China Entertainment’s rescue plan is hard to come by

Chapter 9 Making Songs
In the capital city, the winter afternoon sun shines lazily, reflecting mottled shadows through the bedroom window.

The boy in the sun lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes tightly, strummed the guitar, and sang a light song.

When the singing stopped, Sun Yi opened his eyes with a happy smile on his face: "Not bad, it's almost done. It should work. All that's left is to find a recording studio to produce it."

This is 05, which is not the time in the previous life when all kinds of song production software were flying all over the Internet.At that time, I could just buy a set of equipment online, download some software, and do some research, and I could create a similar online song.Of course, if you want high-quality recordings, you still have to go to a professional recording studio.

Sun Yi searched all over the house for places where he could hide his small treasury.In the end, including the remaining pocket money in hand, the total was more than 1100 yuan.

"That's all, go and try it." Sun Yi took all the money, put on his clothes and went out.

When it comes to recording studios in Beijing, the most famous one is of course "Baihua Recording Studio", as is what the Internet articles say.

Of course Sun Yi wanted to see this legendary place. In the era when Chinese rock music was rampant, in the depths of the alleys, many musicians played music and dreamed here in those years, with successes and failures.This is a place full of stories.

"No. 16 Baihua Deep Hutong, Xinjiekou" is the address of Baihua Recording Studio. Sun Yi stopped at the entrance of the alley and looked at the ordinary Beijing alley in front of him.Slightly disappointed, he sighed: "It's better to be famous than to meet."

Then I strolled into the alley, humming as I walked, "People say that deep in the field of flowers, old lovers live, sewing embroidered shoes."

Needless to say, the opera singing still has some flavor.

After a while, Sun Yi stood at the door of Baihua Recording Studio with a look of shock on his face, "What, 200 an hour, you have to bring your own accompaniment, and the sound engineer has to pay extra for watching the studio? I'll go, it's so dark!"

Sun Yi's musical journey seems to be full of ups and downs.

Sun Yi calculated in his mind that renting a recording studio is 200 an hour, which is the smallest one, and a recording engineer is looking at the studio for 100 an hour, which is the cheapest.Accompaniment: I can play the simplest guitar accompaniment, which means I only have 3 hours.

In his previous life, Sun Yi had never recorded a song. If he didn't finish it, the 900 yuan would have been wasted.So dark.

Sun Yi was hesitating whether to put his character into practice, what if it was recorded in 3 hours.Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder, "Would you like to record a song? Brother, I have a shed over there. It's professional."

Sun Yi turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing a leather jacket and leather trousers, with a sallow face. The dark circles under his eyes were almost as big as his eyeshadow. While talking to him, he scratched them with the hand holding a cigarette. With the chicken coop on his head, this image does resemble someone from the underground rock circle.

"It's really fake, you don't look like it." Sun Yi said doubtfully.

The man in front of him took a puff of cigarette, frowned and said to Sun Yi: "Hey...huh, brother, I'm a little bit behind now. There really is a shed. It's not far. It's just around the corner. No, just follow me and take a look. just go."

Sun Yi thought for a while. It was broad daylight and there were many people walking in Baihua Hutong. It wasn't far anyway, so it was okay to go and have a look.I simply agreed.

It's not far indeed. It took less than 10 minutes to walk and we turned a corner and arrived. There was a small courtyard with a patio in the middle and three bungalows surrounding the courtyard on three sides. The whole layout was like a small courtyard.The recording studio is the room on the east side. When I walked in, I saw that it was very clean, the layout was professional, and the equipment looked good. It was in sharp contrast to the entire somewhat dilapidated courtyard.

"Well, brother, I'm not lying to you. Equipment that is less than 3 years old is no worse than Baihua's." After returning to his own territory, the man seemed to have found confidence, and most of the sadness on his face was reduced.

"Well, you really didn't lie to me, and it looks very professional. How about the specific price?" Sun Yi felt that this place was quite reliable, so he asked about the price.

The man walked back to the yard, lit another cigarette, looked at Sun Yi and said: "There is nothing wrong with my equipment here, it's just that the place is a bit off. I'll give you a pip for 100, if you need me to look after the shed for you."

At this point, the man stopped, took a long puff of cigarette and said: "Hey, I don't have anything to do anyway, so I have nothing to do. So, brother, just tell me what you have in mind and how you want to record it, and I'll give it to you." Do you agree with your fixed price?"

