that explosive point. The pain is ‘accumulated’ until it has to be released, rather than suddenly ‘started’…”
Wang Yueheng's gaze swept over the notes he had casually scribbled on the paper, and he spoke seriously, word by word.
Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's words in the video, Zhang Jingying showed a look of realization.
Such breath control and emotional depth that transcends technical skill are things that the singer himself would hardly be aware of.
However, once the original author or a more professional person points it out, one can immediately understand it.
This brief opening comment alone made Zhang Jingying look at Wang Yueheng with new respect and admiration.
"...And this E6/F6 in this section, while impeccable in terms of professional pitch and purity, and with sufficient penetration, also lacks a bit of 'struggle'. In the movie, Xiaowei's love is desperate and bewitching, and Peirong's sacrifice is heart-wrenching. This highest point should not only be ethereal, but it should also carry the last trace of 'hoarseness' when the soul is torn apart. Even just 1% of 'imperfect' vibrato can instantly give this high note the painful temperature of 'humanity'. Therefore, this singing style is too professional and thus alienates it from the movie's plot..."
"The bass lines in the verses are very expressive, and the breathy vocals are used well, but the line 'I can't draw your bones' is handled too softly. You could try adding a little more force to the vocal cord closure in the latter half of the word 'bones,' giving the sound a slight, sandpaper-like 'grainy' quality. It's not about increasing the volume, but about changing the 'texture.' This lyric is also the core metaphor behind my title of this song, 'Painting the Heart,' and it needs this concrete feeling of 'difficulty in drawing bones'!"...
Immediately afterwards, Wang Yueheng found problems in almost every sentence the other party spoke that he considered flawed.
Most of these were questions that Zhang Jingying herself originally intended to ask him.
For a singer of Zhang Jingying's caliber, singing technique and ability are no longer the biggest issues.
The challenge is how to integrate such skills and abilities into a song, perfectly matching the melody and the song's emotions.
Therefore, most of what Wang Yueheng pointed out were deviations in the other party's understanding of the original intention of creating the song.
It took a full ten minutes.
Wang Yueheng then recounted all the problems he had discovered, which he had written down on paper, to the other party.
The assistant, Xiang Xiaoyue, was already staring in astonishment, her mouth agape as if she had witnessed a celestial being descending from the heavens.
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