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Fang Zhao had listened to his vocal practice and guessed he was preparing for a chorus.
Noticing Fang Zhao's approach, the person who had been practicing intermittently stopped. Realizing that he was Fang Zhao's target, he immediately became nervous.
"S-s-sorry, did I s-s-s-s-disturb you?" the guy stammered.
"No, keep practicing. I'm just listening." Fang Zhao sat down on a chair in the corner. There was no one else around anyway. Everyone was avoiding him, so there was no one sitting on the chair.
The guy scratched his head hesitantly. He looked at Fang Zhao, then at the people around him. He opened his mouth but couldn't sing. He felt like there were too many eyes on him. He was too nervous and a little scared. What if he really opened his mouth and scared them? Would they chase him out?
After some thought, the guy simply walked to the side and sat down. He would rest for a while and wait for the people around him to divert their attention before singing again.
"What's your name?" Fang Zhao asked. "Are you singing in a chorus recently?"
"A chorus at Silver Wing is in need of people. I came to try my luck." The guy clutched his glass nervously. "My name is Pang Pusong. Does it sound like a song? Haha... "
Pang Pusong laughed dryly to ease his nerves, but after laughing, he felt even more nervous. He wondered if the guy was going to chase him out.
"My name is Fang Zhao," Pang Pusong heard the guy say. "I'm a producer for a virtual idol project at Silver Wing."
A producer! One look and you can tell he's a big shot!
Pang Pusong immediately felt a deep sense of respect. The guy looked about the same age as him and was already a producer. No wonder he had such a strong aura.
"I'm looking for a voice source. I heard your vocal practice and thought it was suitable. But I want to hear it again. Sing that part again. You don't have to hold back. Put away what you did during the chorus. Sing like you usually sing, "Fang Zhao said.
Pang Pusong felt like he had been hit by a giant pie. His head was a little dizzy. He wondered if he had heard wrong. "Sing it again?"
"Yes, the part you just practiced. Don't worry about anything else," Fang Zhao said patiently.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Pang Pusong put down the cup and stood up to sing. He didn't put down the cup properly and it almost rolled to the ground. He didn't even look at it. His face was as serious as if he was going to the battlefield.
Pang Pusong was a little hesitant under the attentive gazes around him. He cleared his throat and did not speak.
"Just keep singing. Why are you looking at them?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Yes!" Pang Pusong collected his thoughts. He had come here today to fight for a spot in the chorus. The interview was scheduled for 4 p.m. His uncle had asked a friend to get him a pass to Silver Wing's public rehearsal area. He had practiced there before the interview. He had not expected to come across such a good opportunity. In comparison, a voice was more important than a chorus. It was like the difference between a main character and a supporting character.
Pang Pusong tried his best to ignore the attention around him and let go of his worries. He began to repeat the part he had practiced before.
At first, she was still a little restrained, but after two lines, she didn't hold back anymore.
Several singers wearing earplugs were practicing with the accompaniment of the earplugs, but after singing for a while, they couldn't sing anymore. They frowned, turned off the sound of the earplugs, and shouted at Pang Pusong, "If you want to sing, go outside and sing. We don't welcome you here!"
"Yeah, we don't welcome you here!"
"Why don't you ask Fang Zhao to bring you downstairs?"
"Exactly. If you have the guts, follow Fang Zhao downstairs. You can sing however you want downstairs," the crowd jeered.
This time, Pang Pusong was really scared out of his wits. He stared blankly at Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao didn't care about the criticism around him. Instead, he smiled. He was in a good mood.
"This is a public rehearsal area. That means everyone can sing as much as they want. You can't concentrate and you're blaming others? If you have the guts, why don't you go to the solo rehearsal area? " Fang Zhao casually glanced at the few people criticizing him and didn't say anything else. He couldn't be bothered with people he didn't care about. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong was everywhere.
Pointing at Pang Pusong, Fang Zhao said, "You, follow me."
Pang Pusong was like a lost primary school student. He shrunk his already short neck and followed Fang Zhao out of the public rehearsal area.
Someone watched Fang Zhao's back and sneered. "Tsk, he really thinks he's a big shot!"
"Fang Zhao is here to find a voice, right?"
"Definitely. Heh, I wouldn't go even if he begged me."
"He's just bluffing those who don't know what's going on. Look at that idiot just now. He was still smiling when he left. "
…
After leaving the public rehearsal area, Fang Zhao led Pang Pusong to his office on the 50th floor. He asked Pang Pusong if he had any other plans for the time being. If he didn't, he wanted to arrange for a voice as soon as possible.
"Nope! Nothing for the time being! "Pang Pusong couldn't help but shift to the edge of his chair. He sat up straight nervously and waited for Fang Zhao to continue.
