On this morning.
The next day's morning papers were published.
"The Voice's Nanjing auditions, hot off the press!"
"100 million title sponsorship fee: Is it worth it?"
"Public survey: Less than 50% of the public's opinion of The Voice remains positive. More than half of the industry insiders and the public are not optimistic about it!"
"Zhang Ye appeared at the Shanghai auditions yesterday to build momentum for The Voice!"
"Will The Voice be able to break the slump of the industry's talent shows?"
"The singing show market is in a serious bubble. Signs of fatigue and illness are showing! The frequent appearance of singing talent shows could be met with a heavy blow from the regulatory authorities! "
"The Voice will soon be the last straw to crush the singing talent shows?"
Various entertainment newspapers and online news outlets were all reporting and following up on The Voice of China. Even though many people did not think that The Voice would have a high viewership rating, it was still too big of a lineup and had spent too much money on it. With the addition of the Heavenly Queen, the 100 million RMB title sponsorship fee, and the label of being produced by Zhang Ye, it was naturally a hot topic and the media would be happy to report on it. There was no lack of news in the entertainment industry, but what it lacked was news like The Voice that had a lot of momentum and continuity. The appearance of The Voice could be said to have fed the lives of hundreds and thousands of media reporters — Mom no longer had to worry about us not having any news to write about!
… …
Past 7 AM.
He had just sent Chenchen to the school gates when a call came in.
It was Zhang Yuanqi. "Where's my song?"
"What song?" Zhang Ye asked reflexively.
Old Zhang: "What song are you talking about? You owe me a song. Didn't you say that you would write a theme song for The Voice? Since you've authorized me, then we're even. "
Only then did Zhang Ye remember that he had promised her a few days ago. Since he was still short of a song from Old Zhang, and The Voice also needed a theme song, he said that he might as well write a song for Old Zhang and use it as the theme song. However, he had been too busy these past few days. Yesterday morning, he had even taken a plane to Shanghai for the auditions and promotions. That afternoon, he had to rush back to pick up his child from school. With so many things to do, he had already forgotten about it. He immediately said, "Oh, oh, oh, about that, how could I forget? I've been writing songs for the past few days." He was just making it up.
Old Zhang: "Is that so?"
"That's right. How can I not be concerned about your matters?"
Old Zhang: "You've finished writing?"
"I've finished writing."
Old Zhang said, "Alright then."
Zhang Ye: "When you come to Central TV, I'll pass the score to you. After that, the four coaches can rehearse this song and use it as the opening theme for the recording."
After hanging up, he drove to Central TV.
When he arrived at the program's recording studio, he started another busy day. He was remotely controlling the auditions that had been set up in other places while directing the stage setup and the progress of the promotional videos. The promotional videos for the four coaches had already been recorded. Zhang Xia's and Chen Guang's videos were the first to be released. They were both 15 seconds long and had already been released to the market and broadcast on Central TV Department 1. Zhang Yuanqi's video was only recorded yesterday due to her busy schedule. As Old Zhang was the most famous of the coaches, this promotional video had to be released at the best time possible. All of this required Executive Director Zhang Ye to handle and plan everything here.
As for the program's executive producer, Fu Sihong?
Other than when Zhang Ye proposed the program for The Voice at the beginning and Fu Sihong adding to the chaos a few times, Fu Sihong was rarely seen at the studio after that. Central TV Department 1 had sent Fu Sihong down to supervise the program. As long as the program was on track and did not overstep the boundaries, Fu Sihong would not interfere too much. Actually, it did not matter to Zhang Ye whether he was around or not. Without Fu Sihong around, Zhang Ye could actually do whatever he wanted without any worries.
"Liu'er."
"Director Zhang, you were looking for me?"
"Have you made the voting machines?"
"We haven't ordered one yet. It's not urgent, right?"
"Although it will only be used for the finals, we can't delay it. Hurry up and get it done!"
"Understood, I'll contact them to order one immediately!"
"That's fine too. Let's see if the other program teams of Central TV have any ready-made ones. Little Zhou, Little Zhou, come over for a moment."
"Yes, Director Zhang, I'm here!"
"Central TV's 75-second advertising spot is definitely not enough. Go and contact the other media outlets, mainly the major video hosting websites, and buy a few of their advertising spots."
"Alright, I'll get it done!"
"Don't be afraid to spend money. Buy more."
"Ah? Don't we not have much money left? "
"Even if it's not much, we still have more than 10 million RMB. For other talent shows, 10 million RMB is already their entire production budget. But for us, this amount of money is just a surplus. We can buy whatever advertising spots we want, but the promotion is of utmost importance. We must get the selling point of 'The Voice' out so that the people can accept it. For this, no amount of money is too much."
"I understand, Director Zhang. Just wait for my good news!"
Zhang Ye was in charge of the overall situation, so he had to grasp every single detail.
He had been the executive director for about ten days now and was becoming more and more like a program's executive director. He was full of charisma and his words were getting more and more powerful. The tasks he assigned were also getting more and more organized. Zhang Ye himself was also growing along with the program. This executive director job was very important to him and would definitely be one of the most valuable experiences on his path to success in the future. This was something that no amount of money or popularity could exchange for.
