Young people with light music will not encounter lonely rock music

However, after all, he grew up in a relatively wealthy family, so the Yamada family's tutoring was naturally not bad. It would be strange if it was messy.

Yamada Ryo sat at the table with computers and waved his hand, motioning for Kotobuki Hikaru to sit over.

Kotobuki Hikaru nodded, followed, sat on the seat next to him, took half a step back, and kept a subtle distance from Yamada Ryo.

Yamada Ryo plugged the monitoring headphones into the device, then opened the audio playback software on the computer and handed over the headphones.

"Please use."

The hand that handed over the earphones trembled slightly, and the girl's nervousness could be heard in the slightly aggravated tone.

It was as if I were in the classroom and was about to hear the announcement of test results from students.

"Ah."

Kotobuki Hikaru put the headphones on his head, nodded, and motioned for Yamada Ryo to play.

When Ryo Yamada clicked the play button with anticipation, a low bass sound rang in Kotobuki's ears.

The brisk rhythm beats in the headphones, and the bass sound of the song has a strong presence, which even gives people the feeling that it is somewhat more than the guitar that usually plays the protagonist.

But at just the right moment, the high-pitched bass gradually converges, silently reducing its presence, and gradually highlighting the sound of the guitar and drum beats.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The open-back headphones were like small speakers, and in the silent room only the sound of the music written by the girl was playing.

The young man closed his eyes, blocked his five senses, and focused all his attention on his hearing.

Yamada Ryo squirmed uneasily, gripping her skirt tightly with her fingers and pressing it on her legs.

Finally, after a few minutes, the played song ended and the sound in the headphones stopped.

After a long time.

Kotobuki Hikaru finally opened her eyes.

"How?" Yamada Ryo's voice was a little unconfident.

"You haven't filled in the lyrics yet?"

"That's something for Poch to consider."

"Hmm..." Kotobuki Hikaru thought for a while, looking for words to describe this song.

"..." The longer he dragged on and couldn't find an answer, the more confused Yamada Ryo's mind became.

"It's a piece that fits Ryo's style very well..." Kotobuki Hikaru finally gave this answer.

"What is this ambiguous answer... is it good or bad..."

Yamada Ryo sighed.

I originally thought I would be praised.

The result was a mixed answer.

"Is the answer to this question important?" Kotobuki asked.

"Ok?"

"If you are Liang, you will definitely not care about other people's opinions. As long as Liang poured his own feelings into writing this piece of music and can play the song to me without any concealment, it means that this piece of music is very important to Liang. Say, you are already in a satisfactory state."

"..." Yamada Ryo wanted to retort, but couldn't.

I always feel like, I don’t know since when, I don’t feel like myself anymore.

I was hesitant when writing songs. Even if I caught the fleeting inspiration, after finally writing the work, I immediately thought about how it would compare with Hikari's songs... Will everyone be satisfied? Will the audience be satisfied? I won't buy into such ideas.

If it were before, I would never care.

"I just don't want to disappoint the fans... and everyone." Yamada Ryo said.

That’s why I want to be recognized.

"Didn't Ryo say that rather than songs that are popular with fans, I want to write songs that suit my own style?"

The words that Yamada Ryo used to teach Kotobuki Mitsuru before were now used almost intact to teach him.

"Today's fans are very fanatical. If the band's music is slightly unsatisfactory, they will complain. Isn't there recent news about popular idols being assassinated by fanatical fans? I don't want to suffer because my music is not liked by others. Make fans angry."

Ryo Yamada responded with such a lame excuse.

"So other than idol stars...how can anyone follow a band so enthusiastically?"

Kotobuki Mitsuru responded to Yamada Ryo's joke.

He also knew in his heart that Ryo Yamada was just looking for reasons for his uneasiness.

"However, from what I hear, this song is definitely a song that can convey the mood that Ryo wanted to express when he composed it."

"is that so?"

Yamada Ryo mused.

He stared at Kotobuki Hikaru who had taken off his headphones, looking at him as if interrogating him.

After a moment, she nodded.

"So, stop thinking about whether others will like it. This song will definitely attract audiences who feel the same way as Ryo."

Kotobukimitsu gave a thumbs up.

After receiving the affirmation, Yamada Ryo let out a long sigh, released the pressure in his heart, and put down the wrinkled hands holding the skirt. The uneasiness on his face was immediately replaced by the cheeky smile of the past.

"What was my mood when I was composing... Really, you always give such ambiguous answers when faced with questions."

Ryo Yamada complained. "I'm too afraid of offending people."

