The children were grouped according to their voices. The difference in their voices would not be too big. They would be in the same group, but it had nothing to do with their gender. At this age, the boys were far from changing their voices. It was difficult to distinguish the gender of their tender voices.
Therefore, Xi Xi, Yang Luoqi, Nan Zhaoyu, Ding Ling, and a few other children were in the same group. Chen Shiyun, Lan Xin, and a few other boys with louder voices were in the same group. There were several other groups, and each group was responsible for singing a section.
"Xi Xi, you are the group leader of your group. You have to take the lead!" Yang Yi smiled and touched his daughter's little head after Mr. Mu finished speaking.
"PaPa, what am I going to do?" Xi Xi asked with some confusion.
"I know, you have to sing!" Chen Shiyun shouted with a smile.
"That's right. Just sing. Although the recording may be boring, you have to persevere and sing well!" Yang Yi said softly, "Children, can you?"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
They agreed very actively, but he did not know if they listened.
Xi Xi's group was going to sing the first section. Yang Yi accompanied them into the recording room and asked them to stand in an arc around the professional microphone. He also helped them put on the monitoring headphones. They were going to listen to the accompaniment through the monitoring headphones.
After the children entered the recording room, their curiosity was ignited again. The things inside were different from those outside, especially the microphone. Why was there a cobweb-like thing around the butt? Why did they have to wear headphones? What was this board?
Xi Xi was not the most well-behaved girl. She asked the most questions!
Although she had come to the studio with her mother and father, and there was a small recording studio at home, she stayed outside the recording room at most. Basically, she had never entered the recording room. Therefore, she looked around curiously, pointed to the soundproof wall and said to her father, "PaPa, look, look, that wall is strange! Is it sick? "
Yang Yi finally answered these questions for them, and the little ones became very interested in the monitoring headphones on their ears.
"Hey, hey! Can you hear me? " Outside, Jin Yingming had no choice but to turn on the microphone to Chen Shiyun and the others. The little girls couldn't wait to talk to their friends inside.
"I can hear it, Chen Shiyun is calling us!" Xi Xi heard the voice from the monitoring headset and looked around in surprise. Finally, they saw Chen Shiyun and the others on the control panel outside the window.
All of a sudden, Xi Xi, Yang Luoqi, and the others waved at Chen Shiyun excitedly. However, Chen Shiyun did not respond. It was not until Jin Yingming turned on the microphone that Chen Shiyun spoke to Xi Xi and the others.
It was just like in the era when telephones were not popular yet. The children used cylindrical paper boxes, cotton threads, and small wooden sticks to make primitive telephones. This magical way of making calls made them very interesting.
However, it still wasted a lot of time. Yang Yi and the other teachers coaxed them for a long time before they calmed down a little.
Finally, they could start recording songs!
However, it was not easy to get the children to record a good song. Singing acapella was one thing, but following the accompaniment and singing the right beat was another!
Xi Xi and the others were wearing headphones and standing in front of the microphone. As soon as the prelude began to sound in their headphones, the little ones couldn't wait to sing.
"Pig, you have two holes in your nose!" Xi Xi remembered her father's words. She had to take the lead, so she was the first to sing as soon as she heard the voice in her ears.
The other children were not willing to fall behind. They scrambled to sing, and it suddenly became chaotic.
Yang Yi, who was accompanying them in the recording room, stopped them with a wry smile.
Xi Xi still didn't know that she didn't sing well! The little girl sang a song and was very excited. She looked at her father with a smile, as if she was waiting for her father to praise her.
If it were someone else, Yang Yi's tone would probably be reproach and doubt.
However, looking at Xi Xi's innocent big eyes and the other children looking at him eagerly, Yang Yi opened his mouth and his voice couldn't help but soften. "Actually, your singing is not bad. It's just that you sang a little too early."
"It's okay!" Yang Yi gave them a thumbs up and smiled. "Look at me. I'll give you a hand signal later. When you see it, you can start singing! OK？”
"Ou Kai!" The little ones happily gave Yang Yi an OK hand signal.
After trying twice, under Yang Yi's direction, they could finally start singing at the right time. However, a new problem arose!
They couldn't sing in unison! Some children reacted quickly, while others reacted slowly. This caused the voices to be uneven. It couldn't be called a chorus, but a group of demons dancing!
However, neither Yang Yi nor Jin Yingming had a good solution to this problem. They could only appease the little ones and ask them to sing a little slower. They could only try to catch up. They could only record it over and over again to hone their tacit understanding and strive to record a song in unison.
However, this was a test of the children's patience. Even if the song's lyrics were very interesting and the children loved to sing it, they couldn't stand singing a few lines over and over again!
After more than 20 minutes, Ding Ling was a little impatient.
"Uncle, is it still not enough?"
"Uncle, I don't want to sing anymore …"
The little girl's grumbling increased a lot. This mood also affected the other children.
Xi Xi had filmed movies and seen scenes of NGs over and over again. She had good patience, but she didn't know how to persuade her friends!
Especially at this time, she was the group leader. The little girl remembered that her father had told her to take care of the other children, so Xi Xi mustered up her courage and said to Ding Ling, "Little Bell, let's sing a little more. Just sing a little more!"
"No, I don't want to!" Ding Ling pouted and said unhappily.
After being rejected, Xi Xi stood helplessly in front of her friends. She didn't know what to do and looked helplessly at her father.
Yang Yi raised his hand to look at the time. He pondered for a moment and said, "How about this? You must be tired after recording a few times. Take a break first. I'll ask Mr. Mu to take you to the side to drink some drinks and eat some snacks, okay? We'll continue recording later, okay? "
This suggestion made the somewhat listless little ones rejuvenated. Even Ding Ling jumped up happily and said, "Okay!"
Xixi looked at the smiles on her friends' faces. She also forgot about her failure just now and laughed happily.
Yang Yi had no choice but to open the door with a wry smile and walk out. He asked Mr. Mu to change the children to come in and record first.
For some reason, Yang Yi felt very tired when he accompanied the children to record songs. The feeling of mental exhaustion was more serious than the physical exhaustion. And this torment was far from over!
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