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This time, Silver Wing Media directly signed 10 interns. Among them, three were classmates of the original owner of the body. They graduated from the ace major at Qi'an Academy of Music. Being able to be signed in advance showed that they were very capable. The competition was fierce.
Fang Zhao stopped watching and started pondering his next move.
There were less than ten days left. What should he do?
After suffering a series of heavy blows, the original owner, who had already racked his brains, was unable to come up with a good countermeasure under the pressure of the upcoming rookie competition.
Barely put together a result and hand it over? He would definitely be eliminated.
If he really did that, not only would the original owner's pride not allow it, but Silver Wing Media would also mercilessly kick him out, and his internship would come to an end.
Being kicked out by Silver Wing Media was tantamount to a career black mark. This would bring even more difficulties to his future music career.
"Rookie Competition …"
Fang Zhao searched through his memories for any information about the music industry's new talent competition. The way the music industry operated was very different from the way companies operated before the apocalypse. Fang Zhao had to adapt to the new situation, and he had to consider the audience's preferences when composing.
There was also a generation gap in "fashion". Hundreds of years had passed since the apocalypse. Nowadays, there were new instruments and synthesized sounds that dazzled the eye. The public had different ideologies, and their preferences were different from the world Fang Zhao had come from.
Although Fang Zhao wanted to ignore everything and just follow his old habits and preferences, given his current situation, if he failed, he would have to wander the streets.
Artists were also human beings. Clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all difficult problems for them.
Fang Zhao sat in the corner of the room, closed his eyes, and pondered.
Thinking of something, Fang Zhao pulled open a drawer at the side and took out a notebook.
While many people liked to record things with their wristbands, the original owner liked to write down important things on paper.
These were all the records of the original owner of the body for the past six months. The first half contained highlights from his internship at Silver Wing, and the second half contained the works he had prepared for the new talent competition. Looking at the time, the original owner had started preparing for the Newbie Competition a long time ago.
On the three completed works, there were deep scratches made with a pen. Several pages of the paper were torn, showing the strength the original owner used when he held the pen. It was an expression of disappointment, anger, and despair when he found out that the three works had been stolen. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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However, the original owner did not tear up the notebook. In the end, he still put it in the drawer because he could not bear to destroy it. It was the result of his hard work.
Fang Zhao took a look at the three songs that had been completed. One of them had lyrics, and the other two had not. They were probably going to send it to the company and let the songwriters finish it.
There were a few pages in the middle of the notebook that contained an unfinished song. It was composed by the original owner when he was heartbroken. He also wrote a diary, probably intending to use that diary as the lyrics for the song.
The main theme had been decided. The original owner planned to use the company's resources to produce and release the song after proving his strength in the newcomer contest. It would be even better if the company agreed to release a music video. After all, the song had a special meaning to him. It was just that she did not expect that the song would be stolen, and the song would not be released. Before the original owner committed suicide, she regretted it.
Fang Zhao looked at the unfinished song very seriously. His finger tapped on the page. "I choose you."
There was something that looked like a folding fan on a shelf in the corner. When it was pulled horizontally, a keyboard appeared. It was like a piano keyboard, and it felt good to press. This was the original owner's favorite tool when composing. The quality was not top-notch, but it was definitely not shoddy either.
This was the first time Fang Zhao had come into contact with this. At first, he was a little rusty, but as his brain absorbed the memories, his hands became smoother and smoother.
Fang Zhao also tried out a few of his old compositions, but they were incomplete and incomplete. Fang Zhao committed them to memory so that he would not forget them in the future. He would perfect them after the new talent season was over. These were the treasures that had accompanied Fang Zhao through the end of days and nights. One day, Fang Zhao would make them reappear in the world.
After familiarizing himself with the tools and integrating the memories, Fang Zhao began to feel the emotions.
Fang Zhao wanted to experience the feelings of the original owner when he composed the song. Only when he felt the emotions would he be able to complete the song.
For the next few days, other than going downstairs to bask in the sun and buying food from Yue Qing's store, Fang Zhao did not leave the house. The soundproofing of the windows couldn't completely isolate the black street from the noise at night, but it didn't disrupt Fang Zhao's composing process.
Fang Zhao wasn't used to it the first two nights. Overly vigilant didn't allow him to sleep well. But on the third night, Fang Zhao was able to balance his vigilance against the noise outside. Adapting quickly was a skill honed during the end of days. Many survivors could do it.
Another afternoon, Yue Qing, the store owner, dragged his chair into the store after sunbathing. Even though the weather was getting hotter, and people who often saw the sun were preparing for it, the black street dwellers still treasured this brief sunbath. Before he entered the shop, he glanced toward the staircase and saw Fang Zhao walking the hairless dog into the staircase.
"That kid has been busy lately," Yue Qing muttered to himself.
Entering June, the competition for the new talent rankings had reached a fever pitch. Insiders who followed the rankings were discussing who would make it into the top 10 this season and which companies they belonged to.
Silver Wing executives also paid attention to the new talent rankings. Du Ang had been under a lot of pressure lately. He had to deal with inquiries from his superiors and make arrangements for his interns. Even his three assistants couldn't relax him.
All Du Ang had to do was follow the same procedures as in previous years. He supervised the composing, hired producers, recorded, uploaded, and promoted. All he had to do was give the word and a dedicated team would take care of it. But this year, Silver Wing executives seemed to have something important planned, as evidenced by the addition of 10 songwriting interns. In previous years, they only hired three to five, but this year they hired 10.
