The Idol Group and the Crown

Although Jiang Jue was born in the acting department, his first work was "Star Walk", and he won the Best Newcomer Award that year.

He played the amnesia idol Yue Yu, which fits almost all the fantasies' fantasies, and the singing and dancing performance in the movie is professional.

—— Qi Lin also took him to the SPF internship, and taught a lot of professional-related content.

Now Jiang Yingdi came to teach and was still approachable in front of trainees.

"Besides the practice of dancing movements and singing pronunciation, the sense of drama is also necessary for the interpretation of the work."

Jiang Ju looked sideways at the lyrics of "Nightfire" projected on the screen and asked, "Which student would like to come out and feel it?"

In the silence, Gu Shaochu took a step forward.

"Very good," Jiang Jue looked at his badge and smiled softly: "Classmate Gu, how was your empathy when you were performing this song?"

Gu Shaochu shook his head slightly.

He didn't feel much, and his feelings were not full when singing.

"So what we have to do is to use your own personal experience to find the emotional memory in the lyrics." Jiang Jue used a newspaper to scroll a little on the screen, like a hypnotist, and said in a deep voice: "This song is on the eve of dawn, The flames of ambition burning in the night."

"Gu Shaochu, when was the most time you failed to suppress?"

Gu Shaochu's gaze must be certain, and he subconsciously looked at all the students behind him, and still honestly said frankly.

"The last game three years ago."

"Good, how did that game end?"

"Break seven, then lose."

Gu Shaochu always showed relative restraint and calmness when he participated in this rehearsal.

But when he mentioned the regrets of the past, his eyes began to change unconsciously.

He later won many times.

Larger events, stronger opponents, and higher levels of honor.

But thinking of the failure again, unwillingness and anger will still climb like thorns and vines deep in my mind.

If the tactics changed half a point at the time-

If he didn’t make any mistakes at the time-

"Remember your emotions now." Jiang Jue stared at his eyes: "You actually remember clearly."

"The suppressed state, the unwillingness to be denied, and all the complex and subtle inner emotions."

"Now we jump again."

"Before the chorus, Gu Shaochu, you have to maintain this state."

Zhu Xizhi stood in the second row, blank and curious throughout, and even wanted to raise his hand and chat with Teacher Jiang.

The difference between them and Jiang Jue is about five or six years old, but in terms of temperament and experience, it seems to be far away from the cloud and mud.

He blinked and confirmed his feeling again.

Teacher Pei, Teacher Huo, Teacher Jiang, Teacher Feng.

It seems that every legendary character who praises the whole body has a special aura after Nirvana's rebirth.

The music rang again, and the teenagers began to spin and gather and disperse and converge.

Zhu Xizhi looked sideways at everyone present, and looked at Jiang Jue, who guided patiently.

Will and will they embark on a journey to experience something together as teammates?

Fu concentrated on observing the sudden progress of Gu Shaochu's transformation next year, and it took a long time to look back at Zhu Xizhi not far away.

The little snow leopard wandered its tail wandering around.

Jiang Jue went out to answer the phone, and the trainees had a few minutes of rest.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhu Xizhi shook his head: "I don't know."

Fu is still observing Gu Shaochu's eyes next year, and said for a long time: "Mr. Jiang is so powerful."

He didn't know what the sense of drama was, but he saw Gu Shaochu's solo dance in the half-time glass mirror, and he felt a sudden and cheerful feeling.

Zhu Xizhi's glutinous answer.

"Right," Fu suddenly recovered next year and looked at him: "Did Teacher Pei teach you anything?"

"Teacher Pei?"

"Yes," Fu tried to learn more skills next year: "Last time, you learned to dance with Mr. Pei, and then on the stage, the state is completely different."

"Oh that." Zhu Xizhi nodded, and stepped back three steps. He turned his head to the teaching assistant and said, "Please play music again."

The next second the rhythm came back, he smiled in the blink of an eye, his movements were bright and smooth while dancing, and there was the kind of unspeakable hook at the time.

Like the dudes swaying in the Fengyue Field, like the dangerous and unpredictable mysterious characters, the eyes on the side of the hand are all predatory.

Fu frowned next year: "This is it, how did you do it?"

Jiang Jue just pushed the door in and saw the second half of Zhu Xizhi's dance.

"That's...Mr. Pei said at the time," Zhu Xizhi pulled a black and white spot coat and scratched his head. "Beginners want to sultry when dancing, they must position themselves with a character with enough characteristics."

Jiang Ju showed his gaze.

"It's that simple?" Fu said in surprise next year.

"It's that simple." Zhu Xizhi slipped back to his original position and said with great care: "When I danced, I positioned myself as a cute and charming villain."

