Even in another time and space, most of the singing on TV has been remixed - idol stars or celebrities who act and sing. If they sing live, the sound will be terrible... Really Those who dare to sing at live concerts have a good foundation in singing skills.
The result of the discussion between several managers was to set up an advanced recording studio, mix the songs through post-production, and then record them into songs. During the performance, a lip-syncing mode without the microphone on would be used, which can generally guarantee the performance effect.
Then the problem arises: there are many people in Plaid Skirt Club who are proficient in idols and Japanese entertainment, but no one knows music. Recording a record involves arranging, mixing, and a series of professional techniques in post-production. Liu Shuixin, the only artistic consultant, does not understand these. So these days, I have been practicing along with the accompaniment, and I have never matched my lip sync once.
Seeing that the official performance was approaching day by day, but the recording was still not complete, several organizers began to get angry. After an emergency meeting, Zhang Bolin was sent to condescend to ask Nangong Hao for advice.
Zhang Bolin, the "iron-blooded officer" of the Young Officers Club who has been accused of being a German stickman who preaches artillery all day long and occasionally makes some "politically incorrect" remarks from the past, is actually a senior idol otaku. It would be a bit incongruous for these two attributes to appear in one person at the same time.
Seeing that the rehearsal of the folk band over there was almost over, Zhang Bolin didn't even see a shadow. Wu Ciren started to get angry. He sneaked out for a long time and came to the scene today just to cheer up the girls - to let the veterans of the National Police know that they had to criticize him for not doing his job: Recently, the National Police and Lingao Telecom are jointly carrying out a crackdown on telecommunications theft. line action. It would be a big mistake for him not to go to the scene to take command, not to mention that there is a pile of documents on his desk waiting for his review.
Just when I was getting angry, I saw Zhang Bolin slowly coming back with a happy face, obviously the negotiation went smoothly.
"What? He agreed?"
"Yes." Zhang Bolin said with a pretentious and solemn expression, "He promised to take action tonight - I paid a heavy price."
"You sound like you're sacrificing your body." Wu Ciren was in a good mood and couldn't help but joke, "I'll try to get you some bottles of lotion..."
"Don't be a slut, I'm not a lesbian." Zhang Bolin said. "Classmate Nangong is quite good. He agreed after I mentioned this matter - no ambiguity at all. I thought he would be as prejudiced against us as Okamoto and Dongfang..."
"Back then, opening up and closing was considered a heretic. It doesn't matter if they despised our Otuan: in the future, we will have bitter feelings to sell." Wu Ciren said, "Having bitter feelings to sell is also the Otuan's wealth. If the national conditions were not different, I would have Just ask them to take to the streets to post advertisements.”
"We should ask Zhang Yunmi to post this advertisement. We have to find a bad weather day when there are not many people on the road. Let's take some video data and then use it when making a documentary: The first generation ace posted an advertisement in the cold wind of a rainy night. ..." As a senior idol nerd, Zhang Bolin has a lot of imagination.
"Don't start talking about whether there is something or not." Dongmen Chuiyu, who came in a hurry, interrupted the two people's endless thoughts, "I think it's better to let them sing along with the recording a few times first, otherwise they will enter the recording studio and lose the tune. nothing."
"The three songs we selected are all in Japanese, how can we sing along?"
"Please Liu Shuixin record it first." Dongmen Chuiyu said. "Let's split up and act as soon as possible. The General Staff has a lot of things waiting for me."
Outside the gate of Lingao Gymnasium. The members of the art troupe were unloading the trucks and sorting them out. Musical instruments and equipment, large and small, were piled all over the floor. The rising sun shines red light on the faces of Okamoto and Nangong Hao, but the expressions of the two veteran artists are not so clear.
"This Dongfang! What's going on? Why didn't such a big thing as the live rehearsal happen in time?" Okamoto complained helplessly. He had nothing to do with the lazy deputy leader, but he watched as he helped move the equipment. The soldiers of the security battalion were about to leave as a group, but they still couldn't help but become anxious.
"I guess he overslept. Doesn't he like sleeping in very much?" Nangong Hao was a little calmer, "I like it too." He yawned widely. He spent the whole night doing post-production for the girl idols last night.
"Leader, Nangong, the orchestra members have been assembled. Let's go in first. Arranging the equipment on stage will take time anyway." Liu Shuixin, who had not been seen for a long time, walked over and said.
Today, the "Flower of the Senate" wore a light linen-colored floor-length skirt, made of starched silk and linen blended fabric, with a simple yet elegant style. At first glance, I thought it was from the old time and space, but it was obviously made newly. The bright silver brooch seemed to reveal a little information. The Gothic "liu" character was held up in a V shape by two treble clef "g". Gorgeous with a touch of art.
