Actor's reincarnation

Chapter 90 Three Songs
Hu Liang's song was not written, the most surprised was not Cheng Gong, but Ding Jianguo.

Because Su Yi told Ding Jianguo to prepare songs in advance and use them.Ding Jianguo didn't think he would use him at first, but he didn't expect Su Yi's words to be true.

"Who among you has written songs?" Cheng Gong looked around for a week, and his eyes first fell on Ding Jianguo's face, "Jianguo?"

Ding Jianguo hesitated slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Su Yi, who gave him an encouraging smile.

"I--I wrote a song before, but I'm not very mature." In the end, Ding Jianguo said according to Su Yi's idea.

"Okay, an alternative." Cheng Gong was stunned, then looked at Yang Shuangshu again, "Old man, how about you?"

Yang Shuangshu shook his head first, and was about to speak, when Su Yi interjected: "Uncle Yang, you must have a family, take it out, take it if you want, and I won't take it if you don't."

Yang Shuangshu was stunned and said, "If you have it, take yours. What do you learn from me?"

"You are from the older generation, I call it inheriting the tradition." Su Yi said with a smile.

"Well, why don't you inherit it? Brat!" Yang Shuangshu laughed and scolded, he was a little shy, and said: "I have songs, but I wrote them for fun in the early years..."

"Then take it out and use it as an alternative." Cheng Gong said, "Everyone is a part of the band, how much energy and hard work, and make concerted efforts to make the band well, okay?"

"Sure, then I'll show my ugliness!" Yang Shuangshu gritted his teeth.

Cheng Gong finally raised his neck to Su Yi: "Eleven, you have said everything just now, so it must be no problem?"

Su Yi smiled and gave him an OK gesture.

"Xixi?" Cheng Gong looked at Qiao Meixi, who shook his head again and again.

"Very good, then we have three songs to choose from now." Cheng Gong slapped his hand, "Then trouble the three to write the song first, and we are always ready to admire the three masterpieces."

When the three of them walked in together, Yang Shuangshu glared at Su Yi and said, "Stinky boy, if you make me lose someone, I can't spare you."

"Where can you do it? You, the old man, have nothing to do with the two of us." Su Yi smiled.

The old man left happily.

In fact, everyone can tell that he can't wait to come up with the song he wrote.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Ding Jianguo asked in confusion, "Why do you want Uncle Yang to come up with his songs? What do you think?"

"For the band." Su Yi pretended to be dumbfounded.

"Forget it, it's boring!" Ding Jianguo glared at him and turned to leave.

Su Yi smiled and looked at her back.

In fact, Su Yi's purpose is very simple - first, try to eliminate Cheng Gong's influence on the band; second, win over Yang Shuangshu, the Dinghai Shenzhen.

He is not trying to intrigue, but to purify the team.

Now among these people, there is one person who is purely for the money, and sooner or later, this person will become a rat shit that ruins a pot of soup.

Su Yi didn't have the time or interest to wait for this prodigal son to return, so he had to minimize this person's influence from the very beginning, and be prepared to kick this person out of the team from the very beginning.

At the very least, this band must not be called a sewing machine band because of Cheng Gong's past.

An hour later, Su Yi walked out of the room. He used the music theory level that he had made up for in the first three months to complete a plagiarism that spanned the world.

It turns out that even plagiarism is a technical job. Without knowledge of music theory, even if you can sing a song word for word, you can't copy it.

So Su Yi now knows that the protagonist in the entertainment novel plagiarized the song by humming a song. This is a lot of nonsense.

To be honest, in the eyes of professional people, you can tell at a glance whether your song was written by someone from a professional background or a wild person.You, someone who doesn't even know how to play musical notation, suddenly wrote a professional work with a very rich harmony process. If you say that you didn't copy it, you're poking your nose and lying and saying that the meat is not tasty at all.

This is not to belittle Ye Luzi, in fact many great composers were also born Ye Luzi, and their works are also great.

But no matter how great a work is, it can be seen that this is a wild way.

So, be careful when you plan to plagiarize the children's shoes to become singers after crossing the road. Here we must focus on the key points. You have to learn music theory first, and then come up with plagiarized works to be convincing.

If you can't even hum a musical score, just write a song, and professionals in another world will teach you how to be a human being in minutes.

Three songs were pinned to the whiteboard, and everyone gathered around.

The first thing everyone saw was the song written by the old man Yang Shuangshu.

Song's name is very common - lonely.

I am a wild ghost on a barren mountain, left in the world to be blown by the rain and the wind. For thousands of years, I will not be reincarnated. I am enjoying the darkness of the long night.

I am a crippled old wolf, a howl resounds in the sky, my companions have surrounded the prey, I sleep deeply on the yellow sand...

The lyrics are very artistic, the key arrangement is better, very retro, and very majestic.

This is a work with a very high degree of completion. It can be seen that it is a work that has been repeatedly revised and tempered, and can withstand scrutiny and testing.

Except for Xixi, everyone's first reaction after reading this song is - amazing!
Then there is the shock!

Even Su Yi, the instigator, never thought that the old man would come up with such a work.

Hu Liang couldn't wait to try to play and sing with the guitar, but he sang the two sentences a few times, but he couldn't sing the feeling of the song, and finally shook his head helplessly: "No, I can't sing this song."

"I am a wild ghost on a barren mountain, left in the world to let the rain and wind blow..." Yang Shuangshu looked solemn, sang a cappella, and instantly brought people into a desolate mood.

The crowd couldn't help but applaud.

Yang Shuangshu hurriedly waved his hand, but everyone noticed that the old man's eyes flashed with tears.

Obviously, the appearance of this song is of great significance to the old man.

"The song is definitely a good song, but it is only suitable for the old man to sing by himself." Cheng Gong said, "and the tone is too sad, not suitable for our band's pioneering work."

Everyone fell silent, only Su Yi frowned quietly.

"I agree with Manager Cheng's opinion." Yang Shuangshu spoke first, smiling pretending to not care, "I have been improving this song in recent years, in fact, I know that Mu's anger is too heavy for young people to appreciate it. Look at Eleven, I said I won't be ugly, you insist on me taking it out..."

"Uncle Yang, it's not suitable for your song to be the main title, but it can definitely be used as a repertoire of our band, a magic weapon to suppress the bottom of the box." Su Yi smiled, "I think if we are really popular in the future, Uncle Yang, your song. Son, it is definitely the best weapon for us to attract iron fans."

　One more night.Why is this happening?Because I don't have a file.

　　In addition, the two lyrics in this chapter are excerpted from the songs I wrote when I was young when I was dreaming of music. I, I, I even sold my broken guitar when I was young. It can be said that my brother also had a dream. .

　　Such hypocritical lyrics, and what is "a turbid noodle soup cooking a malnourished dream", and so on.

　　Now that I think about it, I feel emotional and want to strangle myself.

　　How hypocritical did it have to be back then to write such a thing?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)