Jiang Jue suddenly said.

"Not a specific person?"

"Uh, no."

"No other details have been considered."

"No," Zhu Xizhi said with a smile: "Probably think about it, and then it all depends on the feeling."

Jiang Ju paused for a long time and signaled the assistant to turn around and leave the trainee's contact information to himself.

"You may have the potential to become a very good actor." He laughed: "There are not many people who can enter the scene in one second."

At the same time, Huo Jian arranged the soundtrack and operation of the album at SPF headquarters.

He hasn't been back to this park for a long time, and when he sees the twin towers, he will be palpitated for a moment.

They originally lived in the building next door.

Seventeenth floor, six people, carefree, safe and happy.

The atmosphere of the meeting was slightly depressed.

People are in awe of Huo Jian today, even if he knows that he is a famous artist once, he dare not be bold and ask questions.

After the subordinates quickly retreated with the documents, Pei Ru also closed the door of the conference hall and sat opposite him.

"We need to talk."

Huo Jian recovered, and his emotions eased a lot when he looked at his fiance.

"You don't have to be so official," he said with a smile: "Go back to dinner later?"

"Now is the time for business contact," the man symbolized the collar: "Your album, originally scheduled to have twelve songs, there are already nine in production, is expected to be twenty days later, that is July 2 Issued on the 18th."

"Yes, no problem."

"As your agent--although I have been communicating with the Long family over the past few days," Pei Ru also looked at him with a calm tone: "My suggestion is that we sell three of them in advance Six songs."

Huo Jian froze for a few seconds.

"...Sell?"

He and Pei Ru have also known each other for too long, knowing that the other party does not lack money at all, and there is no possibility of being partly greedy for money.

And every song here is the hard work written by Huo Jian day and night.

Pei Ru also confirmed his emotional feedback and continued slowly.

"Sell to movies, TV series, and even variety shows, as the theme song announced in advance."

Huo Jian didn't respond for a while, what he wanted to do.

In the old concept, at least in the old cognition before A did not dissolve, this is a very cheap behavior.

The music circle has always had class circles, and the subdivisions behave differently in different small circles.

The bottom-most singers stay in the bar and earn hard money by singing popular songs.

It has always been a glorious and difficult thing to own a brokerage company and publish your own personal album.

Both production and distribution costs are high, but they also have a milestone significance.

The third and fourth line singers and professional class players will contribute to the OST of large and small film and television works.

Only works with enough luxurious investment in the lineup are worth the big singers' initiative to "downgrade" to participate in publicity.

"Actually," Pei Ru also thought about the expression and said briefly: "The times have changed."

"Now that a song wants to make a circle is entirely a matter of chance."

Huo Jian subconsciously said: "Is it useless by strength?"

"No, the listeners have too many choices." Pei Ru also whispered: "We need to let them hear your work repeatedly before they make a choice."

Due to psychological trauma, Huo Jian has been very restrained in surfing the Internet in the past two years, and will not stay too much on the forum Weibo.

But from 2010 to 2018, Mass Entertainment almost ushered in a wave of disruptive changes.

A is the last group of lucky people at the junction of the times.

Many people complain that they have never heard a good song again, but the actual situation is that intelligent algorithms cater to their comfort zone invisibly, allowing fixed tastes to be strengthened repeatedly.

Young people who like ancient songs can pay attention to a large number of online singing, and young people who engage in rock hip-hop can search endless underground works.

They simply don't need and are unlikely to listen to new albums outside of their interest.

In the old days, singers of different genres mixed together and shared the same promotion platform and distribution channel.

Nowadays, different small circles are gradually solidifying, and the only big fire song that can be 100% out of the circle is the non-brainful nightclub song like "Heart and Heart".

——Simple and understandable enough, magic brainwashing enough, and suitable for all occasions.

Huo Jian's throat moved, and there was a feeling of a sudden dream wake up.

"Do you remember, A's last album?" Pei Ru also asked softly.

""Role Playing."" The youth murmured: "Very successful...very out of the circle."

That album finally won the crown, which is well deserved from any angle.

Pei Ruye slightly nodded, staring at his eyes and said: "The selection of the OSC Crown Award, look at three places."

"The originality of the lyrics, the concert site, and the overall situation."

This "comprehensive" includes not only the development and guidance of the work on trends and creativity, but also the social popularity, singing, and comprehensive evaluation scores of passers-by.

"I've picked a few very good scripts these days, and basically all of them have been produced. They will be launched in the next two months-just the promotion period in all aspects."

If we can win a win-win situation together, it will be mutually beneficial for both parties.

"Several of them are not famous, but in my judgment, they are very good choices."

