The door to the practice room opened a crack, and scattered notes floated out. Under the guidance of the bass, the clear chords of the guitar cut through two measures, then broke off, and then there was the sound of discussion:
“See, it’s better to be unplugged.”
"You use an acoustic guitar at a million-person conference? Do you trust the organizer's equipment too much?"
"The indoor and outdoor effects are incomparable, and small venues and large venues are two different things. The acoustic guitar plan is too radical and I don't agree with it."
"But we have to highlight the harmony..."
"No, we want to ignite the atmosphere! We must not ruin the entire song just for the sake of two bars of harmony!"
"Don't make any noise for now. Let's get a feel for it and try another effector."
Then there was another flurry of noise. When the notes came out again, harmony was added to the room. However, within a bar, it was cut off again and the argument started again.
Ronan smiled and shook his head, then closed the door to avoid touching the restless and trembling atmosphere inside. He turned to look at Haijing behind him: "They are really nervous."
Hai Jing was a little surprised: "Aren't you going in?"
"If you don't go in, I'm afraid Moya will hit him with his guitar."
"Not yet, but it's hard to say for the others." Hai Jing touched the door handle and gave up, "Then let's wait until the practice is over. After all, as an underground band, signing a contract with Mingtang Culture has changed its attributes. This is their period of transformation, and it's okay to be nervous at this time.
"Did you sign a film contract or..."
"Personal relationship."
"That means it will focus more on commercial development, right?"
"Yes, it's the trend." Hai Jing breathed lightly, "I don't know whether it is good or bad to bring them out of the underground circle."
With Moya, his band-obsessed cousin, Ronan still knew something about the underground circles no matter how immersed he was in his own world.
Signing an underground band is a relatively sensitive topic. Many bands have been looking forward to signing contracts with agencies and music companies and moving from "underground" to "above ground". However, the traditional style of "buying a film but not selling one's body" and the habit of despising popularity are still very powerful.
If it really takes off, that's it. The biggest fear is that they are half popular but not black. They are rejected by underground circles and popular circles at the same time, and they fail to gain fans. Many bands collapse at this stage.
It's like the "awakening" of extraordinary power. If you succeed, everything will be fine. But if you fail, you can only waste time on the edge of the two worlds. Not to mention the pressure from the outside world, just the confusion about self-positioning is enough to drink a pot. of.
Ronan shook his head: "A line of sky, a line of earth."
Seeing his appearance, Hai Jing laughed out loud and patted Ronan's head: "When did the little guy become so mature?"
Ronan was stunned.
Seeing Ronan's expression, Haijing was a little embarrassed: "Don't mind, my hand slipped."
"It's okay, you are my brother." Ronan didn't care at all, "I remember calling you uncle at the beginning, when you had a beard."
"Ah, yeah, you still remember."
Hae Kyung grinned, put some distance away from Ronan, leaned against the wall opposite the practice room, and took out a delicate box from his pocket, with three e-cigarettes neatly arranged inside. He picked up one and held it in his mouth. His words were a little slurred: "At that time, you were really ignorant and looked stupid."
As he spoke, the temperature of his mouth triggered the e-cigarette switch. There was a slight "click" sound, the front end of the e-cigarette was reddish, and the hookah curled up.
Seeing the red light on the front end of the e-cigarette extinguish, the memories deep in Ronan's brain came up again: "Maybe, you also said that my surname should not be Gong, but should be called 锟, and it won't ring unless I knock it!"
"Then you poured juice in my face and put out the cigarette... Hey, that was the first time I visited your house and took a sip in the yard. What a mouthful! It was so embarrassing!"
Haijing waved his hand, put his head against the wall, and turned his face to the ceiling, looking shameless in front of others.
Maybe this is also called "no formal shape". Compared with the neat suit and dress, Ronan is still more familiar with this image. He smiled again and said to Haijing: "There is no band that doesn't want to sign a contract. I don't know about Moya. My aunt has always felt that the underground world is too chaotic. If she knows that Moya has signed with a formal management company, she will be happy."
"The underground world is in chaos, and this world is not clean either." The electronic cigarette in Hai Jing's mouth shook up and down. "Mingtang Culture is facing a change in its shares. That's what's happening right now... forget it, don't mention it."
Ronan felt the same way. Not being able to enter the circle of awakened people is one thing. Once you truly enter the "inner world", it seems that there are many more worries.
"Desires on earth and worries in heaven are inevitable."
"Okay, you've become a philosopher. Did you get matured by something?"
Ronan blinked and changed the subject: "Brother Jing, you finally gave up smoking."
"I really haven't smoked much in the past two years. It's funny to think about it. I can't stop singing when I'm singing. Once I stop singing, I'll do it all..."
At this time, Haijing's bracelet vibrated. He looked down, then straightened up and took out the e-cigarette: "Here comes the thing. I'll take you to find a place to rest. There are a lot of empty rooms here. Waste is waste. Security and privacy are still guaranteed.”
Ronan nodded and followed.
