Xue Jing had once told Fang Zhao that symphonic structures in the music world of the New Era were a little high and few in number. They were different from popular and common music styles. The public's acceptance of them was not high, so not many people studied them. Most of them dabbled in electronic music.
Fang Zhao's appearance had perfectly fused symphonic and electronic music. Even though it had not become truly popular, at least there were more people who could accept it.
On a global scale, Fang Zhao was not the only one who could perfectly fuse symphonic and electronic music, but he was the only one who had made a name for himself and was willing to share it unreservedly.
This was also the reason "New Voices in Symphonic Composition" had become so popular even before it was officially released. This kind of situation was really rare. Only spending a little money and you could learn the knowledge you wanted. No one would let go of this opportunity.
In the past, even if there were people who wanted to learn, they would shrink back because of the "high requirements" and "difficult to understand" and other reasons. But now, people who were interested could first follow the explanations in the book and the shared experiences to explore. Interest was the foundation of everything.
Although music software could synthesize a lot of sounds, more people were still willing to use the traditional method to record. They would hire an orchestra in a professional recording studio. They could listen to the music and feel the details, find some parts that needed to be changed, and make last-minute changes. It seemed that in such an atmosphere, it was easier to be inspired. This was probably "popularity." Because when the orchestra members played according to the written score, they incorporated their own emotions. This was something that could touch the nerves of the composer.
Muzhou could be said to be the continent that used symphonic genres the least. Just like what the student had said, in the past, the recording studios for symphonic styles were often empty and even used to record other kinds of music at the last minute. But now, even if you booked a day in advance, you still had to line up.
If Muzhou was like this, what would the other continents be like?
While Fang Zhao was deep in thought, a few more people came in.
One of them glanced at the hall and grumbled, "There are too many people. The general manager of Odd Music seems to be planning to add a symphonic recording studio. I just don't know when it will be ready."
The person beside him took off his earphones, his eyes filled with anticipation. "I feel that the piece I composed this time will be very successful. I made a demo on my home music software. It sounds pretty good. Who knows, maybe I will become popular! Perhaps he can be like Fang Zhao and be fancied by Fiery Bird? "
Everyone wanted to be the second Fang Zhao. Young musicians paid attention to Fang Zhao for two reasons. One was Fang Zhao's talent and achievements, and the other was the most direct reason: profits.
Artists were also human. Other than some "lunatics," the majority of them were just ordinary people, and they were also greedy. Seeing that Fang Zhao had earned a lot from those symphonic movements, even receiving an invitation from Fiery Bird, and gaining both fame and fortune, who wouldn't be tempted?
They were all the same age, they all played music, and they all came from famous schools in various continents. If Fang Zhao could do it, why couldn't they?
Therefore, more and more people went to try and challenge it. As a result, the symphonic recording studios of the better recording companies in Qingcheng were almost full every day. The good orchestras had to work overtime every day, and the more famous orchestras had to book a few days in advance.
Fang Zhao glanced at the few youngsters who had just entered, retracted his gaze, and looked at the time. The estimated time given by Wheat Dish Studio, which was in front of him, was 1 p.m., but it was already past 1: 10 p.m., and there was no explanation for exceeding the time limit.
Upstairs, the people from Wheat Dish Studio were also very unhappy. Their recording had not gone smoothly, not because of the orchestra's performance, but because the music they had recorded was different from what they had expected.
Wheat Dish Studio had been established by three fourth-year students from Muzhou Music Academy. It had just been established, and other than the three of them, the rest of the studio were temporary juniors.
"Something isn't right!" A fashionably dressed youngster looked at the score he had personally written, his face full of distress. "Ding Xiaotao, how do you think we should change this?"
Beside him, a short-haired girl was leaning back in her chair, her legs propped up on the control panel. She was looking up at the ceiling. Hearing her companion's words, she took a deep breath and sighed. "Let's go back and properly change it."
"No way! I feel like I'm just lacking a little bit, but I just can't find the problem. Let the orchestra play it again, and maybe I'll know the answer. "That youngster refused to give up.
In the past, when they had played electronic music, it had not been the traditional music style of Muzhou because they had felt that people who played electronic music were cool. Later, after watching more blockbusters, they had felt that the shocking background music was pretty cool, so they had switched to it. However, they had not been able to achieve much. They had originally planned to return to pure electronic music, but the birth of "New Voices in Symphonic Composition" had given them hope again. After the three of them had shut themselves away for a period of time, they had come here to record the results of their seclusion. But reality had slapped them in the face, and their burning passion had been doused with a basin of ice water.
"It clearly feels like this place should be very harmonious, but why does it sound so wrong?" Another youngster was also at a loss. He looked at his tattooed arm and fidgeted as he studied the new tattoo on his arm.