Pei Ru also slowly explained his suggestion, and paused for a few words.

"...Blade, are you distracted?"

Huo Jian was quiet for a long time.

"You only sleep for four and a half hours every day."

Pei Ru also immediately raised his eyes, his expression slightly changed.

"Eight hours a day is used to run the night fire live broadcast and the video at the moment."

"Six hours to deal with all matters related to me."

"You have to go to classes for trainees and socialize with different seniors."

He took a deep breath and continued his emotions as he continued.

"Even at this level, as always, you are still helping me watch the script."

Find the best choice for me, the direction of maximizing efficiency.

Now I have picked three to six projects that I can collaborate with, which is equivalent to Pei Ruya who has seen dozens or even hundreds of scripts and curated books in the past.

Huo Jian couldn't even think about where he was squeezing out time, and how many cups of coffee and strong tea he had drunk.

Do it yourself, don't count the gains and losses.

And I never planned to tell half a sentence how much I have paid for these things and what I have sacrificed.

If Huo Jian doesn't ask at the moment, these will be silently placed behind the scenes like in the past, as if just picking a leaf at hand.

Huo Jian didn't hesitate at all when he was cruel to himself, but now he really sees a person who struggles for himself to such a degree, but will feel helpless and want to cry.

Is this real?

I deserve to be taken care of and spoiled by you like this.

Pei Ru also suddenly didn't know how to answer this second.

He was rarely seen through.

At this moment he could say a lot of backlogs of love, but when he saw Huo Jian's red eyes, he just wanted to hold the other person to touch his head and give him a warm kiss.

He stared at him for a long time.

Huo Jianhong looked at him with red eyes, stood up and hugged him, pressed his breath to hold his neck tightly, so hard that he wanted to express all his emotions.

"Teacher..." The voice is dumb, trembling with a panic tail: "You sleep more every day, okay?"

"I can handle these things, and I can do many things without having to be fully responsible."

"I will listen to what you say, and I want you to sleep for a few more hours and get a good rest in a month, even if you have a free day."

Pei Ru also let him hug him tightly and said with a smile: "How can it be so serious, how can it be afraid again."

Huo Jian changed his breath in a hurry, and said sadly: "Afraid of losing you."

The man kissed the end of his eyes sideways and rubbed his cheeks.

"Not because I like you."

I like it very much.

It was enough from the start.

Huo Jian responded awkwardly.

When he let go of the man, he wanted to say'I like you too'. After a long time, he felt that this occasion was not formal enough. He only lowered his head and dragged his chair from the opposite side of the table all the way to Pei Ruye. .

"Actually, you can tell me earlier, it's okay for me to customize a few songs for them."

"You don't have to," the man looked at him with a smile: "I can't bear it."

Huo Jian listened to his face getting hot, and inexplicably had a kind of astringency felt when he was seventeen or eighty years old.

"You keep talking."

Pei Ru also reached out and rubbed the head of Little White Wolf, Wen Sheng told him a few items he liked.

The cooperative company is about to announce an amateur variety show, a lineup of luxurious fantasy TV dramas, love idol dramas where popular artists star... so many, and a movie that is not favored by the industry.

The last film "The Man Who Listens to the Dusk" is a suspense film with an investment of only tens of millions, and the shooting scene is very simple.

The director is Jiang Lu, starring Su Shen. They are four years old and have worked together for many years in well-known TV series.

But after the end of the nine seasons of the TV series, their career transformations are diametrically opposed.

A gorgeous turn, won several awards in succession.

Another disappointment to everyone, has now been ridiculed as the king of bad films.

"This actor named Su Shen has had a very glorious past in the past." Pei Ruye nodded: "At the age of fifteen, he won the Emperor, and was very recognized by the old actors and directors, but only nearly two. I didn't find a good work in 2015."

Then Jiang Lu retreated when the limelight was at its peak, and this year he officially switched to become a director, leading the drama at an unbelievably low cost.

The industry has not been optimistic about the film since the beginning.

The suspense movie was not easy to shoot and not easy to sell. Su Shen has filmed four of the past two years and pasted four. The one with the lowest box office is not even worth four million-fans simply don't buy it.

Besides, Jiang Lu is not a professional director-this is simply Hu Lai.

Huo Jian thought for a moment and asked, "What is the reason you want to gamble?"

"script."

"That script is the only one I have read in its entirety." Pei Ruye also said, "If the plot is stunning and the characters and actors are highly integrated, the audience will not be so low."

He cherishes Huo Jian's work and will not take risks.

If this bet is cashed at a high rate, the higher the box office, the higher the popularity and popularity of the theme song, which is a rare large-scale publicity opportunity.

