Country Composer

Chapter 20 The Perfect Melody

It rained heavily the next day.

During breakfast, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know whether it was affected by the weather or because she didn't have a good rest at night, so she didn't really want to chat with Ma Xiaoshu.

Looks manic.

But Ma Xiaoshu didn't dislike her, and read the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" to her for more than ten minutes. Teacher Lin's mood was depressed, and she called the security guard.

After subduing the group of security guards, Ma Xiaoshu was dragged by the director to chat alone.

Director Zhang Yang is mediocre and has no inspiration. My brother Ma and he don't have much in common, and we are not on the same level.

"Why are you angry with Lin Xiaoxiao? Although she is targeting you a bit, but...she is a teacher after all! Respect the teacher!"

"Talking to her, I can write new songs. Inspiration!"

"Then why didn't you look for Jackdaw? Didn't you also say that he was very inspired?"

"Here he is? Where is it?"

"Uh... you're putting on makeup, you... eh? I haven't finished the training yet, if you harass the teacher again, the program team will fire..."

The figure of that guy disappeared, as if he was running sprint.

Zhang Yang rubbed his face with his hands, this Ma Xiaoshu... was really innocent, he just wanted to get inspiration from Lin Xiaoxiao, without too much malice.But the problem is, Lin Xiaoxiao has been tortured to the point of nervous breakdown.

There is absolutely no way to have such a weird and sandy contestant on the booth.

You say it but don’t understand it, understand it but don’t do it, do it but make a mistake, don’t admit it when you make a mistake, and don’t change it even if you admit it.

It's only been a few days?
The whole program group was conquered by Ma Xiaoshu, and the legend of Brother Shu spread everywhere. Even the master chef in the cafeteria invited him to cook in the kitchen. The mechanical maintenance team also prepared work clothes for Ma Xiaoshu, and he was completely treated by himself.

only hope……

Jackdaw must have a strong heart!
Those who dared to do things on the stage and went mad were different, drinking the soy milk and fried dough sticks Ma Xiaoshu gave him contentedly, Jackdaw looked rebellious.

Didn't you scold me last time?
how?

Now that you know my fame and strength, are you afraid?Come to curry favor with me again?

"Teacher, is the soy milk light? Is the fritters okay?"

"Hmm... just enough."

"That's good."

Ma Xiaoshu happily moved a small mat, sat in the corner of the dressing room, took out a small notebook, and watched Jackdaw putting on makeup with a smile.

The soy milk was spilled by Lin Xiaoxiao, but Ma Xiaoshu added some water, which was still enough. Although the fritters were cold, Ma Xiaoshu heated it up with a lighter on the road, so it should be okay.

Oh, the makeup turned out to be like this!
Same as head swap.

Even Jackdaw is not ugly after putting on makeup, he looks like a dog.

The makeup is almost done, and the hair stylist takes over and rubs the bird's nest.

Jackdaw squinted at Ma Xiaoshu: "What do you want from me? Weren't you very attractive on stage last time?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "Without you, I just came to see you."

Jackdaw hesitated to speak, you still compare with me?I should pull it, so why do you?
Look at me?

Don't think that if you please me, I can look down on a country bumpkin like you.

Ma Xiaoshu said again: "I like chatting with you and Mr. Lin. You can give me inspiration. I don't know who got angry with Mr. Lin today. My new song depends on you, only the chorus is missing."

Jackdaw suddenly lost his appetite to drink soy milk, and after a long time, did he come to amuse me?
He said angrily: "Are you out of your mind? You are so stupid, you still write songs? Even if you write them, so what? You don't think you can really advance to the national competition, you can really become a star, right? "

Ma Xiaoshu shook his head, he just wanted to write a song: "Er Huo, who the hell wants to be a star."

Jackdaw: "..."

Ma Xiaoshu was very serious, his eyes were shining.

In his head, he seemed to have captured something, and there was still a piece of window paper...

