Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 7 One person, one band

The audience was quiet, and everyone watched Bian Lang walk into the center of the stage surrounded by various musical instruments. After sitting on the small round stool, he praised Epiphone's original wooden box piano.

After adjusting the headset and testing the sound, Bian Lang pressed the C chord with his left hand on the neck of the piano. As his right hand swept the strings with a pick, a brisk prelude began to reverberate in the venue.

Immediately after playing a loop of Am, F, and G chords, Bian Lang quickly clicked on the computer beside him with his right hand, and the loop of the box piano began to loop.

Seeing Bian Lang put down the box piano and picked up the electric guitar, the on-site director instinctively picked up the walkie-talkie and arranged: "No. 2 machine goes over, keep giving it to Da Te, and I will switch to the big screen depending on the situation."

When a close-up of the side waves appeared on the big screen, the little witch in the audience exclaimed directly: "OMG! My God! This is a Loop station for playing live, this is rock and roll, play Loop station for rock and roll live! Tiezi , this, this, this..."

He wasn't the only one who spoke incoherently, anyone who knew what was going on in the Loop Station in the live broadcast room would have 1 idiots floating in their hearts!
Only one netizen with the ID name "Green Vine Cannon King" expressed his dissatisfaction: "Just kidding, I don't believe anyone in China can play a rock and roll loop station live. If this happens, I will live broadcast handstands and flying. Also, This little live broadcast room equipment can’t compare with the official account of Magic Disc, it’s gone!”

As soon as these words came out, a row of barrages floated across the live broadcast room: "Screenshot has been taken!"

This rhythm made the little devil a little angry. The purpose of inviting them here was to expand Li Yiliang's popularity in the rock fan circle, not to contribute traffic to his official account. This kind of inexplicable trolls only cost 5 cents at a glance. One order level.

But she couldn't help it. Seeing the audience gradually disappearing, she endured it for the sake of food. She didn't want to give away the signed CD of Li Yiliang that was originally planned to be given away now!

At this moment, she suddenly had an idea and thought of the driver's words, and then sent a message in the live broadcast room on her mobile phone: "Come on, guys! With over a million likes, I'll ask the driver to help you get the master's signed EP. !”

It doesn't matter what you say, the live broadcast immediately exploded: "Good guy, you can have this, and I will go to the official account of the magic disc to shake people for you!"

Looking at Bian Lang again, he didn't start playing immediately after he put on the electric guitar, but just pressed a c7 chord and stepped on the beat with his feet.

Bian Lang didn't start strumming until the rhythm of the violin had cycled through 8 bars.

With the addition of strumming electric guitar, the layering of this prelude immediately rises to a big level.

Zhu Yan, who was standing in the field, nodded silently and gave his own evaluation in his heart: "This intro is great! There is a live loop station! Bian Lang, please don't overturn!"

Lao Tan, who was watching from the side of the stage, was fooled. If he knew that Bian Lang was practicing this in the bar at night, he would have to stay up all night with him.

At this time, Bian Lang had already played to the 16th bar. In the anticipation of everyone, the hoarse magnetic baritone mixed with nasal resonance came out from behind the mask: "My favorite record store, yesterday was her last day , the fragments that once made me intoxicated are all scattered on the side of the street..." The electric guitar has changed from the strumming to the monophonic loop of PM.

"Um... I thought the electric guitar was the lead vocal, but I didn't expect it to be a rhythm guitar. Wonderful, interesting..." At this point, Zhu Yan's expectations for Bian Lang increased.

Li Yiliang, who was preparing in the backstage, was starting to get a little nervous now, looking in the direction of the mixer from time to time.

Sensing the change in his mood, Wei Lan stepped forward and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, it's just a warm-up. He's a guitarist, so it's not surprising that he can play these things. But if it's just these two pianos, the final effect may not necessarily be explosive. "

"Bian Lang prepared this in advance. The lyrics were just to fool us. Why didn't we see that he was so thoughtful before?"

Although his tone was a bit unpleasant, Li Yiliang's thoughts were basically the same as those of Wei Lan.

He knows Bianlang very well, but he is just a guitarist with an "inaudible" bass. As for drums and keyboards, he basically doesn't know Bianlang. It can only be described as a concept.

A song that originally sounded pretty good, but in the end it was judged to be like a tiger rather than a dog.Not only will people in the industry talk about it, but those smart people on the Internet will also criticize Bianlang until he becomes autistic!

Just as Li Yiliang expected, Bian Lang, who had fixed the electric guitar loop, put down the electric guitar and picked up the bass while singing.

The song continues: "My favorite bookstore didn't last through this summer either. The memories and words flow with nostalgia, but there is nothing to miss..." After singing this part, the "inaudible" bass also joined in.

Of course, not being able to hear the bass sound is only for ordinary fans. As a bassist, how could Qiu Luo not be able to hear it.Excited, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's such a steady rhythm, why is this bass sound so good? Brother Lang, you secretly cultivated somewhere without telling us!"

