Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 2 New Song
"New song? Where did you get the new song? Are you writing it now? Can you make it in time for rehearsal?"

Lao Tan thought that Bian Lang was just talking angrily, and he would not act like that when he calmed down. He was afraid that Bian Lang would not be slapped in the face and would be embarrassed instead.

He knew very well how the band's previous songs were created. Although the two of them wrote them together, Li Yiliang was the one who took the leading role.Less than a third of the songs are the result of two people polishing a melody and a lyric by me.

As far as Bian Lang can independently write any good works, his old Tan is really not optimistic.

It is for this reason, coupled with the hindrance of brotherhood, when Li Yiliang proposed that the copyright of the work belong to him, the original owner agreed without much consideration.

When Bian Lang thought about it now, he felt that everything Li Yiliang did today had already been foreshadowed in his past life.

"You'll know when the time comes." Bian Lang said solemnly.

With the identity of Yuan Earth, Bian Lang's only worry is how to choose songs.

The history of this world is pretty much the same as that of the original Earth, but the history of the century in modern times is different, and the entertainment industry, especially the music field, has almost no overlap.

In this way, with the thousands of songs that Bian Lang has deep memories in his mind, based on the frequency of releasing a new song a month, it is not an exaggeration for him to say that he will support a new prosperous age of the Chinese music scene in his life.

"'Broad Sea and Sky', 'No Place to Shame' or 'Shame on the Lonely'..."

Just as Bian Lang was wandering thousands of miles, Zhu Yan, the owner of Tiantang Records downstairs, came up with a box in his arms. Seeing that Bian Lang was there, he greeted him and said, "Bian Lang is here too. That's just right. What do you like? Come pick two more."

After saying that, he put the box on the table and opened it, revealing the stacks of CDs inside.

"Brother Yan, what kind of happy event are you doing? Give us free benefits!"

In my memory, the record store downstairs accounted for a large proportion of the original owner's consumption, and many foreign rock vinyls and CDs that were difficult to find online were helped by Zhu Yan.

"Nowadays, the Internet is becoming more and more developed. 95.4% of people listen to digital music. Physical records are also sold online by music companies themselves. There are too few people coming to the store. I want to make a tie for the rent on Jianshe Road. It’s impossible. Your niece is in high school now, and it’s time for money. I found a job as a music editor at FM[-] Sound of Music, and I decided to transfer out.”

Bian Lang's heart sank for a moment.

The situation on the original Earth was not like this. At the time when he traveled over, the physical record store had been squeezed into a sunset industry.In first-tier cities such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, the number of pure record stores in a city does not exceed 20.

But for those who really like to listen to music, the record store is their own romance and feelings.

Lao Tan handed Zhu Yan a cigarette, and said slowly, "Yes, the impact of the Internet on many entities is too great now, and the Ryefield Bookstore on the next street has started selling teaching aids."

At this moment, a picture appeared in Bian Lang's mind.

Under the window with the sticker "Forever Young, Always Tears in My Eyes!", there are stacks of "5-Year College Entrance Examination and 3-Year Simulation".

Wheatfield was also a bookstore that the original owner loved to hang out in, where he spent countless afternoons discussing Ocean Horses with the boss.The boss is also a trumpet player and comes to Mid-Levels to perform every Monday.

Bian Lang always felt that these pictures seemed a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where the other end of the memory thread was connected.

When Zhu Yan said there were several boxes downstairs, he went down to help.

After leaving the glass room, one can see the ruins that have been idle for 10 years on the opposite side. In the distorted and shaking sight, the ruins seem to be a piece of art satirizing the post-real estate era.

Suddenly, Bian Lang had inspiration in his mind, and he string together the words ruins, record store, bookstore, and money... He finally knew where to start sorting out the threads of this memory.

"I know what to sing!"

After helping Zhu Yan carry the box, he washed his hands and walked up to the small stage in the middle of the mountain.

He picked up the guitar and tuned it, then threw his head back and let his long hair fall on his back, allowing his body to completely relax.

Then the left hand pressed a C chord on the neck, and the right hand holding the pick began to strum the strings.

After a bar, start changing to the Am chord, then F, G...

At the end of the prelude, Bian Lang lowered his voice and began to sing slowly mixed with nasal resonance. The timbre revealed a rough texture like gravel, but it did not lose emotion.