Sun Yi thought it was good, this was a private customization, and then said: "I'm going to record a song for the competition. I have the song, but there is no accompaniment, uh, and I don't have the score."

After listening to Sun Yi's words, the man smacked his lips and then scratched his chicken coop. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Well, brother, my surname is Wang. If you can respect it, call me Brother Wang. Let's make friends today." I'm a friend, I'll give you a sum, 1000 yuan. If you don't have a score, I'll make it for you. The accompaniment will be along with the instruments I have here. I'll make it for you. Let's record for 5 hours. No matter how long it is, you can sing it. Don't move. You have asked all over the capital for this price. There is no such price." After hearing this, Sun Yi was very happy and immediately agreed. "Thank you so much, Brother Wang. This is 1000 yuan. I will leave it to my brother today. ”

The man took the money, put out the cigarette butt, and said, "Okay, let's start the process now." He turned around and entered the recording studio.Sun Yi also followed in.

Brother Wang first asked Sun Yi to play "Down the Mountain" on the guitar. After listening to it, he thought it was pretty good, and then started to follow Sun Yi's rhythm to pick up the score.

In his previous life, Sun Yi only loved singing. He also had a pretty good voice and was somewhat talented, so he could be considered a high-level KTV player.He had never learned music scores before, and he didn't know how to do it at all. Thanks to his acquaintance with Brother Wang, despite his slovenly appearance, his skills were excellent. After playing the music twice, the music score took shape.Sun Yi was quite surprised, someone of this level wouldn't behave like this.

After finishing the score, the two began to study the accompaniment.Sun Yi expressed his thoughts on the instrument, and Wang Ge supplemented and modified it based on his own experience and professional knowledge, and then used the piano to organize the accompaniment.After working on it for nearly 2 hours, the accompaniment was finished and it was time to start recording.

The two paused for a while, walked into the next room, sat on the sofa and drank tea, resting and adjusting.

Sun Yi was quite curious about Brother Wang, so he simply started chatting.

I learned through casual chat that Brother Wang’s name is Wang Jingtian. He is just 30 this year. He graduated from alto and has been working for 5.6 years. He is considered a well-known music producer in the circle. Last year, in order to pursue his rock and roll dream, he sold out an album at his own expense.As expected, he fell into a huge debt.My family's house was sold, and thanks to the help of my friends, I was able to save this recording studio.

This is quite common in rock circles.But most people pounce, rush to the scene immediately, and make money back quickly.Wang Jingtian doesn't like it.If there is no good music, he will not sing, so he will rely on the recording studio to make a living. If the music he sings is rubbish, he will not record it.

This is a person who has faith and principles in music. This is how Sun Yi identifies Wang Jingtian.

After resting for a while, the two began to officially record songs.

At the beginning, Sun Yilu stumbled, but under the guidance of Brother Wang, he gradually got better.

Wang Jingtian has very high requirements for music, which is almost a matter of polishing each sentence.Thanks to Sun Yi's talent.The understanding ability is also very strong.Otherwise both of them will go crazy.

The sky was completely dark, and there were still bursts of singing coming from the recording studio.

Sun Yi was standing in front of the microphone, singing clearly "...Goodbye, Master..."

"Okay, perfect, done." Wang Jingtian shouted excitedly.

After more than 5 hours of hard work, Sun Yi's "Down the Mountain" was finally recorded.

Seeing that it was getting late, Sun Yi took Brother Wang to a nearby small restaurant for a simple meal and talked about the issue of song copyright.Wang Jingtian understood very well, so he patted his chest and asked Sun Yi to come to him tomorrow morning and take him with him to register the copyright.

After dinner, before leaving, Wang Jingtian said regretfully to Sun Yi: "Brother, your song can only be recorded in this way now. If we want to record it according to your wishes, we have to find a female chorus. Add another set of instruments. But this version is enough for now, not bad.”

Sun Yi nodded in agreement and replied: "Thank you so much for today, Brother Wang. When I have more time, I will make an appointment with Brother Wang and make up for the rest. The current version is enough for me. Then, Brother Wang, let’s see you tomorrow.”

"Okay, brother, walk slowly." Wang Jingtian turned around and returned to his recording studio.

Sun Yi recorded songs for a day. After returning home, he fell asleep.

As for this life, he doesn't know whether the song "Down the Mountain" can still be selected by Fantasy Westward Journey. It depends on the sky.

(End of this chapter)