Huo Jian thought for a while.

"There are four songs, you can arrange them freely."

Pei Ru also bowed his head and kissed his soft hair again.

"Take you to sign the contract tomorrow."

When returning to the recording building of "The Selection of God Blessings", Jiang Jue and Xie Lianyun had just left.

They all have busy schedules and send a message about having time to eat together.

After half a day, the trainees seemed to have beaten chicken blood. At this time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening and few people wanted to leave.

It's so cool to be in the show! !

A becomes O becomes A really cool! ! !

Let me go dancing and I can show more! ! !

Huo Jian routinely walked around in the past and found that several trainees changed a lot. At this time, the training suit was soaked in sweat and smiled.

"It's not bad," he laughed. "Looking forward to your performance tomorrow."

"You have to decide on a new stage makeup these days, remember to fully communicate with the makeup artist, and you should say it in time if you have an idea."

Now the number of staff is reduced by half, and the makeup of the clothes can be relatively refined.

Huo Jian cherishes the past works in his heart, and specially invited a familiar team to come to help.

When picking clothes and setting makeup, the trainees were a little bit excited and had the illusion that they would debut soon.

"Do I wear this beautiful one or that beautiful one?"

"That brooch is so handsome! Sister will wear it to me, OK?"

Huo Jian stayed at the scene while writing the score while staring at the progress. He stretched a long time and stood up to see the positioning style of each student.

The style of the stylist is very good, and the characteristics of each child are accurately found.

Waiting for Fu to come here next year, Huo Jian paused and watched for a few more seconds.

It's too restrained, so I can't get the first place.

Fu is a type of good-looking next year. The facial features are warm and clear, but part of it is suppressed by temperament, which is not outstanding.

The stylist observed the boss's expression through the mirror and carefully said: "This child is relatively calm, we used a relatively dark blue."

Fu's sitting position is a bit stiff next year, and he is not confident when he looks at Huo Jian: "This should be fine."

"Dye him a silver hair and ask for a mixture of silver and blue." Huo Jian said sideways: "Change another pair of golden pupils to see the effect."

The teenager stayed in place: "Will it be too gorgeous?"

Huo Jian looked at him and smiled.

"Combining cold and warm, I think it might be surprising."

Out of prudence, the stylist went to find a silver wig, and then found a firefly gold color contact.

Two or three strokes changed the eyebrow shape, and when I looked in the mirror again, the teenager seemed to have changed completely.

He really is a natural fit for Zhang Yang's conspicuous color scheme.

The silver-haired golden pupil, his eyes long and his nose straight, somewhat restrained and gentle, coexist with Zhang Yang wantonly, actually more harmonious than others.

Fu's eyes are naturally picky next year, and his lips are peachy, so he doesn't need to dye too much.

Only the serious temperament was lined by this golden pupil, and it turned into an invisible sense of abstinence.

He is calm and gentle, like the chairman of the student council who can never be more honest.

The fairy-like silver hair flowed into the frontal ears, and the golden eyes cleared and blinked lightly. When mixed with this impression, it was too sultry.

"Good-looking." Huo Jian smiled and beckoned: "Which student is not sure? I'll help you see the effect--"

"The teacher looks at me!!"

"Mr. Huo, that's too boring!!! I want it too!!!"

"All of me who come first line up--"

A group of students rushed over with their hands held high, and others tried to take advantage of the chaos.

Fu was carried back to the hair dye machine next year by the stylist and stared at him for several seconds.

He was suddenly taken out of the dull color, and he was not used to seeing it in front of the mirror at the moment.

"Danjin is very good for you." Someone beside him smiled: "It looks super handsome, don't worry."

The hair stylist stirred plant colorants on his hair, which tasted like bitter Chinese medicine boiled.

Fu leaned his head next year and saw thin ring sitting next to him, spreading his fingernails with nail polish.

He wore a song gown that was like a wizard in the Middle Ages, as if to hand poison apple to poor princess.

The soft brush, dipped in cherry red, landed on the slender nails and was lined with pale knuckles.

"...I help you." Fu reached out and took the vial next year.

The thin ring fits ten fingers together, and the long satin-like hair is meandering and hanging on one shoulder.

Cherry red is very suitable for him.

Bright and cute, the audience will notice at a glance.

Then it is printed in my mind, it is difficult to forget.

"There are few boys with nail polish." Fu lowered his head next year to help him apply evenly stroke by stroke. After applying it, gently blow it with a light movement.

"Are you afraid of being attacked after the show is broadcast?"

Thin ring raised his chin and smiled with bright eyes, as if many stars had fallen.

"They can't hurt me."