"Mu Zi-ang?" Murphy, who was still in a daze, walked over and looked at the email.
Mo Xiaojuan was Murphy's assistant and manager. Of course, she didn't just accompany Murphy everywhere and clean up after her. Other than the work arranged by the company, she also had to deal with many businessmen who were attracted by Murphy's fame. Then, she had to arrange Murphy's daily schedule.
Not only that, Mo Xiaojuan also had to help Murphy deal with her fans. It could be said that Mo Xiaojuan didn't have as much free time as Murphy. In fact, she was even busier.
For example, the email that Mo Xiaojuan was using now was specially used to discuss collaborations. However, occasionally, fans would find this email and send some emails expressing their love for Murphy.
From the title of the email that Murphy saw, it was very similar to this kind of email — "To Murphy, a gift from an admirer."
But since Mo Xiaojuan brought it up in such a serious manner, Murphy read on curiously.
The main text wasn't long. The general idea was that this "fan" was called Mu Zi-ang. He had admired Murphy for a long time and liked Murphy's singing very much. When he saw that Murphy's new album had suffered a setback, he felt indignant. He felt that it was because Murphy didn't choose her new songs well. Therefore, he offered two songs that he wrote for Murphy, hoping that she could pull herself together and make a comeback!
Murphy understood that this wasn't an ordinary fan letter!
This was a letter from a true fan!
Murphy felt a burst of warmth in her heart. She felt that no matter how good this fan's songs were, she would definitely treat them seriously. Even if they weren't good, Murphy would definitely go to the recording studio to record a few tapes and send them to the fan to thank him for his concern and effort!
However, when Mo Xiaojuan saw Mo Fei's "indifferent" look, she became anxious instead, "Elder sister, can't you see it?"
"Tell what?"
"Mu Zi-ang?"
"Yeah, he's my fan! What's wrong? "Murphy was puzzled.
Mo Xiaojuan rolled her eyes. She helplessly pushed her chair away and stood up. She hurriedly walked over to Murphy's cabinet and took down an album.
Murphy recognized it at a glance. Wasn't it Chen Yijie's new album "Long Time No See" that she had asked someone to help her buy a few days ago?
However, Murphy was still a little confused and couldn't wrap her head around it.
Mo Xiaojuan took it and pointed to the first two songs. "Sister, who wrote these two songs?"
Murphy did not have to look at it this time. She suddenly understood. "Mu Zi-ang! No wonder this name sounded so familiar. So he wrote 'Long Time No See' and 'Might as well not see each other' for Chen Yijie! "
Murphy liked this album very much, especially these two songs. She had listened to the Cantonese song "Might as well not see each other" several times!
Of course, Murphy could still speak Cantonese, because even though she grew up abroad, she had been developing in the mainland Chinese circle when she came back to China. But don't forget that Murphy's mother used to be a singer in Harbor City.
"Yeah! Sister, Mu Zi-ang wrote songs for you! "Mo Xiaojuan was so excited that her whole body trembled." He is also your fan! "
Murphy frowned. She was not as excited as Mo Xiaojuan. She still said calmly, "He shouldn't be Mu Zi-ang, right? How can there be such a coincidence? "
Of course, whether it was Mu Zi-ang or not, Murphy still asked Mo Xiaojuan to download the music score and print it out with great interest.
"Sister, do you want a demo?" Mo Xiaojuan asked.
Murphy hesitated for a moment and said, "You can download it, but don't give it to me first."
In the music field, a demo meant a sample record, and a demo usually meant that the composer recorded his general idea and gave it to the record company or the singer as a reference, which was the prototype of the song.
But the big record companies usually ignored these demos, because they were worried that it would affect the performance of the singers! Murphy had the same idea. As a professional singer who had been famous for a long time, she preferred to sing with her own ideas.
Opening the music score, Murphy was stunned when she saw the title of the first song, "First Dream." Looking at the lyrics below, Murphy was silent.
"Sister, it's really written for you!" Mo Xiaojuan printed two copies and read the lyrics with great interest. She didn't know anything about music scores, so she exclaimed.
Although Murphy didn't respond, her shocked and happy eyes had explained everything.
Wasn't it written for her?
"… If the dream didn't fall off the cliff, how would the persistent people have invisible wings?"
Weren't these lines about Murphy's current situation?
Her dream had been thwarted and her wings were broken. Everyone was laughing at her, and they couldn't see her return and future. But Murphy still persisted on the path of her dream.
"… Holding the first dream tightly in my hand, the place I wanted to go the most, how could I turn back halfway?"
"The first dream will definitely be reached. Only when the true desire is realized can I be considered to have reached heaven …"
Murphy wanted to realize her music dream and continue to stand on the stage, because that was her heaven!
Now, even if she couldn't return to the stage, Murphy didn't intend to give up!
"It's definitely Mu Zi-ang!" Mo Xiaojuan felt that her judgment was right. She shouted, "Only Mu Zi-ang, who wrote 'Long Time No See,' can write such good lyrics!"
Murphy didn't say anything. She actually agreed with Mo Xiaojuan's statement, because she could feel the melody of the song from the process of reading the score!
Even if the melody of the song was different from that of 'Long Time No See,' Murphy believed that the composer who could write such a beautiful melody and lyrics that touched the depths of people's hearts had his own pride. How could he impersonate someone else's name?
Before looking at the second song, Murphy couldn't wait to turn around and walk to her exclusive recording studio. She turned on the equipment inside and entered the score of 'The First Dream.' The computer equipment would simulate the sound of the corresponding instruments and create the accompaniment.
Of course, it couldn't be compared to playing the instruments, but it was enough for the time being.
Murphy put on her headphones and closed her eyes. When the prelude was over, she hummed softly, "If pride wasn't coldly taken down by the real sea …"
No, it wasn't like that! It seemed like she should have added a few keys at the beginning …
Murphy frowned, dragged the progress bar and started again.
These were the struggles that one had to go through when recording a song! For every song to get the best feeling in the album, one had to be like Murphy in the beginning, one had to repeatedly consider each word and sentence and repeatedly modify one's singing style.
This period was very boring, but just like Yang Yi's cooking, the delicacy had to wait!
Of course, Murphy could have chosen the simple mode. If she listened to the demo recorded by Yang Yi, although she only hummed vaguely, she would know the basic singing style.
But what was the point of that? Murphy wasn't Fan Fan. She had her own style and her own voice. Naturally, she would perform her own brilliance!
Mo Xiaojuan stood outside the recording studio and helplessly patted her forehead, "Ai, are we going to pull an all-nighter again?"
She knew Murphy's style. When she worked, she didn't differentiate between day and night. Mo Xiaojuan, who was Mo Fei's assistant and cousin, had no choice but to give up the idea of going home to sleep. She took her bag and went out to buy supper for Mo Fei.
(The first song was' The First Dream. 'Guess which song was the second?)
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