The child I pushed saved Ai Hoshino from 20 years ago

That is, after he used the master experience card, and then looked at the music score dance steps given by the system, he found the problem.

This set of dance steps is perfect for nine people, three on the left, three in the middle, and three on the right.

In teams of three, alternate positions with each other and interact with each other with exclusive movements, resulting in a visual effect that will be good.

If there is a lack of people, the effect of the performance will be much reduced.

Just now, he planned a little, and now the combination of five people is fine, and he only needs to stand in a one-three-one standing method.

Others don't know that the dance is complete, so they should not feel the abnormality and incompleteness of the position.

But the president's intuition is also too amazing, obviously I don't know the complete version of the dance package, but I can feel the incompleteness.

Should it be said that he is the one who digs out love?

"Illusion? But my intuition has always been accurate..."

the president said, suddenly remembering what Saito had just said.

"When you were in the dance practice room just now, you said, 'This is a matching dance, even if the number of people in the group is increased in the future, I can make up for the movements of the latecomers.'"

The president immediately figured out the source of his intuition, and then asked Saito, "So how many people designed this dance move?" Don't be perfunctory, I know, it definitely wouldn't be designed on a template for five, otherwise you wouldn't say that. "

It turns out that I leaked my mouth.

When Saito heard what the president said, he remembered that he had indeed said it just now, and just now he thought that his intuition was powerful: "You don't have to worry about this."

"Although I know that you are a genius, but you are not good like this, learning everything will only exhaust you in the end."

The president saw that Saito was reluctant to say it, and did not force him, but cared about his condition.

"No, my body knows." Saito replied casually.

"If you have a number in your heart."

The president drove Saito to the place where the recording studio was located, parked the car, and the two got out of the car together, and the president walked in front.

"You are recording music for the first time, maybe you don't understand the process, I'll tell you first."

The president took advantage of this free time to say to Chitohiko: "Even if you have a score, you must determine the type of instrument used in the song, and write the score for them separately, and give the order, generally speaking, the song recording needs to be marked, the main song segment, the chorus section, the intermezzo, the main song 2, the chorus 2, the end part."

"After assigning the band's work, you also need to decide on the style of the piece, and when you finally start recording, you need to listen and correct the deviations. That's pretty much what the process is.

President Saito continued: "Don't worry about bothering the band's people in terms of recording, I still have some friendship with them, you can take your time, and if you feel bad, record again, don't worry."

If you feel that the timbre is not right and want the performance effect of a special instrument, they basically have it, and they live nearby, and they can take you over to audition the sound of the instrument.

"Well, I see, but this time it's just an ordinary piece that doesn't use special instruments." Saito listened to what the president said, and felt a little troublesome, but fortunately, the composition given by the system is a complete set, and it is enough to copy it.

Saito followed the president into the recording studio.

A slightly chubby man dressed in black Hugh sat in a black chair.

When the president entered the studio, he greeted the people in the chairs, greeted him, and told him that the real client of the trip was Saitohiko.

Saito casually scanned the surroundings.

In front of the fat man is a device-mounted table with computers and various buttons, and there are three stereos at the top of the table, evenly distributed on the table.

Behind the sound in the middle is transparent glass, and you can see the recording studio further inside.

To the right of the desk with the computer is the door to the recording studio, and above the door is a lamp that shows the status of the recording studio.

"This is Taniguchi Tuner." After talking with the fat man for a while, the president introduced Saitohiko.

"Taniguchi tuner, it's nice to meet you, I'll have to trouble you later." When Saito heard the president's introduction, he greeted the fat man and began to introduce himself, "My name is Saitohiko, and I am Saito Igo's nephew.

"It's my job, no hassle." Taniguchi heard Saitohiko's introduction and what the president had just said, "It's really a genius, you can compose music and start recording at the age of twelve." What an envy, when I was twelve years old, I was still an ignorant teenager.

Taniguchi looked past with a reminiscing expression.

At this time, four young men dressed in fashionable clothes walked in.

"Excuse me." They walked in and said in unison.

One of them walked into the room and stood higher than the others.

"So coincidentally, Miura, you are also here." The president saw the four people walking in and said to the man in front of him.

"After you called me, I brought them in." Miura walked up to the president, stretched out his hand and said straight to the point: "What about the music score?" Hurry up and give us the record, finish recording early and finish early.

"Still so impatient, Hiko, you hurry up and give them the score, and by the way, communicate with them for arrangement." The president was accustomed to his impatience and turned to Saito and said.

"Mr. Miura is right, early recording is finished and finished early." Saito took out the sheet music he had just written in the company's dance practice room and handed it to Miura.

"If I need more detail, I will adjust it again, I didn't know that the recording was in order." Saito added.

After Miura took the sheet music, he frowned slightly when he heard what Saito said.

There is only the score of the song, not the score of the instrument. This is troublesome.

And listening to his tone, the music was written by the child in front of him, and when he wrote the score of the instrument, it is estimated that he will have to wait a few days, and today there is probably no way to start recording.

Miura looked back at the members behind him to ask for their opinions, and the people behind him did not shake their heads and refuse, so he had to say: "Let's watch the score first, you can take this time to think slowly about the distribution of instruments."

Saito nodded, did not say, I soon, you guys just wait a moment such words, to calm the band with furrowed brows.

He found a place to take the sheet music and pen and began to transcribe.

Miura took the sheet music given by Saito and studied it for a while and tried to play the lower syllable.

However, within minutes of their study of the score, Saito copied down the scores of each instrument and marked the detailed time nodes.

"This is the sheet music you wanted, and I also marked the time of insertion." After Saito copied it, he directly handed the score to Miura.

Miura was particularly shocked that Saito was able to compose the instrument so quickly.