After the song spread, Lao Tan, who was counting points with Zhu Yan, rushed into the bar and turned off the originally soothing background music, letting Bian Lang's singing echo in the empty bar.

Zhu Yan also stopped what he was doing, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

As the lyrics advanced layer by layer, Zhu Yan's vision began to blur. He thought that his glasses were covered with gray, but the moment he took them off, he realized that he was brought in by the song.

Although these lyrics are written from Bian Lang's perspective, are they not a reflection of Zhu Yan and the group of people who have been hanging around Jianshe Road all year round at this moment?
"It's really written right now. What the boy Bian Lang just drank was definitely not wine. I'm afraid it was some kind of nectar that instantly enlightened one's mind after drinking it!"

As a rhythm guitarist, the original owner has absolutely no problem with the rhythm and pitch when singing, but skills and emotions can basically be ignored.

Over the past few years, Lao Tan has also advised him to find a professional teacher to take lessons, but the original owner never listened to it. He thought that just singing harmony occasionally would be enough to keep in tune.

But the singing skills and emotional expressions displayed by Bian Lang at this moment are nothing compared to Li Yiliang.

Old Tan suddenly felt like there were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart: "It seems that the performance should be treated as a serious matter!"

When it came to the chorus, Bian Lang's singing voice suddenly increased by an octave. The airflow from his chest kept rubbing back and forth in his deep throat, and his voice was frantically testing on the edge of a death roar...

The persistent and unyielding energy in the lyrics was suddenly amplified countless times.

The more Lao Tan listened, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the weirder he felt.

The Mask Band played pop rock before, and the lyrics were quite satisfactory, not like this song at all. The verse has doubts, and the chorus has upward power: "This NM is what rock and roll should have! This word matches this song, 10 Li Yiliang can’t even write it out, no, Li Yiliang is not worthy of being a unit of measurement!”

Five minutes later, as the guitar in Bian Lang's hand played the last note, the song ended.

"Hoo! Feel good!" With this soft cry, Bian Lang cleared away all the depression accumulated during his previous life when he was lying in the hospital waiting to die.

Lao Tan, who had been waiting for a long time, handed over the Pad in his hand: "Write it down quickly, it would be a pity if you forget it!"

Bian Lang waved his hand, pointed to his head and said, "No, it's all stored here. I'll register on the copyright website when I get back in the evening."

In the previous life, Bian Lang and the author of this song were both under the banner of Modern, and when there was a lack of people for the band rehearsal, they often pulled him over to help.

So he played this song without any pressure.

At this time Zhu Yan came over and asked: "The stamina of this lyrics is too great, but the guitar is a little thin. Remember to let me know when the official performance is scheduled."

Before waiting for Bian Lang's answer, Old Tan interjected: "Are you going to perform this song then? Then I will definitely help you with this." He also held his breath in his heart, not only because of Li Yiliang, but also because of the magic disc The shop is big and deceiving.If this song can be sung during the performance, it will hit two faces at once.

Seeing Bian Lang nod his head, Lao Tan pointed to the poster of the mask band performance on the wall and said, "Remember to come when the time comes."

Zhu Yan looked at the ticket price, took out his mobile phone and was about to scan the payment code on the bar, but was stopped by Bian Lang: "No need to give it, I'll pick out a disc."

"Okay, pick whatever you want!" After saying that, he took the tickets handed over by Lao Tan, and turned to continue counting.

"How do you plan to arrange the music? I don't think you will rehearse with the musicians you found before. Do you want me to help you find some accompaniments?"

Faced with Lao Tan's concern, Bian Lang put down the guitar, put one hand on his shoulder and said, "Thank you, Lao Tan, I can handle it by myself, but I need to borrow you for rehearsal, my house doesn't have so many equipment."

"No problem, but it can only be closed at night, and the business hours will be closed. If some pink eye disease records it and sends it to Xiao Li, you say that there is a high probability that we will not be able to discuss it."

"Okay, give me the spare key, and I'll lock the door for you after I finish it at night!"

At this moment, footsteps came from the corner of the stairs.

When the visitor saw that Bian Lang and Lao Tan were there, he opened his mouth and yelled, "That grandson of Li Yiliang, he's really not human!"

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