This is obviously not a product of the office's special store. Dongfang knows very well: the clothing styles sold there are very simple. It is almost like a uniform or work clothes, there is absolutely no such thing that looks very stylish at first glance.
I have to find out where she got it. This thought flashed through his mind for a moment.
"Okay, let's go in first, and we can use the phone inside to call Bairen Dormitory to see if Dongfang is up," Okamoto said.
Lian Nishang was walking in a hurry, the morning breeze blowing the skirt of her white sportswear. There were not many pedestrians on the road beside the Wenlan River at the moment, and the direction leading to the gymnasium was very empty. She had already seen the front door of Lingao Gymnasium. square.
Suddenly, she stopped, because Zhuo Yifan did not know when he appeared next to the street lamp pole in front of her, looking at her with a slight smile, as if there was something in his hand.
"Ah? Why did you arrive so early? I thought you came here by yourself to look for a while!"
The outspoken policewoman showed her habitual "superiority of naturalized people" again, as if Zhuo Shaoxia would be lost without her guidance.
Zhuo Yifan smiled and said nothing, thinking that with such a majestic building and such an open road, it would be embarrassing for me to get lost. He said softly: "I got up early and took a walk when I had nothing to do. I went to Lingao in the morning market." I have heard about pancakes for a long time, so I happened to come across them, so I bought some." He raised the paper bag in his hand and said, "Have you had breakfast? If not, you might as well try it."
The paper bag contains multigrain noodle pancake fruits: fried fruits, and strong-flavored chili sauce and sweet noodle sauce. Although eggs are rare and expensive, eggs are generally not added, and the taste is not as good as the original version. After it was launched, it still It has been welcomed by naturalized people and indigenous people, and the comments are: it makes them hungry and relieves their greed. It would be even more delicious if paired with a bowl of tofu pudding or soy milk.
He, a pampered young man, shouldn't have to do the chore of buying breakfast himself, but now the policewoman Lian Nishang is one of the few reliable local sources for him, the "dragon crossing the river". Everyone in the industry thinks that he cannot be neglected, and the Huashan faction The disciple's method of wining over the generals was quite decent.
Lian Nishang was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and said: "Thank you, Master, for your trouble. I've eaten, you can keep it first. Ah, Zuo Yamei should have arrived, let's go in quickly." After that, he quickened his pace, Zhuo Yi Fan happily followed.
Gym Office.
"What? Are you sure that Dongfang Yuan has just left the dormitory area? That's good! Thank you!"
Okamoto put down the phone receiver, raised his head, exhaled, and said to Nangong: "Okay, this guy is really pissed! Fortunately, he has already gone out. Let's do the sound check first."
The gymnasium was not cleared. Firstly, the art troupe only needed to occupy the space of the central basketball court for rehearsals. Secondly, the propaganda department of the Senate hoped that the core naturalized citizens would be more influenced by "mainstream culture." Minister Ding Ding specially sent reporters to follow up. According to reports, "Lingao Times" has recently published articles introducing "Australian literature and art". Each unit also advertised and encouraged naturalized people to observe the cultural festival rehearsals. The indigenous people were not blocked from entering, but they were not allowed to get close to the elders.
Zuo Yamei came to the gym early. Although the rehearsal of the Plaid Skirt Club was later, after the instrumental ensemble of the art troupe, today she was invited by her friend Lian Nishang to practice fighting.
Of course, if she hadn't been so impressed by Mr. Zhuo's appearance that she glanced at last time, I'm afraid the young policewoman wouldn't have given up her early morning sleep so easily.
She sat on the bench, took out a bag of Lingao's purple sweet potatoes and started chewing them. While humming to the soundtrack of the club program, she watched with interest the "music band" conducted by the chiefs carrying dazzling ’s “Australian Instruments” took to the temporary stage.
At this time, a chirping sound came from the door, and a teacher led a team wearing Fangcaodi school uniforms into the venue. These were the "outstanding students" selected by the education department from the Fangcaodi Drama Club and members of the selection team. Art Observation Group" is specially designed to receive the influence of the advanced culture of Australia and Song Dynasty.
Fangcaodi has changed into summer uniforms. The boys wear white short-sleeved shirts and navy blue trousers; the girls wear white navy lapel pullovers, red scarves, and blue pleated skirts, which form a pleasing picture of the elders.
Not to mention the natives, even among the naturalized people, this team aroused a burst of admiration. Some girls' eyes almost burst out of fire.
Even someone like Zhuo Yifan, who is not very interested in "Australian style", was attracted by the team: this kind of youthful and neat beauty was something he had never seen before.
Zhuo Yifan and Lian Nishang happened to be blocked at the end of the passage by this team. The Huashan heroes were very curious about the "young fake beauties" in front of them. Not only were they unique in Australian clothes, but these boys and girls were even more eye-catching. He looked particularly lively, his face was red, and his stature was much taller than that of Daming's peers. (To be continued.
