Song An-ran's eyes darted around, hoping that someone would break the awkward atmosphere.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of a musical instrument came from the living room.
Gyekyung's clear voice sounded, "An-ran, didn't you want to see me play the pipa yesterday? Come quickly. "
Song An-ran's eyes lit up. Gyekyung Augny was an angel. She immediately raised her voice and replied, "Gyekyung Augny, I'm coming."
Before she left, she patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Su Hui, don't think too much. Anyway, it's not your fault. Don't feel guilty about it. "
Su Hui nodded obediently, "Okay."
Song An-ran excitedly ran to the living room and saw Gyekyung sitting on the sofa with a pear-shaped instrument.
"Augny, is this the pipa from China?" She curiously touched the strings of the pipa and felt that they were a little hard. "It's very painful to play this."
Gyekyung lowered her head and plucked the strings twice. The sound was crisp and pleasant. "Usually, you have to wear fake nails."
"Look." She stretched out her hand in front of An-ran. Her original nails were covered with a layer of black fake nails, and the ends were wrapped with flesh-colored tape.
"Wow, that's amazing. Are you going to play this on 'Recognize Your Brother'? " Song An-ran had no resistance to people who knew how to play instruments. She looked at Gyekyung with a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Yes. What do you think? "Gyekyung was overjoyed by her sister's big eyes.
Song An-ran said from the bottom of her heart, "It's completely amazing! Augny's personal skills will definitely be better than everyone else's! "
Gyekyung casually did a round of finger movements to familiarize herself with the fingering. She had not played the pipa for a long time and felt a little rusty.
The sound of the pipa caught Song An-ran's ears. She had a flash of inspiration and thought of a background harmony that she had been unsure of in the arrangement recently. She had been influenced by Western musical instruments since she was a child, and most of her arrangements were based on orchestral music.
But today, he was attracted to China's pipa. Perhaps it would be a good idea to make a melody with the tune of a folk instrument!
"Gyekyung, Augny, I suddenly have an idea! I'm going back to my room. See you tomorrow. "
Song An-ran immediately got up and ran back to her room. The first thing he did when he entered was to pick up his most important manuscript and quickly walk to the balcony. He locked the door from the outside to prevent anyone from disturbing him.
She put on her headphones and nestled herself in the recliner. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to arrange the Eastern folk instruments into a beautiful melody.
Gyekyung was used to seeing her disappear like a gust of wind in the living room. She lowered her head and continued to practice the song she was going to play. The members all knew that once Song An-ran had an idea in her mind, she could drop what she was doing at any time and lock herself in the balcony to write the song.
As for why she chose the balcony — the members did not have a separate room. In order not to disturb her roommates, she could only occupy the balcony.
Song An-ran's arrangement was not very smooth. There were many kinds of Eastern folk instruments, and their timbres were different. The sound of each instrument was very unique, but it was difficult to blend them together.
The guzheng was transparent and bright; the chimes were melodious; the erhu was changeable; the suona's sound was even more so, and it gave her goosebumps as soon as it appeared. Each instrument was beautiful and moving, but when put together, it always seemed messy.
The sun had set, but Song An-ran still had not written what she wanted.
She bit the end of the pen and pulled her hair angrily. She still chose to get up and leave her exclusive sanctuary. This song could not be made in a day or two. The harder it was, the more valuable it was to spend time to study it. She was going to have a deeper understanding of Eastern classical music. She must make this song well.
**
On August 9, I.O.I released their first single album, 'Whatta'.
After 'Man', they finally got their first music center. The announcements floated over like snowflakes. The variety shows that the members wanted to participate in were also on.
The first stop was' One Week's Idol ', which Song An-ran was looking forward to.
There was a pure white studio on the third floor of the basement. The smooth background board shone brightly under the reflection of the light board.
Defcon opened excitedly. "This week's Idol is really … Oh … It's the girl group that I created personally."
Hyechul was stunned for a moment and reacted quickly. "Ah, that's true."
Defcon said in all seriousness, "That's right, I'm the producer of their show."
Hani understood and said, "Welcome to our national girl group, IOI, who has become a big girl group since their debut in May."
The two male hosts clapped excitedly and invited the group of people from IOI out. There were only seven members in the show because some of the members had already returned to the company to debut with the new girl group.
After a simple introduction of the new song, they entered Zhou Ou's famous segment, the 2x speed dance.
Defcon was indeed a loyal audience of 101. He found IOI's publicly recognized dance black hole the moment he arrived.
He deliberately walked past everyone in front of him and encouraged Su Hui. "Is there a problem, Su Hui?"
Song An-ran gloated at the side, smiling like a little fool.
