During the shoot, the cameraman was huddled in a corner, hugging the gaming helmet and adjusting the camera angle with his personal terminal.
Fang Zhao sat there and wrote. The cameraman had thought that Fang Zhao was just putting on an act to go along with the shoot. He even thought to himself, As expected of someone who starred in "Founding Era." His acting skills are awesome.
But gradually, the cameraman realized that Fang Zhao was really writing something. He was curious, but he didn't dare zoom in. Most artists didn't like people peeking at them when they were composing.
When it was about time to end the shoot, the cameraman switched off the camera and cautiously shuffled around. He was wary of Curly Hair and craned his neck to take a peek.
The open notebook on the desk was filled with words and symbols, but he couldn't understand any of them.
He couldn't understand a single word.
The cameraman chuckled awkwardly before reluctantly putting down the gaming helmet and leaving with his equipment.
On the way back to the television station headquarters, the cameraman shared his mood with his colleagues.
"Fang Zhao's dog is very fierce!"
"Isn't his dog a puppy?" a colleague asked.
"It's a puppy. Now I know. The smaller a dog, the fiercer it is!"
"Maybe it's repulsive. Did it bite you?"
"No, but there's a saying from the Old Era that makes sense. 'A dog that bites doesn't bark.' It didn't bark, so it must be the biting type. It kept staring at me with a scary gaze. I think if Fang Zhao wasn't there, it might have bitten me. "
"Hahaha, then were you on tenterhooks during the shoot?"
"Yeah. Luckily, there was a limited edition gaming helmet to comfort me. Hehehe."
While the cameraman was chatting with his colleagues about the limited edition gaming helmet, Curly Hair had already hidden the helmet in his mouth.
Nanfeng saw Curly Hair hide the gaming helmet and asked Fang Zhao, "Boss, Curly Hair likes gaming helmets?"
"Mmhm." Fang Zhao closed the notebook filled with words and symbols but didn't put it away. Instead, he left it on the desk. He would continue editing at night. He had watched some video footage that the documentary team had collected and was very inspired.
Seeing that Fang Zhao had no intention of continuing to talk about the gaming helmet, Nanfeng didn't continue asking. Instead, he started talking about the arrangements for the award ceremony.
"Boss, have you really decided to wear that outfit on the red carpet?"
In Nanfeng's opinion, the outfit Fang Zhao had chosen was too ordinary. There was nothing special about it. He had watched many ceremonies. Some celebrities seemed to be low-key, but after careful observation, one would realize that it was actually another form of luxury. To put it bluntly, it was a hidden pretense.
The celebrities attending the gala wouldn't really wear ordinary clothes. It was such a good opportunity to show their faces. With so many people, if they didn't wear something special and create some hype, how could they increase their popularity?
However, this time, Fang Zhao was not going to participate in those entertainment type of ceremonies. It was too high-class, and there were too few references online. Fang Zhao was unsure, so he could only reconfirm with Fang Zhao.
"The Galaxy Awards ceremony doesn't have a red carpet," Fang Zhao said.
In the words of a big shot in the art world, "They don't need the red carpet to shine."
The people from the Academy were not particular about that, and they were not very willing to do those pompous fashion shows. They always felt that those kinds of shows had a strong commercial nature.
"No … no red carpet?" Nanfeng was a little disappointed, but he quickly perked up. This was a new kind of professional experience, and he had to treat it with caution.
Yan Biao and Zuo Yu still had bodyguard training, but Nanfeng didn't have to. He had rented an apartment on campus. The closer he was to his boss, the better. If his boss called, he would be there as fast as he could. This way, he would be more efficient and wouldn't disturb his boss's private life.
After dinner, Fang Zhao revised the song he had composed that afternoon.
The fact that the four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series had become humanity's stepping stone to the Hull virus's cure was indeed a fortuitous event.
Fate was a mysterious thing. Even Fang Zhao, who had experienced the 100-Year Period of Destruction firsthand, had not expected such a pleasant surprise.
From a musical art perspective, the Galaxy Awards committee had made a special exception for Fang Zhao because they wanted to tell everyone that music wasn't just a pastime or a form of entertainment. It could also save the world.
At 11 p.m., Fang Zhao sent the revised work to the director of the documentary on the Hull virus.
After the interview, the director had chatted with Fang Zhao for a while. He had shown Fang Zhao the real-life footage of the Hull virus victims.
As they chatted, the director jokingly asked Fang Zhao, "How about you compose another song? I'll put it in the film for you. "
"Sure," Fang Zhao replied.
As Fang Zhao was sending the score, the director of the Hull virus documentary was video-chatting with a friend he had worked with for many years.
"The director wants to focus on promoting the documentary. The cure for the Hull virus is a matter that benefits all of humanity. It's a rare topic, so of course we can't let it slip by. The production needs to be perfect. As for the soundtrack, we'll have to trouble you, Old Jo. "
Everyone in the industry knew that a good soundtrack, a good fit with the film, and a strong appeal, would add a lot of color to the film.
