tokyo soulful legend

Chapter 65 Recording Songs
Saturday, ten o'clock in the morning.

Morishima Yukisa, who has not yet fully awakened, is sitting at the front desk of the recording studio closest to her home, with her clean chin propped on her left hand, her sleepy eyes are still hazy.

The dark circles around her eyes were a little lighter than before, but her energy level was still the same, and she was still on the edge of being half asleep.If it hadn't been for his unexpected phone call this morning, she would still be lying in a comfortable bed now.

She was temporarily called over by Tatsuya Toshima to help.

According to Tatsuya Toshima, this recording studio is opened by a friend of his, and they made an appointment for a party this week, but last night a young man called and said he wanted to make an appointment to record a song. After thinking about it, After leaving, he also thought of her.

The owner of this recording studio is also very free and easy.

After handing him the keys outside the store at eight o'clock this morning, he even simply asked himself if he knew how to use the recording equipment. Seeing that he nodded, he gave himself the envelope containing his salary and turned around. He left in a cool manner, without any intention of staying a second longer.

Ugh.

Morishima Yukisha sighed leisurely in her heart, no longer holding her chin up, and lay down softly on the table at the front desk like a cat that hadn't woken up.

But it can be considered a blessing in disguise, at least I can fish openly.

ha~
Feeling sleepy, Morishima Yukisha couldn't help but let out a big sigh. The sunshine outside the glass door was just right. It was a very sunny day today, and for her, such good weather was quite suitable. sleeping.

Before going to bed last night, Morishima Yuki called her for the first time in a long time, saying that she would come back at the end of September, before the school festival, and spend the entire school festival with her before leaving.

Regarding this, she just let out an indifferent oh.

In her opinion, the relationship between her and Morishima Yuki is more like a blood-related stranger than a mother-daughter relationship.

There is an inexplicable estrangement between her and her mother. The closer she gets, the more obvious this estrangement becomes, and the more uncomfortable she feels.

Perhaps as the saying goes, happy people are healed by childhood all their lives, and unhappy people are healed their childhoods all their lives.

She felt that she probably belonged to the latter.

A broken family, a mother who is always cold and tense and even overly strict.

Closing her eyes, Yukisha Morishima put these thoughts behind her that should not affect her mood, and planned to take a nap.

Jingle Bell.

But before she fell into drowsiness, the wind chime on the glass door rang.

As a last resort, she could only stand up, and broke the silence in a rather businesslike and reluctant tone, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Have."

After the voice of reply fell, Yukisha Morishima subconsciously turned her eyebrows and looked at the door.

What caught her eyes was a familiar figure that she met only last week, and that figure also looked at her.

Is he (her)?
The two stared at each other for about three seconds, and it was the end of this subtle look that Yuki Morishima looked away.

"Come to record a song?"

Morishima Yukisa pulled a strand of black hair from her temples behind her ears.

Her voice was still cold, but compared with the indifference in school that kept people away thousands of miles away, it was a little less indifferent and alienated at this moment.

"Ah."

Beichuan Che nodded and answered the girl's question concisely and concisely.

She is not wearing that long skirt today, and has put on a work shirt and knee-length pants, a neutral dress, but because of this, her beautiful face with tear moles at the corners of her eyes has been emphasized again. .

If this girl had her hair cut as short as a bob and dyed a log brown color, she would probably be quite similar to the girl who is associated with the word "regret for life".

"Recovery?"

Morishima Yukisa straightened her expression, and the tiredness in her eyebrows was temporarily suppressed by her. Her character has always been like this. Now that she has decided to do something, she will try her best.

"No, original."

Beichuan Che handed her the USB flash drive in his hand.

This time it was Yukisa Morishima's turn to be stunned, "Is this an accompaniment demo?"

"No." Beichuan Che shook his head, "It's the music score, and the accompaniment sample needs to be recorded." He hesitated for half a second, "Or, there is no way to record it here?"

"It is possible, but it will take some extra time." Morishima Xuesha paused, "Can you wait?"

"of course."

Beichuan Che has always been very patient when it comes to what he should do. He came here today for this matter, and he doesn't care if he delays for an hour or less.

Anyway, if this matter can be done well, then everything is OK.

"Then I'll print out the music score first, and then record the accompaniment sample. If you want, go in and wait, and get into the state by the way?" Morishima Xuesha pointed to the only aisle in the store, "Follow this Go to the innermost part of the road, push the door and go in.”

"it is good."

Beichuan Che responded, walked into the recording studio, and went to adjust his state.

At the front desk, Morishima Yukisa sat back on her chair, inserted the USB flash drive into the computer at the front desk, and then clicked on the file named score in the folder.

Although this recording studio is a bit smaller, it does live up to the proverb. Although it is small, it is well-equipped with all the necessary equipment. Even the inconspicuous ones use top-notch good equipment, from radio to radio. The same is true for the microphone and the computer at the front desk.

After a few seconds, the complete score appeared in front of her eyes.

Looking at the first few notes on the music score, a gleam of interest flashed across Morishima Yukisa's beautiful eyes.

Previously, she thought that her classmate recording songs was just a half-baked dream chasing, or an impulsive choice after the blood surged. Now it seems that she must have judged wrong.

However, how far can it go?

There was more expectation on Morishima Yukisha's face, and the first line of the complete score was reflected in her eyes.

She glanced at it two or three times, and after she had almost memorized it, her slender fingers began to touch the tabletop lightly, and the black and white keys of the piano in her heart were also gently pressed.

A series of melodious melodies sounded in the bottom of her mind.

Somewhat stunned, she stopped what she was doing, and the interest in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a shock visible to the naked eye.

This person seems to be for real! ?

and……

Morishima Yukisha raised her gaze, her beautiful eyes focused on the file name of the music score. She didn't notice it just now, but she realized it now. It was also marked with curly brackets, and it must be a guitar.

She thought for a while, turned around, and picked up an acoustic guitar hanging from the wall behind the front desk.

She tapped the piano board lightly, and a clear and ethereal sound came out, and then pressed a simple C chord, and lightly swept the strings with the other hand.

Hearing the wrong sound of the strings, Morishima Yukisa frowned. The owner of the recording studio is indeed willing to work hard on buying musical instruments, but in terms of daily maintenance, he is somewhat careless and careless.

After complaining a little in her heart, she adjusted the strings one by one.

It wasn't until she was sure that everything was tuned properly and no further adjustments were needed, that she refocused her attention on the front of her eyes and carefully read the score on the screen silently.

call.

After reciting it silently, Morishima Yukisha closed her eyes, exhaled a long breath, immersed herself in the music score, and gently plucked the strings.

　1/2, nothing unexpected happened, and the release date was postponed to the weekend.

　　Thanks to Blame Me (this ID has a saying), Jiutoumiao, Xiziliang’s monthly pass, and 9085’s reward. Your support is the driving force for my writing.

　　
　
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