"But those dreams you once had have become blurred and invisible, and those fights for ideals were just for money..."

Under the exaggeration of the lyrics of the main song, the fans at the scene could already hear the questioning and critical flavor in it. This is what rock lyrics should be like in their minds!
The director of Qiu Luo's movie, Zhou Mo, is also a rock fan. Sitting in the guest area, he felt very uncomfortable at the moment. Shouldn't this kind of scene be done standing up?

He stood up, put his right hand to his mouth, whistled and then gave a metal salute to the stage, which shocked the media around him.

The anchor behind him whose camera was blocked patted him and motioned for him to sit down, but Zhou Yimo gave him a look of disdain, then walked out of the guest seat and squeezed outside to join in the fun.

Bian Lang's singing was still the same: "But the person I hate the most, he never died in front of me, he became old before he was young, and there is no solution in this life!" But he had put down the bass and turned to the drum kit.

After a short passage, Bian Lang hit the toms with a pair of drum sticks, then the snare drum and the toms.

At the same time, the song also sounded again: "There is no space for me... There is no space for me... There is no space for me... There is no space for me..."

A line of lyrics is repeated four times, which is enough to show its importance.

Many fans in the audience came here just after get off work, and some had finally sent their wives and children away... In short, there were not many people who were relaxed.

Now, isn’t this lyric singing about the reality of each of them?

On the road during the morning rush hour, there is no space in the driveway, no space in the subway bus, and no space in the breakfast shop!

In the workplace, there is no room for newcomers to emerge, no room for veterans to be promoted, and no room for bosses to rest!
When I got home, it was either my children or my wife or parents. There was no room for reading, no room for playing games, and no room for even the simplest solitude!
As soon as she was dressed in a delicate white collar, she immediately took off her coat and long-sleeved shirt, revealing her beautiful back and half-armored tattoos, ripped off her chestnut wig, and let the small pink hair sticking to her scalp swing wildly in the air, and then mouth Followed up and chanted: "No room for me!"

Li Yiliang also listened, clenched his fists and cursed secretly: "If there was room for me in the circle before, then why would I do this? Also, what happened to Bian Lang's drum set? He actually hid it from me. …”

Just when everyone was accustomed to thinking that the chorus was going to come later, Bian Lang put down his drumsticks to fix the loop of the drum set, and moved the chair to the keyboard.

The newly added keyboard sound accompanied the singing: "The person you once loved will never meet again in this life. You wait in the ruins of this culture, and no one will think you are wild..."

"Bachelor, electric keyboard, bass, keyboard, drums... The master is a band!"

Sister-in-law Bang was typing in the live broadcast room, praying in her heart that this live broadcast would not become too popular.As a well-known freelance agent in the industry, one of her routine tasks is to watch the live broadcasts of various niche music bloggers every day. She also cooperates with Little Witch.

Her purpose is to find the treasures of the sea among those who have been missed by the big companies, and if she can sign them, she will operate and package them a little bit, and then sell the contracts to those big companies, which is tantamount to earning an intermediary fee.Obviously, Bian Lang's performance has made her see the possibility of a seven-figure agency fee.

After looking at the 123 likes in the live broadcast room, the sister-in-law on the list sent a wave of rewards, sent a private message to the little witch, and then took a taxi to the airport. She began to pray in her heart that she could be one step ahead of others.

After fixing the loop of the keyboard, Bian Lang switched to the drum kit again, singing while beating the beat with his feet.

Hearing this, Dakun in the background just wanted to slap himself a few times. With regard to the level Bian Lang has shown so far today, Dakun feels that he may not be able to catch up in his lifetime.

"Fuck! I shouldn't have promised Li Yiliang to play for Brother Lang. I'm afraid I'm going to be sprayed to death by music fans!"

Now the most nervous and expectant thing is the tuner. In his monitor, the performance of Bian Lang's main song can be described as perfect.Whether it's musical instruments or singing, there is absolutely no room for snapping or dragging, and every word of the lyrics is in tune.

"If the chorus doesn't stretch out, it's going to be a god-level scene!" The reason for this worry is that his experience tells him that there will definitely be a complicated drum fill when the chorus comes, and Bian Lang is in front of everyone. In my mind, I've always been just a guitarist.

"Those temples that people admire only work in the hearts of ignorant people. I live in my own pigsty and have no sleep this night..."

After the last verse of the verse was sung, the long-awaited chorus finally arrived. Bian Lang's voice suddenly increased by an octave, using his real voice to match the resonance of his chest, and at the same time, the drum sticks in his hands fell like raindrops!

"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness, I don't want to live underground all the time, material deceit, ants in a hurry, uneducated people don't feel sad..."

If the previous verse was questioning, then the current chorus has completely released the unyielding and struggling energy in rock music!

Under the rendering of manic drums, the hysterical energy in Bian Lang's singing was infinitely amplified, and the whole scene was brought into a frenzy.

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