This star is from the earth

In his previous life, Han Jue also watched "Singer", season after season, and somehow saw something.

He found that the biggest enemy of all singers is the audience's aesthetics. The biggest challenge is to overcome aesthetic fatigue.

Basically, whoever knows the best moves and prepares the most weapons can survive longer.

This stage is brutal. Singers who are eliminated are usually comforted by the sentence "You are already great", but this sentence actually means "You are not the best".

For Zhang Yiman, Han Jue is not too worried, he is sure that Zhang Yiman will not take a round tour at least.

Because Zhang Yiman can win the live singing competition simply by her timbre. Her innate condition is really good. The three-dimensional level of her voice and the transparency of resonance will definitely arouse the audience's admiration and amazement as soon as she speaks.

The audience is different every time, and every audience will be moved by Zhang Yiman when they hear Zhang Yiman's voice for the first time. I couldn't forget Zhang Yiman's voice when I voted.

But God will not only favor one person, and Zhang Yiman cannot say that he will be stable in the face of those god-given voices who have passed the test of the market. When the audience votes, they face several voices, fame, and feelings that they never forget. These factors will prompt the audience to vote for famous singers who are more "close" emotionally.

Therefore, song selection is very important to Zhang Yiman.

Looking for Han Jue to invite songs, you can use the quality of fresh works to give her extra points, offsetting the emotional points of senior singers.

Of course, the above are all Han Jue's own thoughts.

As for whether Zhang Yiman had the same plan, so he came to him to invite him to sing... Han Jue shook his head, putting aside this unrealistic idea.

"Hiss~ See what you mean, I have to thank you?" Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman's newly made-up words, and after she convinced her, and she still admired herself, Han Jue gasped. Cool air said in shock.

"Hey, I don't want you to give me a discount, you just need to write me a super nice song." Zhang Yiman was immersed in his own intelligence, and very understandingly asked Han Jue not to be too polite.

Han Jue shook his body. Give up arguing about who wins and who loses.

If the object of ridicule and irony is a person who lacks logic and emotional intelligence, then the person who speaks must be prepared to play the piano against the cow, do useless work, or even be misinterpreted 180 degrees.

So Han Jue calmed down, not intending to pester him whether he was really grateful, and he asked, "Does your manager know that you want to ask me for a song?"

"Sister Qin, she knows." Zhang Yiman nodded.

Then this is an official invitation song. The kind that has to be tailored. This tests the professional level of a creator. After all, the songs written for oneself may only be sung by themselves. If the songs written for others become popular, that is the real professional quality. Famous singer-songwriters in previous lives have more or less written lyrics or songs for other singers.

Zhang Yiman came to ask him to play the Guanqu because he trusted Han Jue, and it was a kind of trust in Han Jue's creative ability. Han Jue also intends to be busy with silly girls.

Although the silly girl looked very stupid just now, she said that she wanted to help Han Jue sing, and Han Jue felt her sincere desire to help him.

Zhang Yiman has been using her way to help Han Jue.

Han Jue began to analyze Zhang Yiman: "If you can sing your own song in the competition, then you have to prepare a song with more tension. "Your Eyes" is not suitable."

"Hmm!" Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue and nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling.

"What kind of songs are you good at? Rock? Jazz? Pop? Folk? Psychedelic?"

"Good at everything." Zhang Yiman thought for a while and said.

"Which do you like?"

"I like them all." Zhang Yiman laughed.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

Well, we can't talk anymore.

Han Jue can't make a hodgepodge for her.

"Let me write it first, and then you can see if you can sing it." Han Jue said helplessly.

"Can I still choose? Does it mean that there are several songs? Oh, uncle, your songs are so beautiful, what if I like them all?" Zhang Yiman seemed to have seen dozens of good songs in front of her. She chooses, she said painfully.

Even if this is a compliment to Han Jue, Han Jue doesn't intend to give any unnecessary explanations. Thinking about it, I began to think about which song to make.

"Yes!" Zhang Yiman suddenly jumped up and said, "I thought of it! Uncle! If there are too many good songs, then I will pick one first. Uncle, you will sing the other songs and post them on the Internet. Go, I'll sing on stage after you've finished singing, so it's a cover song!"

"???"

Han Jue had a question mark on his face, didn't he agree on a good song, why did his workload suddenly increase several times. When did he promise to write several poems?

"Hey, listen to me, this "Singer" competition, the more you get to the end, the more important the song selection is. They are all the same kind of songs, and the audience is easy to get tired of listening to them. Don't make trouble, be good, the song selection Things can't be decided casually." Han Jue advised Zhang Yiman to calm down.

"This question is simple. Uncle, you can make one rock song, one jazz song, and three pop songs, um... and then folk songs, oh, you have sung folk songs, so there are several styles, and the audience will not be surprised. I'll get tired!" Zhang Yiman took a sip of water after speaking, she admired herself so much.