Du Ang also heard that the higher-ups had decided that if all 10 performed well and made it into the top 50, all 10 would become permanent employees. He wouldn't believe it if Silver Wing didn't want to go big.
Because of that, the pressure from above was even greater. Du Ang was exhausted from running up and down to make arrangements. Those in charge of the new talent fared better, but the managers in charge of the older staff were so stressed out that their hair was about to fall off.
But when he thought about Fang Zhao, the last of his 10 newcomers, who had yet to release a song, Du Ang felt a headache coming on.
"It's not easy leading a team." Du Ang let out a long sigh.
He had fought for ten days for the kid despite the pressure, and it was only because the higher-ups paid special attention to this year's batch of rookies that he was able to fight for more time. He just didn't know if the kid lived up to his expectations. If he couldn't come up with a satisfactory piece of work in ten days, then he could only ask him to scram.
Du Ang scrolled through the real-time rankings and stared at the top two. His eyes were about to burst into flames.
Infuriating!
The New Pioneers Chart was the first arena for newcomers to showcase their abilities. The top two spots on the chart hadn't changed in a week. They held firm and were leaving the rest of the pack in the dust. If it were anyone else, Du Ang might have thought about fighting for it and pushing his newcomers. But after those two appeared, Du Ang gave up on the idea.
On the New Pioneers Chart —
No. 1:
"Trust Me." Singer Xun Huai. Composer Xun Huai. Label Tongshan True Entertainment.
No. 2:
"Rainbow Candy." Singer Fei Lisi. Composer Fei Lisi. Label Neon Culture.
The composer and singer were the same person. That person must be really good, right?
Nope.
Those two were good, but they weren't real idols. They were virtual idols.
Real idols had to go through a lot of hardships when they debuted. Newcomers racked their brains to break into the chart, living in fear that their debut wouldn't do well. After all, their results were tied to their companies.
But virtual idols were different, especially those with an obvious purpose. The companies behind them spent a lot of money and manpower, went through a long process of preparation and internal screening before launching them. The companies behind them would also focus more resources on them. This was a benefit that real newcomers couldn't get.
Behind every virtual idol was a complete team, as well as an ambitious financial force.
How the f * ck could they be considered newcomers?
Virtual idols launched by big companies had the manpower, resources, and financial resources that other newcomers couldn't get. This year, there wasn't a single real idol that could rival them. And Silver Wing couldn't possibly focus its resources on helping newcomers compete with the two virtual idols. The company's focus was on bigger stars. In the words of a senior executive: "Take the long view. Take the big picture."
So, senior executives had decided to give up on the competition for the top two spots.
Virtual idols on the new talent chart were like bugs, gaining traction year by year. Whenever virtual idols appeared in the new talent competition, other real newcomers could only serve as stepping stones.
A Silver Wing executive had once proposed to the Global Music Association to remove virtual idols from the new talent chart, but the proposal was rejected. No one knew who leaked the news, but Silver Wing had been vilified by virtual idol fans for half a year.
Fans were furious. Virtual idols aren't idols? That's discrimination! Prejudice! Narrow-Minded! The No. 3 in Yanzhou's entertainment industry should have the breadth of mind of a No. 3. Look at what Neon Culture and Tongshan True Entertainment did. You talk too much.
Whenever Silver Wing's people thought about it, they wanted to spit blood.
Of course, people who didn't know the truth would say, "Since the top two of the Big Three are releasing virtual idols this season, Silver Wing should have released one if they weren't happy."
However, anyone with a basic understanding of the industry knew that Silver Wing was a weakling when it came to virtual idols. Every one they pushed fell, and every one of them fell. Not a single one could hold their own. All of them flopped.
Last year, the company had formed a virtual idol team. After the virtual idol they created flopped, the producer fainted in the face of undisguised mockery from Tongshan True Entertainment and Neon Culture. He was still recovering in the hospital, too ashamed to face Silver Wing's senior executives and employees. After all, he had made a military pledge, but reality had slapped him in the face. He regretted it.
Silver Wing's senior executives also regretted their decision. If they had known it was going to fail, they wouldn't have gotten involved in creating virtual idols. Now the rest of the industry was laughing at them. The money they had spent on virtual idols was enough for them to release several newcomers with potential.
The virtual idol projects Silver Wing had launched had practically all gone up in smoke. When two virtual idols appeared on this season's newcomer chart, Silver Wing's senior executives thought Tongshan True Entertainment and Neon Culture were doing it on purpose, using virtual idols to disgust Silver Wing at a time when they were planning to release a large number of newcomers.
Now that the company had given up on the idea of creating virtual idols and was focusing on promoting real idols, there was a lot of pressure on the newcomers. Putting aside the top two virtual idols on the charts, the company intended to take as many of the top ten as they could. If they could get three, Du Ang's salary would double. If they could get four, he would be promoted.
Whether it was a raise or a promotion, Du Ang was tempted.
How many of the top 10 could he get?
As he was thinking, Du Ang's bracelet beeped. He tapped it.
It was a demo that Fang Zhao had sent over.
"Oh, that's it!" Du Ang perked up.
Regardless of the quality of the samples they received, whether Fang Zhao created them on his own or with the help of others, all 10 newcomers had submitted their work. Du Ang's mission was almost complete. This was as far as he could go.
The rest was up to them.
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