Entertainment: Dogs Are Also People, Please Respect Them A Little

"Big guy, you've been collecting style for a year, and at the end of the year, I beg your inspiration to explode, write two songs!!"

Other department heads: Here, I am the king of heaven, whoever doesn't complete the task, just get out

! In the composition department, the director: Big man, as long as you write, I will be your dog

in the future, on call! One hundred and eighty-seven songs, that is too idealistic, and the reality is...

At the end of the year, there can be 80 songs, which is considered that these composers have exceeded their tasks!

What's more, whether it is the emperor of music or the ace, there are singers who have a good relationship with them.

As long as the song is written, the composer will definitely give the song to the singer with whom he has a good relationship as soon as possible!

Anyway, he will take a share of the income from the song download, so why should he give it to the singer with a bad relationship?

So...

Sister Lin made a phone call all afternoon, and her mouth was full of skin, but she still didn't find a suitable song.

Either there is no song, or the song is not suitable, or the other party just hangs up.

There are even people who don't answer, and they still block it

! After becoming an agent, there are really few moments when she is so tired!

She grabbed her hair a little decadently, leaned against the wall, and looked at the white clouds in the distance.

Where on earth are you going to find a song that suits Qin Fan?

Suddenly, her mobile phone rang.

She straightened up in an instant, adjusted her emotions, smiled, and prepared to pick up the phone.

There must be news about the song.

But when she saw the phone screen showing Qin Fan's call, she wanted to throw away the phone for a moment.

At this time, she really didn't want to answer the phone.

She was afraid, afraid that Qin Fan would ask: Sister, did you help me find a suitable song? She was afraid

of Qin Fan and said: Sister, did you have the heart to help me find it?

She didn't know how she would answer if Qin Fan really asked that!

But biting her lip, Sister Lin still connected Qin Fan's phone.

Then, Qin Fan's inquiry really came from the phone, but it was a little different from what she imagined.

"Sister, have you eaten??" "Su Tian didn't find you when I went to your office!" "

Sister, why didn't you speak

?" "Sister, where are you?"

"..."Sister

Lin was directly stunned, her brain was buzzing, and all that was left was Qin Fan's sentence Have you eaten

.

The spirit that was originally holding on to tension was loosened at this moment.

"I... I'm still inviting songs!" Sister

Lin secretly took a few deep breaths, adjusted her emotions, and tried to maintain a normal tone to speak.

"Sister, you don't need to look for songs over there!" "

I already have a song here, and besides, I'm very satisfied!!"

Hearing Qin Fan's words, Sister Lin instantly came to her senses.

was originally a pretended emotion, but he was really excited:

"Really??"

"Did you really find the song?" "

Well, I really found it!"

Facing Sister Lin's inquiry, Qin Fan gave an affirmative answer.

"Wonderful

!!" "Wonderful!!"

God knows how tormented she was after an afternoon call.

And for Qin Fan's words, Sister Lin was convinced.

As a singer, distinguishing the good from the bad of a song is the most basic.

If a singer can't even tell whether a song is good or bad, then what kind of singer is it?

At least the most basic song aesthetics, there is always one!

Don't bear it, Qin Fan is still the national champion of the talent show.

Therefore, as soon as she heard Qin Fan say that there was already a song, she was really excited.

There is no doubt at all.

However, she still habitually asked:

"Then where did you find the song

?" "Did you find someone to help invite you?",

"Is it the composer of our company?" "

Or was it invited from outside?"

"..."While

Sister Lin asked, her mind kept looking for answers.

So he didn't give Qin Fan a chance to answer at all, so he continued:

"Impossible, it can't be the

company!" "Who in the company doesn't know how lazy that group of composers is, how many teacups Wang Dong of the composition department has to smash every day, and Lao Zhou is crazy almost every day

!" "The annual task every year has never been completed, and the old anniversary is scolded!"

Not to mention, I've asked all the questions up and down today, and they all say that there are no songs

!""Some of them say that they are not inspired, they haven't written yet, or they have already given it

!""So, this group of slackers is impossible

!""But I finally know that guy He Youjun, why he has to inch in!!""

So... Qin Fan, are you looking for it outside?"

"Words from outside... By the way, did you find a teacher from your school?

"Yes, yes, it's all because I didn't remember this stubble!""You are a student of the School of Arts of Shanghai University, not to mention the vocal music department, or the national champion, you are now the proud

protégé of those teachers!" "As their proud protégé, it is not a simple matter to ask the teacher to help find the song

!" "I didn't

even think of such an important connection!!"

Oh, I'm so stupid, I'm really willing to go far

!""Although they are not as famous as artists as teachers, the resources they have at their disposal are enough to make every artist go crazy!!" "

In their hands, they have taught a lot of elites in the music industry. There are quite a lot of composers!"

"..."Qin

Fan, who was sitting on the sofa, looked sideways at the phone in his hand, raised his hand and grabbed his forehead.

He

just simply said that he had a song here, and Sister Lin was so excited.

Although he didn't want to break Sister Lin's beautiful fantasy, Qin Fan still decided to explain:

"That...", "Sister, it's not what you think..."

, "

Song, it's not invited by someone else!".

On the other side of the phone, Qin Fan, who was making up for the phone, called the teacher and told him emotionally that he had no song and was humiliated by the composer, and after the school teacher heard it, Sister Lin, who was arrogant and helped Qin Fan find a song, subconsciously answered:

"I didn't invite someone else, how did I come here?"

"I wrote it myself!"

Click~

As soon as Qin Fan's voice fell, Sister Lin felt that she heard her heartbreak...

And the picture in my mind that has not been completed is shattered into scum like a mirror falling to the ground.

She swallowed her saliva, took a deep breath, and asked Qin Fan with a trembling mouth:

"You..."

Are you joking with your sister??" "

Okay Qin Fan, tell my sister, you're joking with your sister!