"Well, you, you have to ask your agent. Your company won't let you mess around like this, hehe, cough." Han Jue said with a dry smile, and the last [hehe] didn't make a good laugh, and he even choked.

From an objective point of view, it is really feasible for Zhang Yiman to operate in this way, but the premise is that the most important link does not go wrong-the quality of the songs provided by Han Jue cannot be hindered.

On the stage of "Singer", the selection of songs is more and more difficult as you go, because everyone has thoroughly understood all the singing styles, and the audience knows what kind of singer you are. You have to keep showing new things to the live audience and the audience in front of the TV. Only in this way can you keep it fresh and keep the audience looking forward to you.

Presence is also important. Some singers have participated in "Singer" without leaving any impression in the hearts of the public. Participating in singing is also a dispensable background board. And some people, even if they only sing one or two songs, they rise up after singing and become very popular.

If Zhang Yiman is on stage, she can show different styles of music every time, take out different weapons, break the audience's prejudice and stereotype of her young, beautiful vase, and relying on the backstage to compete, and let her show her private Excellent music taste, let her show her hard work on the work in the off-stage shots.

Appearance, strength, sense of variety and audience popularity. When Zhang Yiman, who has all these three things together, is promoted through the top platform of "Singer", it will be strange if it is not popular.

Now there is only one problem.

All of this is based on the premise that Han Jue's works are not problematic.

There is still one and a half months left before the end of this year.

However, Han Jue's small goal is still far away.

There are 71 unread movies, 40 novels, and 7 comics.

Han Jue really felt that time was too late!

Although Han Jue intended to help, he did not intend to be so desperate to sacrifice himself for others. He decided to reason with Zhang Yiman.

One song is fine, but two at most. If he can't complete his small goals, terrible things will happen.

Han Jue said: "Teacher Zhang, it's like this, I have..."

"Those songs can just be included in an album. Sister Qin said that Uncle, one of your songs costs between 20,000 and 50,000. Uncle, I will ask Sister Qin later to see if I can add it to 100,000." One song!" Zhang Yiman waved his fist, without the slightest temperament of leading the way.

Han Jue put down the hand under the table and pinched his thigh suddenly, twisted what he wanted to say just now, and swallowed it back.

"I have... a steady stream of inspirations. Find me, the price is absolutely high, that's right." After finishing speaking, Han Jue rubbed his temples seriously. Pretend to be in a state of being unable to stop the inspiration.

There is no need for a first 100,000, if he can talk about a first 50,000, he can pay off the loan. At that time, the sea will be wide enough for fishes to leap, and the sky will be high for birds to fly.

Small goals or something, let’s make way for the ultimate goal, no rush, no rush.

Han Jue comforted himself, anyway, he was just a transfer station for some songs, and he didn't need to make perfect productions, arrangements, etc., just leave it to the professionals in this world, and he didn't need to spend too much effort.

In fact, after Han Jue gets in touch with this industry, he will find that for creators, arrangement is far more important than people understand. Some songs can even be revived by arrangement alone.

When a person does not create by himself, that person can stand at the top of aesthetics arbitrarily and dictate to all creators. But after a long time like this, people tend to become narrow-minded, so when Han Jue started to personally produce music, write songs, and arrange music, he could realize the excellence of singers and musicians in this world.

Although this China is full of heavy words rather than heavy songs, even though it is full of a large number of homogeneous and routine works, there are always people who really make music.

But his battlefield is not in music.

After completing this vote, he feels that he can watch a large number of excellent film and television works, and then inspire, devote himself to writing without being restrained, and satisfy his desire for expression at will. A balance between input and output is the coolest thing.

That wonderful world is waiting for him to end up in the adventure himself.

"Jinglingling~"

Someone's cell phone rang.

"Jinglingling~"

The phone rang for a long time but no one picked it up. Everyone looked at Han Jue, and Xia Yuan also raised his head to look at Han Jue.

"Uncle, your phone is ringing." Zhang Yiman reminded, bringing Han Jue back from fantasy to reality.

"Oh, I see." Han Jue took out his mobile phone pretending to be calm, as if he was deliberately not in a hurry to answer it.

Everyone looked away.

Pick up the phone and have a look.

The caller was from a stranger's number with no notes.

Han Jue took the mobile phone and walked outside the recording room, the phone was still ringing patiently.

"Hi, hello." Han Jue said.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no response from the other side.

Wrong type? Or phone scam?

Han Jue took it down to see that it was true that he was in a call state, but the other party just had no voice.

Just when he was about to hang up the phone, a voice came from the phone that he hadn't heard a few times but felt very familiar:

"Ah Han. I'm Xiaoxi...I'm back home."