Jackdaw was very angry, since there were no outsiders here anyway, he was going to humiliate Ma Xiaoshu severely and let him know how trash he was.

He laughed: "Last year, as an ordinary person, I chased my dreams on this stage. The people who came here came to find the future, but they were all trampled by me. I am the champion." , I can return home with great wealth and glory. Now, my net worth is tens of millions, and my appearance fee is tens of millions. Everywhere I go is crowded, and my dog's dog food is enough for you for a month! You This kind of thing will never be able to become a star!"

Ma Xiaoshu lowered his head and began to write in the small notebook.

As expected of the King of Cold Songs!

Inspiration gushed out like a spring, and the chorus was there.

"Looking for the future... that's a good word, it's too vulgar to return home after being rich, like a nouveau riche, change to another..."

Ma Xiaoshu muttered.

Jackdaw's expression was uncertain: "What the hell are you writing?"

Ma Xiaoshu ignored him.

Jackdaw: "Don't think that you can be crazy if you support Xue Cheng, I was the last champion of "Shining Boys", look at me! To be a star, you have to have a star face, what do you have? You have nothing but ugly, not only ugly, but also ugly ..."

Ma Xiaoshu closed the notebook, with a dazed look on his face: "Are you ugly? Are you ugly? Don't feel inferior. The most important thing to be an artist is self-confidence. If you put on heavy makeup, others won't be able to see it. It's the so-called white that covers all ugliness."

Jackdaw: "I'm talking about you..."

"Thanks, the song is finished."

Ma Xiaoshu hummed a song, shook his head and walked away.

Jackdaw was so cold that he yelled at the people around him, "Didn't he listen to me just now? Writing a song? Pretending?"

Everyone was silent, they just came to write songs, they left after writing.

Moreover, listen to the melody...Ma Xiaoshu's song can beat you a hundred, King of Cold Songs, don't you have any clues in your mind?
As Ma Xiaoshu walked, he summed up his experiences and lessons.

It seems that the songs in the dream are those that need to be stimulated to flow out, and you have to meet the right person and the right thing.

It is basically triggered by the actions and words in the interaction. Ma Xiaoshu's situation and the words of the other party can trigger the awakening of the music work in the dream...

It's just, too unpredictable.

Back in Group D, Ma Xiaoshu was taken away by Zhou Qifeng.

"Xiaoshu, I've worked on the arrangement for you, and by the way, I've written a chorus melody for you, which matches your verse very well. Listen to it..."

Zhou Qifeng was very serious and responsible. After finishing speaking, he took out the staff, played and sang, mainly humming the chorus part.

finished singing.

Lao Zhou said: "It is very difficult to sing original songs in the competition. The creation time is too short, but it will be brilliant if it is sung well. What do you think of the melody of this chorus?"

Ma Xiaoshu scratched his head: "But, you wrote this, not me."

Lao Zhou: "Who told you that the original songs are all written by the composer himself? Arranging is also composing, especially for competition programs. It is normal for the arranger to help change the melody and write the melody. Just use your name. "

Ma Xiaoshu: "I still want to write it myself."

Old Zhou said anxiously: "Don't feel embarrassed, we arrangers often help others write melodies, don't feel guilty..."

Ma Xiaoshu took out a small notebook: "But I have written it all."

"what?"

Old Zhou was taken aback.

Are you kidding me?
You went to bed so early last night, and you were dragged off to lecture by the director in the morning, where did you find the time to write the chorus?

I still stayed up in the middle of the night last night to help you revise a paragraph with what I wrote before. Does writing a song take time?
Zhou Qifeng took the small notebook and looked at it.

There were only lyrics, and I couldn't see why, so I asked Ma Xiaoshu to sing it by himself.

Ma Xiaoshu finished singing.

Zhou Qifeng silently put away the staves he had written, with a confused and relieved expression on his face, as expected of the talent I picked in the audition.

Perfect lyrics, perfect melody!
Dimensionality reduction strike!

This is the melody, what the hell did I write.

nothing...

(End of this chapter)