I Just Want To Be a Little Fresh Meat

"I just want to be a little fresh meat (

Fang Bei woke up early the next morning.

After a brief wash, I went to the cafeteria on the first floor for breakfast.

In high-end hotels, the breakfast is basically buffet.

After eating breakfast, I cleaned up a bit.

At about nine o'clock, Sun Xiaoai came over to pick up Fang Bei and passed by.

Because tomorrow is the time for the official recording of the show, there are no paparazzi on the TV station.

But to prevent paparazzi from squatting guard, Fang Bei still put on an onion mask.

Zhejiang TV Station, Singing Room.

"Onion player, let me introduce it to you. This is the top domestic orchestra we invited. Today it is specially arranged for you."

Director Wu Tong enthusiastically introduced the group of people in front of him to Fang Bei.

"Hello teachers."

Fang Bei was also very polite and nodded slightly.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"good morning."

The orchestra teacher also responded enthusiastically.

It seems that everything is fine.

"Onion player, I don't know what song you prepared today?"

The reason why director Wu Tong is so enthusiastic is entirely because of Fang Bei's originality.

Because originality equals surprise, and surprise equals traffic.

And traffic can be converted into ratings.

They made this show, isn't it just for ratings!

Looking at Fang Bei, director Wu Tong rubbed his hands with excitement.

Forehead.

Fang Bei didn't speak immediately after seeing Wu Tong's appearance.

He felt that the other party was a bit wretched now.

How come the more you look, the more you look like the strange uncle who is going to lie to the little girl?

"Let's do this song. I have already composed the song. Teachers, let's see how it should be arranged."

About ten seconds later, Fang Bei took out a few sheets of paper.

These were thoughts by him in the morning.

"Oh, let's see."

The teachers of the orchestra are interested because they know that Fang Bei is very talented.

They have also heard "Those Who Miss Me", which is very good.

After the orchestra teacher took the paper on which Fang Bei had written the lyrics, they gathered together and looked at it carefully.

"Lonely sandbar is cold?"

I don't know who it is, and gently read the title of this song.

About five minutes later, the orchestra teachers finished watching the song.

"This song is great, come on, let's get started. By the way, do you have any ideas?"

Among them, a teacher in the band asked Fang Bei.

"Teachers, I don't know how to arrange music, what do you think should be done."

Fang Bei waved his hand, he didn't have any ideas, he didn't know how to arrange music at all.

Arrangement and composition are different, and there are more factors that need to be considered.

He always relies on transport for his composition, so the arranger can't be transported.

"That line, let's extend it based on your composition, then you can listen to it."

"Row."

Fang Bei nodded and agreed to the other party's proposal.

As long as you don't want him to arrange music, you can do anything.

Afterwards, several teachers of the orchestra began to discuss.

"Fang Bei, your original song looks good."

At this time, Wu Tong, the director of the show, quietly came to Fang Bei, and then whispered.

Now, Fang Bei still wears a mask.

After all, there are not many people who know the true identity of Onion for the purpose of the show.

Except for Wu Tong, it is Sun Xiaoai.

By the way, there is also the director of the TV station.

It's just that the director does not ask for these details, he only looks at the final result, which is the ratings.

"Ahem, okay, I don't know whether the audience likes it or not."

Fang Bei was very humble.

He liked this song very much when he was in junior high school.

How to put it, listening to music is the mainstream in the student era when there were only mp3 and mp4.

Moreover, at that time, good songs appeared in piles.

Golden tunes also appear frequently, so it's so lively.

It's like now, hey, don't talk about it.

"The Peak Band has praised you, it's definitely not bad."

Wu Tong is very confident, such as Fang Bei still confident.

Pinnacle?

However, Fang Bei's focus is not here, but that he knows the name of this top orchestra.

"Um."

Afterwards, Fang Bei and Wu Tong briefly chatted for a while.

As for the peak band, the preliminary arrangement is also ready.

The time spent before and after, no more than half an hour.

No wonder Wu Tong said that the other party is the top domestic orchestra.

This speed is absolutely.

"Onion player, we have compiled the song, you try?"

"Row."

Without hesitation, Fang Bei agreed.

Sing, he has no problem.

After all, he didn't know how many times he had listened to this song.

After preparing for a while, cooperation began.

The prelude sounded slowly.

Fang Bei listened for a while, and felt that there was no problem.

Afterwards, he followed and sang gently.

"My heart has been haggard since you left

White tung trees flying in the wind

......"

In the beginning, there was no problem.

However, when Fang Bei sang the fifth sentence, he suddenly stopped.

The Peak Orchestra saw that Fang Bei did not continue singing, and the teacher in the hat asked with some confusion: "Onion player, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's okay, but I feel that there is something wrong with the place just now, which is different from the melody in my head."

Fang Bei frowned tightly, he felt a little strange.

At the beginning, he felt that there was no problem.

But after singing a few sentences, he felt different from what he remembered.

Uncontrollably, he stopped.

"Different from the one in my mind?"

The orchestra teachers were also taken aback, not understanding what Fang Bei said.

"Teachers, what do you think of this treatment here?"

Next, Fang Bei told the orchestra teachers the melody in his memory.

The orchestra teachers were a little unhappy at first, after all, they were questioned.

However, immediately after listening to Fang Bei's treatment.

An expression of relief appeared on their faces.

Immediately, they adjusted the arrangement.

Sure enough, they also feel that the current arrangement is better.

However, after handling an arrangement, everyone focused their attention on Fang Bei.

"Teachers, what's the matter?"

Seeing everyone staring at him, Fang Bei suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Didn't you say that you can't arrange music?"

The teacher wearing a hat in the orchestra asked with some doubts. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm

"Yeah, I don't know how to arrange music."

Fang Bei nodded again to confirm.

"Then what did you just do?"

"I......"

At this moment, Fang Bei understood.

"Teachers, I just sang a song, and then suddenly I had a feeling."

"Oh, yes."

"Yes."

"That's all right, go ahead."

Fang Bei had already explained the party.

Indeed, he just thought that there was something wrong with that place.

Arrangement or something, he really doesn't.

After preparing again, Fang Bei continued to sing.

The place where the problem just appeared, also passed easily.

However, when he reached the chorus, Fang Bei stopped again.

"Onion player, what's wrong?"

This time, the orchestra teacher took the initiative to speak again.

"Should this be the place where the verse and the chorus turn?"

Fang Bei once again expressed his thoughts.

However, the orchestra teachers did not speak, but stared at Fang Bei closely.

Their eyes seemed to ask, don’t you know how to arrange music?

You didn't feel like you just came suddenly, so what's going on now.

"Ahem, teachers, let's try it instead."

At this moment, Fang Bei's face was full of awkward smiles.

However, he continued.

The teachers of the orchestra accepted Fang Bei's opinion again and made changes.

Sing, continue for the third time.

Three minutes later, Fang Bei stopped again.

This time, the orchestra teachers did not speak, but looked at Fang Bei.

Those eyes seemed to say: There is a problem, just say it directly. Also, are you sure you can't arrange music?