"Here's a contract. Take a look." Fang Zhao pulled up the contract from the microcomputer on his desk. These were all templates he had used in the past. He could use them directly with a few modifications.
Pang Pusong read the contract seriously and didn't find anything inappropriate. He nodded his head in agreement.
Although it was still a temporary partnership and not an official Silver Wing employee, Pang Pusong was so excited that he wanted to jump in joy. After signing the contract, he felt like he was floating on a cloud.
He didn't have the appearance to stand in front of the camera, so he had to work behind the scenes. But behind-the-scenes work was divided into primary and secondary. In the past, he'd shared the secondary duties with others. This was his first time signing a solo assignment. He was the star of the show.
"I'll report your information to the higher-ups. I'll let you know when the permit is ready," Fang Zhao said.
"Al … al … Okay! Thank you! Thank you! " Pang Pusong wanted nothing more than to bow to Fang Zhao. He was so excited on his way out that he bumped into the door.
Fang Zhao shook his head. "Forget it. I'll go down with you. I need to look for someone downstairs."
Fang Zhao wanted to look for Du Ang, but he had to escort Pang Pusong downstairs first. Pang Pusong was still in a daze. If something happened to him, where would he find a suitable voice in a short time?
As he stepped out of Silver Wing Tower, he saw a fleet of cars flying overhead.
Unlike small employees like Fang Zhao and the others, the big-name celebrities worked on higher floors. There were also special parking spaces on the floors, so Fang Zhao didn't get to see them most of the time. That was because they took flying cars directly to their floors.
Judging by the cars, they went straight to buildings over 100 floors. They were probably the company's biggest names.
"If I could reach their level, I'd die with no regrets," Pang Pusong said enviously, craning his short neck to look up at the sky.
Fang Zhao just smiled. "Who knows what the future holds."
Fang Zhao watched Pang Pusong wait at the bus stop. As he walked into the building, he could hear Pang Pusong excitedly telling his mother the good news.
"Hello, Mom … Yes, yes, I came to Silver Wing to practice my voice today … Yes, I used the card my uncle gave me to get in. I didn't cause any trouble, really. I sang at a very low volume, so it didn't affect anyone. But … Hey, calm down. Let me finish. Don't think every turn of events is bad news … I signed a contract today … Yes, I have a contract. It's an internal Silver Wing project … It's not a duet, just a solo performance. A producer for a Silver Wing virtual idol project asked me to be the voice."
It was like an extra had suddenly been cast as the main character. Even if it was just a small production, wasn't he still the main character? For someone who had played extra roles since he was a kid, this was a milestone in his life.
After Fang Zhao entered the building, he told Du Ang about Pang Pusong's entry pass, then went to the 50th floor to check on Zu Wen's progress.
When Pang Pusong had arrived, Zu Wen had been cooped up in his studio. When he heard Fang Zhao say Pang Pusong had signed the contract, he reflexively said, "Is he stupid?"
When he saw Fang Zhao look over, he quickly corrected himself. "No, I mean, he's a really good guy." The contract didn't specify how long it would last. If it was too long, wouldn't it take a year? Zu Wen thought Pang Pusong was too young and too gullible.
But speaking of the voice source, Zu Wen's curiosity was piqued. "There are so many people in the public practice area. Why did you pick him?"
Fang Zhao thought about it and didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you know what 'momentum' is?"
Zu Wen shook his head. Even when he was on the virtual idol project team, he had never heard of it.
"'Momentum' is formless and intangible. It can exist in absolute silence and give people a sense of anxiety. It can also exist in sound and evoke feelings of fear, sadness, joy, excitement, and so on. For a singer, singing isn't just about following the tune. They also have to adjust certain elements of the voice to maximize the audience's interest and affect their psyche. That's the power of 'momentum,' "Fang Zhao explained.
"It's like singing the same song. Some people sing it better and others forget it after hearing it," Zu Wen said.
"That's right. That's also a technique. When the voice changes, it releases the hidden 'momentum.' It affects the audience's senses and emotions, shocking them to the core. However, some people innately don't need to utilize any other methods to be able to emit Force that's even stronger than others. "
"You mean the kid we signed?"
"Yep. It's just that 'momentum' isn't easy to control in a chorus. That's why he suppresses his unique momentum when he practices. He tries his best to be in tune with the others and make himself look like everyone else. He felt that there was a monster sleeping in his voice. This monster made him different from other people. It would disturb others when he sang in chorus, and it would cause rejection when he practiced his voice. It hindered him in every way, so he had been suppressing it. But he doesn't know that it's a hidden force that can affect the entire situation! That's not a monster. That's a gift. "
Zu Wen scratched the goosebumps on his arms. He had the feeling that it was a monster!
But on second thought, one was a voice monster and the other was a virtual tree monster. What a great combination!
A monster dubbing a monster. Perfect timing. He even started to look forward to it.
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