To be able to become the executive director of a major production like Central TV Department 1 was actually one of the reasons why Zhang Ye had accepted Jiang Yuan's invitation back then. He needed this experience and knowledge. This was a way for him to recharge and lay down his foundation for the future. Although he had also been the executive producer and executive director of Zhang Ye's Talk Show in the past, it was clearly not the same. There was only Zhang Ye onstage for the talk show and the core of the program was Zhang Ye's script and performance as the host. The executive director job was just an empty title and could not be compared to a large-scale variety show like Central TV.
In a flash, it was already noon.
Zhang Ye simply ate two mouthfuls of lunch before returning to his work.
All of a sudden, Assistant Director Zhang Zuo quickly walked into The Voice's stage set located in basement two. "Director Zhang, eh? Where's Director Zhang? "
Little Wang pointed not too far away. "He's installing the chairs with the workers."
Zhang Zuo exclaimed and hurriedly ran over. "Aiyo, Director Zhang, why did you do it yourself? Just leave it to the workers."
Only then did Zhang Ye let go of the chair, but he still said to the workers worriedly, "Don't arrange the four chairs so far apart. Move them a little closer so that the coaches can hear each other without using a microphone … .Closer … .Yes, that's enough. That'll do." This fellow was a perfectionist. There was no such thing as "make do" in his dictionary, so it developed a bad habit of his. Zhang Ye always found the way others did things to be an eyesore.
Zhang Zuo said, "Director Zhang, the people over there are here."
Zhang Ye turned his head and panted, "Who's here?" He dusted his hands off.
Zhang Zuo blinked and said, "Sister Zhang and the other four coaches are here. Should I bring them over here, or would you like to go over to the television tower?"
Zhang Ye was taken aback. "Four coaches? What are they here for? "
Zhang Zuo said nervously, "You were the one who arranged for them to come. Didn't you say a few days ago that you would be writing a song and that you would be performing a song for the four coaches this afternoon? Did you forget? "
Ah?
It's today!?
Damn, I was so busy that I got confused! I was wondering why Old Zhang would call me so early in the morning to ask about the song!
Zhang Ye nearly fainted. "They're already here?"
Zhang Zuo said, "Yes, they're already here."
"How about this? Don't let them come over yet. Go and stall them for a while," Zhang Ye immediately said.
Zhang Zuo was confused. "Why? Then what should I say? "
Zhang Ye said, "Just tell them that I'm not around. Let them come over in half an hour!" Saying that, Zhang Ye left in a hurry. "Where's the music arrangement teacher? Where's the music arrangement teacher? "
Little Wang said, "He's arranging the song for the contestants."
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "Put it aside for now. Get the music arrangement teacher to look for me."
"Ah? Alright. "Seeing that Zhang Ye was anxious, Little Wang also jogged over to look for the music arrangement teacher.
...
In a recording studio.
Zhang Ye and a young music arrangement teacher came in.
"Director Zhang, why are you looking for me so urgently?" The music arrangement teacher wondered. "Are you going to rehearse the theme song? I'll arrange the song first before singing it for the four coaches? "
Zhang Ye was silent.
The music arrangement teacher said, "Then can you give me the score? Let me have a look at the song first? "
Zhang Ye was still silent.
At this moment, the music arrangement teacher finally realized something and said in surprise, "You, don't tell me you haven't written it yet? Didn't we arrange to rehearse today? "
Zhang Ye coughed and said, "It's not too late to write it now."
The music arrangement teacher nearly fainted. Damn, you really haven't written it yet?
"What kind of song do you think is suitable for this theme song?" Zhang Ye made a last-minute effort.
The music arrangement teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The four coaches are already here, right? It's too late to write it now. Actually, there are all kinds of theme songs for a talent show like this. But I personally feel that it should be a song that fits the theme best, like one that expresses one's dreams or is inspirational. That way, it can better fit the atmosphere of the talent show and highlight the contestants as well as the stage. Moreover, the song has to be positive and sunny. There shouldn't be any thoughts about life or questions. That would make it complicated and not stand out. That's about it. "
Dreams?
Stage?
Positive energy?
Contestants? Talent shows?
When Zhang Ye heard that, he nodded. "Do you have a pen and paper?"
The music arrangement teacher was taken aback. He looked around and handed it to him.
Zhang Ye immediately took a pen and started writing the lyrics on the paper. As he wrote, he said, "I'll sing it once. Help me jot down the score and come up with an arrangement."
The music arrangement teacher said in a daze, "Y-You've already thought of something?"
Holy shit!
It's only been a few seconds!
I've only just said which song would be suitable. It should have only been a few seconds or so, and you've already finished writing it? That's impossible! Even the fastest songwriters in the industry can't match your speed. Not to mention this speed, even if your speed was multiplied by a hundred times, no one could match your speed!
He did not believe it. He picked up the empty score and prepared to record it down.
The next second, Zhang Ye started singing with his loophole-ridden singing skills.
"Wanting to fly up to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
"The world is waiting for me to change it.
"Never afraid of others seeing the dreams I want to have.
"Here, I can make them come true.
"Laughing loudly, letting you and me stand shoulder to shoulder.
"Everywhere can be filled with endless joy.
"Casting aside my worries, bravely striding forward.
"I'm standing in the middle of the stage!"
The music arrangement teacher was dumbfounded. It was only a few seconds and you really managed to write it down? What the heck! Are you on steroids or something?
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