"Ha..." Qinbukiguang felt like he was being scolded.

"I need to muster up some courage and give a clear response. It's a complete scumbag behavior to whet girls' appetites like this."

"...Being a scumbag, aren't you yourself called a scumbag benchmark by Hongxia, Ryo?"

Yamada Ryo didn't answer, he just leaned back in his chair and looked into Kotobuki Hikari's eyes with some cold eyes.

For some reason, Kotobuki Hikaru only felt a guilty conscience that came from nowhere.

"Hikari should know what I mean..."

"..." Qinbukiguang remained silent.

......

After both of them were silent for a long time, it was finally Ryo Yamada who couldn't hold it any longer, stood up from the back of the chair, and exhaled.

"Really... Even though he looks so strong on the outside, he still can't get rid of his timidity and cowardice in his heart."

The tags were like sharp swords, thrusting continuously into Kotobuki's heart.

timid, cowardly.

It's just describing my past self...

Exactly.

When encountering difficulties, I only know how to run away. I have always been denied everything, which leads me to stand still when faced with anything I am not sure about.

"Light." Yamada Ryo suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"Since you said just now, you can feel my mood when I wrote this song... Then, what kind of mood did you have when you wrote the band's previous two songs? ?”

"I?!"

No matter what, Kotobuki Hikaru couldn't imagine why the topic would suddenly involve him.

However, after thinking carefully, the boy's cheeks were only slightly red.

"I don't know what others say, but like Guang, I can clearly hear what kind of mood Guang had when he composed the music."

Ryo Yamada continued.

But Qinbukiguang just kept silent with his mouth half open, without saying a word.

"Your acting skills are very poor...the expression on your face can't hide anything, Hikaru."

"I know this...this kind of thing!"

My acting skills are very poor and I can't hide my feelings...

I vaguely remember that Goto Kazuri seemed to have said similar words to himself.

"The lyrics that Poch has written recently have changed a lot. You must have noticed the change in Poch."

"...Is that so."

"The same goes for writing lyrics and composing music. Just like when you and I are composing, we can clearly feel the mood of the other party when composing. If it is light... Absolutely, we can also feel that when Poch is composing lyrics, How do you feel about it?"

Kotobuki Hikaru lowered his head.

Failed.

I originally thought that Ryo was simply letting me listen to the music.

But it seems...

She's just a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking.

Being closed to a dead end.

Apart from facing the confrontation with Yamada Ryo, Kotobuki Mitsuru did not leave him any other way out.

......

...

(The following are some minor complaints that do not count in word count.)

It's been in bad shape recently.

Life is a mess, so updates are a little spotty.

In the past four weeks, I have been traveling for work on weekends for three weeks, and my work ended very late. I was in such a bad mood that I had to drink a pack of cigarettes a day to maintain some energy. The two interruptions were because I was too tired to go back and fell asleep, so I missed the update. .

As a result, I made some mistakes at work during the business trip two days ago, and I got scolded a lot, and might even be fired...

I didn't get home from my business trip until late at night on the day I stopped watching, and then I got up at six o'clock to edit the film.

What's even more annoying is that the three-month trial period for this job just ends at the end of this month...

Why is work so painful...

The job is so terrible. If I don’t want to work, I don’t want to die.

What's even more disgusting is that the salary of this job is very low...the base salary is [-]%. If my ability is not up to standard, I will not be able to work on projects and get bonuses for the time being.

The combined salary I received in the past two months is less than my last month’s royalties...

Chapter 165 I like it...

People always infuse their thoughts and emotions into their works.

Whether they are painters or composers, some of their feelings when creating can always be read from their works.

When creating a work that they have poured their heart and soul into, they absolutely expect someone who can resonate with their heart to read their thoughts.

Kotobuki Hikaru is no exception.

He recalled that when he was writing songs, he was alone in the middle of the night, the lights were lit, and he felt red in the face when he wrote his thoughts into the songs.

The memory is so profound that it is difficult to completely forget it at any time.

"If it were light... I would definitely be able to understand what kind of mood Porchi had when composing the music."

Yamada Ryo's words were like questioning at a trial, forcing Kotobuki Hikaru to face what he had been avoiding before.

There is no escape.

There is no escape either.

He still remembered the sunset in the classroom after school, where only he and Goto were there, the faint fragrance in the air, and the touch of the paper in his hand that was filled with what he thought were lyrics.

When he saw the words on the paper, he was stunned on the spot. He stayed alone in the classroom for a long time. It was not until other people who came to the classroom reminded him that he came back to his senses.