Hai Jing put the e-cigarette back into the box and suddenly remembered something. He waved the box and said, "By the way, thank your uncle for me. He recommended this 'Xingjin Series' to me."
Ronan smiled and remained silent, but suddenly remembered: among Moya's many friends, it seemed that only Haijing was the only male who could actually visit her home alone and break into the house.
Perhaps, this is the key reason why he mistook Hae Kyung for his "brother-in-law"?
Misidentification...?
Mingtang Culture was one of the organizers of this parade. Before the official performance, there were many things going on. Haijing said that he would lead Ronan to find an empty room to rest, but within a few steps, something urgent came up and he had to rush there immediately.
"Forget it, go on your own, room 5627, just around the corner from the end of the corridor." After saying that, Haijing joked again, "Don't worry about bumping into others, it doesn't matter if you try them one by one, each practice room is set up Permission, you can’t get in without authorization.”
"Okay, Brother Jing, go and get busy."
Hai Jing turned to leave, but remembered one more thing: "By the way, your girlfriend is in 5621, with Bai Yu and the others. You can also go there for a walk. With your friendship with Teacher Maoyan, it shouldn't be a problem." Come on out. bhd's music style is more suitable for the tastes of you young people."
You made three mistakes in one sentence, do I want to correct them?
Ronan could only accept it with a smile.
Hai Jing wanted to touch his head again, but finally woke up in time and slapped Ronan on his shoulder: "Have fun on the weekend, but you should also pay more attention to your sister."
Seeing Hae Kyung leaving in a hurry, Ronan was thoughtful.
"5627, 5627..."
According to Hai Jing's statement, Ronan didn't find room 5627 at the corner. He was about to reach out to hold the door handle when his movement stopped suddenly. He looked up again to confirm the house number: "5627, yes, there is no problem with the permission display."
But why can the two people inside get in and have such a high time?
The use of mental induction is actually reflected here. There is only one thing he is struggling with now: Should he continue reading, or should he continue reading?
Ronan sighed outside the door. What Haijing said is quite correct, this circle is quite chaotic.
Today's young people know a lot, and no one is a pure white lotus. Ronan had taken a physiological hygiene class, and Mo Peng would sometimes secretly bring him some unspeakable "information". There was no shortage of concepts. But since he was ten years old, he has devoted himself to studying various theories. He works every day and day and night. How can he have the leisure to study those?
Unexpectedly, I never expected that after sixteen years of idleness, he would be given such an advanced course as soon as he became enlightened!
They must all be artists. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. Although they are already disheveled, their makeup and makeup are very fashionable.
Ronan inevitably spends more time with women. Even if he doesn't agree with this kind of behavior in broad daylight, he must admit: it looks good!
The woman's long hair half-covers her face, and her facial contours are slightly distorted due to intense exercise. However, the artist's innate conditions for being superior to others, as well as strict physical management, including the polishing of temperament and style, are released when the emotions are moved in the darkroom, which indeed has the charm to seduce people's hearts.
Stop, what on earth am I thinking?
Ronan didn't know how long he was stunned at the door. In the end, of course, he didn't go in. Instead, he walked forward quickly, walked nearly twenty meters, and finally stood in the middle of the corridor, exhaling a long breath.
Because he exhaled too quickly, his lips didn't even part. Under the impact of the airflow, his lips trembled rapidly, making a strange "puffing" sound. The restless breath that was stuck in his chest also dissipated in this funny sound.
"Goo!"
The laughter that was forcibly cut off was also very clear in the corridor. As the laughter reached his ears, the door to the room next to him also opened a crack, revealing Bai Yu's cute round face: "What, are you so confused about entering?"
Ronan looked up at the house number, 5621, which was bhd's practice room.
What a coincidence.
He looked back and walked almost twenty meters away. There were only two doors separated from room 5627. After all, the practice rooms were very big.
Bai Yu must have just gone through a practice session, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead stuck to his hair. His face was also flushed: "Have you met your sister? Are you here to visit me? That's right, your girlfriend is inside."
"You don't know if she's a girlfriend or not?" Ronan realized the ambiguity after he said it and smiled bitterly, "She has a boyfriend. What's the name of that white guy?"
"Turner."
Bai Yu blurted out, then covered his mouth, glanced back, and then turned to look at both ends of the corridor. He was relieved when he saw no one.
Then she opened the door and walked out, closed it behind her, and said in a low voice: "Don't let Brother Jing hear it. He hates it when his artists lie."
Ronan frowned when he saw Bai Yu go out. Just now Bai Yu was practicing dancing in the house. In order to imitate the performance scene as much as possible, he even wore nearly ten centimeters of high heels. His well-developed body has grown taller. Standing together, he is two or three fingers taller than Ronan.
Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Bai Yu is wearing a tight dance suit at this time, and the sweat is already soaked through. The foul arc of his chest opens a gap in the small round collar, and his white muscles are shining in front of his eyes. It doesn’t matter if you look at it or turn your face.
The politeness issue is a minor one. The shocking lesson I just encountered has truly demonstrated the correct use of this area...