The "Old Jo" the director mentioned was a famous musician and soundtrack composer. He was in his 80s. In the New Era, where lifespans had doubled, he was still in the prime of his life and at the peak of his career.
Old Jo had an accurate understanding of a scene and could help the director tell a good story. Now that he had a team of his own, he could book the next project.
Old Jo had secured the soundtrack for the documentary. He had already proven that his team was capable of pulling off an important project.
As they were chatting, the director received an email notification.
The team had sent people to every continent. There were time differences. It might be late at night here, but it might be noon in other continents. He didn't dare be sloppy during production. He didn't dare ignore a single email.
So when he heard about the encrypted email, the director quickly opened it.
"Eh?" The director was surprised when he saw the sender.
"What's up?" Old Jo asked.
"A scanned copy of a handwritten score." The director didn't say who had sent it. "But the score is a little complicated. It's a little different from the ones I've received before. It's too detailed."
"Score? Send me a copy. "Old Jo's interest had been piqued.
Because they had worked together for many years, the director trusted Old Jo's character. He wouldn't harbor any ill intentions toward someone else's work. Without further ado, the director masked the name on the scanned manuscript and sent it over.
"I don't understand a few of the symbols. I'm not a music major. Can you take a look and see how it is?" The director shook his head inwardly. Young people indeed. They're so quick to produce a song after hearing that it could be included in the film. They're too eager.
Old Jo would also help to keep an eye on things to prevent the production team from being cheated. Many music works nowadays were said to be composed by masters, but in reality, they were just for the apprentices to practice. The masters would then edit a draft and sell it for a high price. It was just that those could fool laymen, but not experienced people like them.
After receiving the manuscript, Old Jo glanced at the name of the composer. Seeing that the author's name was masked, he smiled casually. "I don't need to mask the author's name. I'm not trying to brag, but at our level, we can easily tell whose work it is. Even if we can't guess the author's name, we can still guess who the composer is. That's why many music academies don't take exams anonymously … "
The director cut himself a piece of watermelon and munched on it as he waited for Old Jo to continue bragging. But after a while, when he was almost done with the watermelon, he realized that Old Jo had nothing else to say. He looked up and his heart skipped a beat.
The smile on Old Jo's face had completely disappeared.
"Old Jo?" the director called out.
On the other end of the video call, Old Jo raised his eyebrows and looked over coldly, his voice laced with anger. "We've worked together for at least twenty years, if not thirty."
"What's wrong?" The director was even more puzzled by Old Jo's reaction.
"You agreed to let our team handle the entire project. Why are you still looking for outside help?!"
"I didn't!" The director was confused.
Old Jo's expression darkened. "Then what's with this manuscript? Don't tell me it wasn't written for the documentary! "
"You can even see that?" The director was astonished. He raised his hand and explained, "Fine, I'll admit it. This is a piece written by a young friend for our documentary. It's a token of his sincerity. It's not considered outside help."
Not only did this explanation not ease Old Jo's mind, but he was also shaking with anger. His voice suddenly rose. "You're still lying to me! A young friend? This quality, this standard, this intensity, this emotional rendering … A young friend? Go and find one for me! "
From Old Jo's point of view, the composer in front of him needed at least a few decades of experience and skill to come up with such a manuscript. And one that was especially talented!
The director was taken aback by Old Jo's sudden outburst of anger. He opened the email and showed Old Jo the sender and an image of the manuscript. He circled the composer's name. "Here, take a look. It's Fang Zhao. The one I interviewed today. You should have heard of him."
Old Jo stared at the composer's name on the image in silence.
If it had been anyone else, Old Jo would definitely have suspected that the other party had hired a ghostwriter. But Fang Zhao?
He had been personally invited by Mo Lang, a treasured grandmaster. He had entered HuangArt's "Twelve Tones" advanced course before the age of 30. He had won this year's Supernova Award for the four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series. As for finding a ghostwriter?
The director asked, "Fang Zhao is only in his twenties. Compared to us, he's a young kid, right?"
Old Jo felt his face burn. "Fang Zhao … Fang Zhao is a special case. His talent has already surpassed his age."
The director understood what Old Jo was getting at. "From what you've said, it sounds like the quality of this manuscript is quite high."
"It's high! If you only look at the quality, you'll have to spend a lot of money to buy it. "
The director was amused. "It's free. He said he's giving it to us. His only request is that we don't make any changes. We have to follow his script during recording."
"You still want to change it??" Old Jo glared. "Don't ruin a good piece of work!"
"No changes! Don't change a single detail! Just follow this script! " The director felt that he had gotten the better end of the deal. This would save him a lot of money. Given Fang Zhao's current commercial value, he couldn't bear to spend extra. He hadn't expected that Fang Zhao would take his joke seriously.
Sigh, let's show more clips of Fang Zhao in the documentary. The director thought to himself.
Then the director thought that they could use this incident to promote their work. Who knows, a master-level composer might even come over to "donate" his work.
The director couldn't help but smile like a fox that had just stolen a chicken leg.
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