"Shi Duo, go and see who's behind us. If it's not anyone important, go and tell them to continue waiting, or go and queue for other recording studios. We'll extend this for another two hours. I feel like I've found some inspiration. We'll do it again later. You go and find someone first, and I'll change the score. "
"Jiang Hang, this is the third time you've said this today." The tattooed man got up unwillingly. His uncle was an executive at Odd Music Company, so he could take a "shortcut" for some small matters.
Normal clients could not see the background or detailed information of the person behind them. The public information on the internet was only left by the person who had made the reservation. The people at Wheat Dish Studio could only see that the person behind them had given a "personal application." They could not see anything else.
The tattooed man went to find someone to check the information of the person behind them.
"Oh, Little Duo is here?" The person in charge of Odd Music's technical department did not need to raise his head to know who had arrived from a glance at the tattooed arm.
Shi Duo's nickname was Duo. When he had grown up, Shi Duo had always felt that every time he heard people call him by that name, it was like calling a dog. He had stopped letting people call him that, and now, only familiar people would call him that.
"Uncle Willie, are you busy?" Shi Duo laughed as he walked in.
"Tell me, what do you want to check this time? Your studio has exceeded the time limit. " There was no blame in Willie's tone. Exceeding the time limit was actually not a big deal. All he had to do was apologize to the person behind him and pay some money.
"I want to see who is behind us. I want to talk to him and get him to wait a little longer or queue up at another recording studio," Shi Duo said.
Willie understood. Shi Duo wanted to know the other party's identity and more detailed information.
"Let me see. The person behind you in the queue... is booked by an outsider," Willie said. Willy said, "It's better if they're not from this continent. Don't worry about people from other continents. Locals come first. Just let them queue for another recording studio. However, this name sounds familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere before."
"Is he famous? What's his name? "Shi Duo asked.
"Fang Zhao."
"Fang... Fang Zhao?!"
Shi Duo did not care if it was against the rules or not. He rushed over and pushed Willie aside. He squeezed in front of the screen and carefully looked at the information and picture of the person who had made the reservation.
"Do you know this person?" Willie asked.
Shi Duo took a deep breath and took a closer look. After making sure he was not mistaken, he said, "Can I see the surveillance in the lobby?"
"That won't do!" Willie shook his head. According to company rules, other than the technicians in the control room, no one else was allowed to view the surveillance. This was an invasion of privacy. The nature of the company meant that they were stricter in this area. If not for the fact that Shi Duo had a senior executive backing him, Willie would not have agreed to help.
"Hey, you still haven't said who Fang Zhao is?" Willie asked.
Shi Duo did not bother replying. He turned and rushed out, all the way to the lobby. He ran too fast and had to stop suddenly. The friction between the soles of his shoes and the floor produced a sharp screech.
The ear-piercing screech made many people in the lobby look over, including Fang Zhao.
Shi Duo scanned the lobby. His gaze paused on Fang Zhao for a moment, then he turned and ran, straight up the stairs and into the recording studio.
"Guess who's behind us in the queue! Guess who I just saw!! "Shi Duo was practically shouting excitedly.
Jiang Hang and Ding Xiaotao were discussing where they had gone wrong with the arrangement, but after being yelled at by Shi Duo, they were scared out of their wits. The two of them glared at Shi Duo as if they wanted to skin him alive.
Shi Duo, who had rushed into the recording studio, did not seem to care. He continued excitedly, "Fang Zhao! That Fang Zhao! "
"Which... which Fang Zhao?" Jiang Hang and Ding Xiaotao both stuttered.
Shi Duo picked up the copy of "New Voices in Symphonic Composition" and forcefully pointed at the name of the deputy editor on the cover. "This one!"
Jiang Hang and Ding Xiaotao looked at each other and ran out at the same time. The light was right in front of them, yet they were still blindly searching!
Shi Duo also followed them out. He did not forget to show off in his friend group. "Today, I met a living Fang Zhao!"
Elsewhere in Qingcheng, in a certain student dormitory at Muzhou Music Academy.
"The f * ck! Fang Zhao came to Muzhou! "
"Who did you say?!"
"Fang Zhao really came to Muzhou?"
"Shi Duo said in the group. They met during the recording at Odd Music!"
"Let's go to Odd Music!"
"All of you are going? I still have elective classes for the next two periods. What do I do? "
"Skip class!"
In a certain classroom in the teaching block.
The music arrangement teacher walked into the classroom and realized that less than a third of the students were seated. He was puzzled. This time, there were not that many people who had applied for long-distance classes, and he had not received any requests for leave.
"Where are they? There are so many people. Where did they go? "the music arrangement teacher asked.
"Teacher, they all skipped class to see Fang Zhao," a student replied.
"Outrageous! Even idol-chasing can't... Who?! Who do you think they went to see?! "The music arrangement teacher was stunned.
"They said they went to see Fang Zhao. That's him, the deputy editor of 'New Voices in Symphonic Composition' that has been very popular recently."
"... Fang Zhao came? Where? "the music arrangement teacher asked.
"Odd Music's recording building. Apparently, someone from our school encountered him while recording there."
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