Hyechul added, "I remember that An-ran's dancing is not good either, right?"
Song An-ran was shocked as if this was the first time she had heard such an evaluation. "Ah Ni."
"Qing Xia and I are both dancers in the team." She looked at Hyechul innocently and said seriously.
"Really?" Hyechul's pupils shook as he confirmed with Defcon uncertainly.
Defcon was also stunned. An-ran's self-righteous look made him doubt his memory. He pushed his sunglasses up and turned to confirm with the members.
Defcon: "Is Enron Xi really a dancer in the team?"
Teru jumped out without hesitation. "Of course, Oppa didn't watch the show, right? Enron Oni's dancing is very good. "The rest of the members nodded in agreement.
Defcon and Hyechul looked at each other in disbelief.
Defcon: "Then let's enter our 2x speed dance. Let's see how An-ran's dancing is."
Hyechul used two fingers to represent his eyes and made them look like they were protruding. "Su Hui and An-ran, we will keep an eye on you."
Song Anran had a casual look on his face, looking very confident. However, her aura collapsed the moment the music started.
"Ah, that's too fast!"
Hyechul saw how flustered she was and shouted excitedly, "An-ran, aren't you the dance partner? Hurry up and move. "
Song An-ran was so busy dancing that she didn't hear anyone talking to her. She used all her energy to dance. Before she finished one move, she had to change to the next one. After she finished dancing, she felt like she had run a 1000 meter race.
Defcon: "Enron Xi, didn't you say you were dancing very well? Why do I think you're just so-so? "
Song An-ran was panting, but she still calmly ran her fingers through her hair. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "I didn't perform well."
Defcon didn't expose her. He pretended to agree and said, "Ah, I see. Next up is our random dance. Enron Xi, you have to perform well. "
Song An-ran nodded and looked at the camera coldly. "I'll be serious from now on."
Hyechul covered his face with his script, as if he was feeling shy for her. Under Song Anran's confident expression, the subtitle group put the words "Another fake idol" in big font.
As it turned out, a fake could only be a fake.
During the random dance, Song An-ran kept stealing glances at the others. Actually, they didn't have many songs, but the random part wasn't fixed, so they had to keep changing their formation.
Song An-ran had just dangerously passed the "Pick"
Me. The next second, the song Dream.
Girl "made her panic again. She made a few random movements on the spot, trying to escape the covetous eyes of the people next to her. Zhao Mi, who was behind her, suddenly gave her a push to return to her correct position.
Song Anran quickly pretended to be calm as he moved and gestured, returning to his normal position.
The host next to her laughed uncontrollably. Looking at her dignified expression, he was merciful and let her go.
Next, Song An-ran successfully muddled through with the host turning a blind eye. However, the members kept making mistakes. Their prizes shrank from Han Niu to red bean shaved ice. However, the few easily satisfied children were still very happy.
Defcon, who had been going easy on Song An-ran, finally seized the opportunity. "Enron Xi, are you really a dancer?"
Song An-ran had used up all her shamelessness. When she heard that Defcon had no intention of letting her go, she quickly hid behind Qing Xia and said timidly, "Annie, Qing Xia is Augny."
Hyechul said grandly, "No, you're making it seem like we're bullying you. Didn't you say so? "
The members burst into laughter.
Defcon said unrelentingly, "Then let's invite An-ran to perform a solo dance to show her true dancing skills."
Song An-ran had no choice but to be pushed in front of everyone. She waited helplessly for the director to play the song.
"My blood, sweat, and tears."
When she heard Song An-ran, she was stunned for a second. Her first reaction was that it sounded so familiar.
Isn't this a bulletproof song? I know it! Song An-ran quickly came back to her senses. She looked like she had everything under control.
She lay on the ground and bent her legs as if she was going to do sit-ups.
Everyone looked at her movements in confusion. What kind of dance was this? Hyechul had seen many stages of blood, sweat, and tears. He felt a little uneasy about Song An-ran's movements.
"My last dance."
Under Nguyen Hang's low voice, Song An-ran slowly moved up. Hyechul, who reacted the fastest, immediately ran in front of her to block the camera.
"Ah! Ah! No, no. "
The members came back to their senses and surrounded her in a panic to block her.
Song An-ran's simple movement caused a collective panic on the third floor of the basement. She didn't understand what was going on. She looked at everyone's reaction in confusion, looking very innocent.
Defcon pulled her up from the ground and held her shoulders as they bowed to the camera.
"Friends in the audience, I'm sorry. Fans of Bulletproof, I'm sorry. "
Song Anran looked at the camera with a dumbfounded expression. She felt that her dance should have brought a burden to everyone, so she obediently apologized.
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