The beginning of a small three, singing and crying water friends

Chapter 54
night.

After talking on the phone with Jiang Xiaorou for more than an hour, Chu He was so sleepy that he was about to wash up and go to sleep.

Then the phone rang suddenly.

"Hello, Chuhe?" Zhang Zhe's voice was on the other end of the phone.

"It's me, Teacher Zhang Zhe, what's the matter so late?" Chu He was a little puzzled, it was almost ten o'clock, what's the matter with Zhang Zhe calling suddenly?

"Well... that's it. Are you free tomorrow? There is something I want to ask you for a favor. I won't be able to make it clear on the phone for a while. Let's meet and talk tomorrow. Can you see if it's okay?" Zhang Zhe's tone was a little anxious.

"Okay, let's meet and talk tomorrow." Chuhe thought for a while and agreed.

He has a good impression of Zhang Zhe, and if he asks you what's the matter tomorrow, it's okay to go and listen.

In this way, the two hung up the phone after making an appointment for tomorrow's meeting time and place.

the next day.

Chu He simply ate some breakfast and took a taxi to the coffee shop he had agreed upon.

Since it was still early, there were almost no people in the coffee shop, so Chu He ordered a latte and found a seat to sit down.

After waiting for about half an hour, Zhang Zhe opened the door and walked in.

But his expression startled Chuhe.

I haven't seen him in just a few days, Zhang Zhe has lost a lot of weight, his eyes are bloodshot, and he looks quite haggard.

"What's the matter?" Chu He looked at Zhang Zhe who was sitting opposite him, feeling a little panicked.

Don't be hit like this by yourself, right?

Zhang Zhe called the waiter to order a glass of water, took two sips before opening his mouth slowly.

"It's the International Music Festival in two days, you know about that, right?"

"Yes, I know." Chu He nodded.

He had really heard about the international music festival, because this year's music festival was held in China.

However, things like music festivals don’t get much attention in China.

Of course, insufficient publicity is a very important reason.

This is not to blame for the poor organizers. The music festival is mainly composed of orchestral symphonies, and domestic people do not accept this type of music very well.

And this year's netizens especially like to bring rhythm.

A good music festival might be interpreted by them as a music competition at home and abroad.

The comparison is definitely incomparable. The development of domestic orchestral music lags behind foreign countries by more than 30 to [-] years.

Coupled with the fact that no audience bought it, a vicious circle was formed.

Therefore, the organizers can only minimize publicity and minimize the pressure of public opinion.

Chuhe only knew about it after Jiang Xiaorou casually mentioned it.

Seeing that Chuhe knew about this, Zhang Zhe nodded and said, "I'm afraid I need your help this time."

Chu He was a little confused, "No, wait a minute. I know about the music festival, but what does it have to do with me? I'm just a little internet celebrity..."

"Hey..." Zhang Zhe sighed, "As the organizer of this music festival, we naturally want to participate. As the lead singer of the band, I also prepared for several days, but the organizer only notified us yesterday, saying that we The repertoire to be performed overlaps with the repertoire of a band in the United States, you said it was a big deal..."

"If they overlap, they overlap? There's no rule against singing the same song, right?" Chu He was a little puzzled.

"There is no rule that you are not allowed to sing the same song. This is not a competition, but..." Zhang Zhe pursed his lips, "But you don't know how poor the development of domestic orchestral music is. It's okay to sing different songs. , Everyone listens to it and it goes away, but once they sing the same song, the gap will be huge, we... can't afford to lose this person."

"This..." Chuhe felt the same way when he heard it. Everyone sang the same song, and he could tell whether it was good or not.

"Then why don't you change the song?"

"It's not that simple to change the song. The song I prepared before was prepared for the competition after a certain amount of adaptation, but there are only a few days left. It's not so easy to adapt the song." Zhang Zhe shook his head.

"Then you came to me..." Chuhe already had some premonition in his heart.

Zhang Zhe looked up at Chu He for a while, and asked: "Although the entertainment industry doesn't recognize it, you are the most outstanding genius I have ever seen in songwriting. Look... can you write a song in two days? Speaking of this, he paused, "As long as you nod, I am willing to give up the lead singer position to you, I just don't want to lose too badly as our lead singer, please."

Hearing this, Chuhe finally knew why Zhang Zhe was looking for him, it was to let him be a firefighter...

But he also knew that if he didn't agree, this music festival would probably be thrown abroad in embarrassment.

Domestic orchestras... are indeed much worse than those in Western countries.

Of course, there are actually good orchestras in China, which are composed of a complete set of musical instruments.

Dizi, Chimes, Xiao, Pipa, Guzheng, etc. are all our own traditional orchestral instruments.

It's just that the people of this world don't buy it very much.

Chuhe couldn't figure out why.

In terms of cultural heritage or the melody of the music, the music culture of our own country is no worse than that of foreign countries.

But no one recognized it.

Even for many young people who have learned our traditional musical instruments, it has become a problem to find a job after completing their studies.

Only some old artists are left in a hurry, for fear that the inheritance will be cut off one day.

Chu He thought for a while, maybe this music festival is an opportunity to change the status quo, "Okay, I agree to this."

Hearing Chuhe's promise, Zhang Zhe's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Yes." Chu He nodded, "But the people in your band may not need it. I need you to help me find some people who are proficient in flutes, zithers, pipas, and drums. The sooner the better."

"This..." Zhang Zhe was a little confused, "Let's not talk about the drum set, the rest are some silk and bamboo orchestral instruments, can this work?"

"International Music Festival, it's not that we don't have our own music, why do we have to learn from others? Since you have entrusted this matter to me, trust me, I will definitely surprise these foreigners."

"..."

Chuhe's words made Zhang Zhe silent.

If it is possible, who is willing to put their own things aside and learn from others?

But Chuhe's words also aroused the blood in Zhang Zhe's heart.

"Okay, give me half an hour, and I'll call someone right away." Zhang Zhe did what he said, picked up the phone and started broadcasting one by one.

After half an hour.

Zhang Zhe brought Chuhe to his music studio.

"Everyone is here, they are all invited from a folk art troupe, what else do you need?"

Hearing Zhang Zhe's words, Chu He raised his eyes and looked around at the people in front of him. Since they were all invited from an orchestra, tacit understanding should not be a problem, which also made Chu He heave a sigh of relief.

"We still need paper and pen." Chu He found a seat and sat down.

Although this is a bit scary, but the time is still too tight, he can only choose to compose on the spot.

(End of this chapter)