This group of people had dreams and pursuits for music, but they were still struggling in unknown places. Gao Xiaosong's haphazard recording studio was what they firmly believed in.
That day, the studio welcomed a very different person. He was not a musician at all, but he was the Best Actor of a high-end literary film.
This aroused the curiosity of all the underground musicians. Those who heard about it came from all directions and gathered at their previous gathering places.
Gao Xiaosong was helping Qin Guan read the song. When he saw the song Qin Guan was going to perform on the Spring Festival Gala, he was annoyed.
"Is this the song you're going to sing on the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Yes!"
"Is this the style of the" Hundred Families "?"
"Yeah, isn't that what's written in the song? If you don't understand it, they will give you a simplified score. "
"This is an insult to the" Hundred Families "! It's not as good as a children's song!"
"It's like boiled noodles. There are no ups and downs. Are you going to perform it in the old style of going home often?"
"Stars from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan are going to sing this song? What a disgrace!"
Well, for an underground music scene where rock and roll and folk songs were the mainstream, the music score of "The Hundred Family Names" in Gao Xiaosong's hands was a little unpleasant to listen to.
However, this kind of theme song was meant to be performed at the Spring Festival Gala. Its audience was not a small group of decadent songs.
So, resistance is futile. I came here to let you help me listen to the standard of the singing, not to let you rearrange the music.
Gao Xiaosong was kicked out of the studio. Qin Guan told him to put on a headset and start the first live recording.
"Among the" Hundred Families ", your surname is Li, my surname is Zhang. The Yellow River flows in our blood."
"Among the" Hundred Families ", your surname is Li, my surname is Zhang. The Yellow River flows in our blood."
Qin Guan was singing seriously, but the people outside were laughing hard.
The lyrics were so lofty and red. It was so out of place with the atmosphere of this circle of people. It was so strange.
As for the crowd that came from all directions to watch the show, in addition to the singers who were rushing to perform, there were also some singers who were already quite successful.
Wang Feng, Pu Shu, and a few other gossipy men dropped their work and rushed over to join in the fun.
In the end, he saw this person and heard this song.
In this day and age, there were still many good people. Gao Xiaosong was laughing so hard that he could not take care of himself. Over here, Wang Feng adjusted his glasses and said, "You don't say, Central TV really knows how to choose their candidates. This song couldn't have been sung by any of us. It wouldn't have been able to bring out that patriotic feeling!"
Qin Guan is the only one who can sing this song into the soil. "
Looking at Wang Feng's serious expression, Gao Xiaopang couldn't stand it anymore. He spat at Wang Feng's feet. Pah! You only know how to pretend to be artistic. It's not easy to meet an artistic person, but you don't care about your face at all.
Well, Qin Guan was Wang Feng's idol. It was not a big mistake for a rough rock singer to have a delicate heart.
When everyone's attention was drawn back to Qin Guan, the singer in the studio had already finished singing.
Gao Xiaosong spoke into the loudspeaker, "Qin Guan, you just need to memorize the lyrics. Don't sing out of tune."
"Is it a live broadcast?"
Qin Guan nodded.
"Is there going to be a big dance later?"
Qin Guan nodded again.
"Will someone else sing with you? Isn't it going to be a joint performance from Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan? You just need to be more handsome than them on the stage. This way, all the cameras will be on you. As for whether you sing well or not, whether you sing well or not, it doesn't matter. "
"Besides, it's not just a flower..."
Qin Guan imagined the scene. Even though he had never rehearsed it before, he had a general idea of the scale of a large-scale party.
There was no specific purpose to the camera. Whoever was more famous would get more. Everyone would sing a few lines and then sing together. Then, it would be up to their own ability.
At that thought, Qin Guan calmed down a bit.
His photographic memory and on-the-spot experience would never allow him to forget his lines, so what he should be most worried about was the intonation.
However, the group of professionals in front of him didn't make any comments. It could be seen that his singing was still on point.
Relieved, Qin Guan walked out of the studio and chatted with the strangers he was familiar with.
As an invisible tycoon who had been perfectly exposed by Forbes, he was naturally worshipped by a group of poor singers.
However, as the piracy business became more and more rampant, the market became more and more depressed. Qin Guan couldn't save it no matter how much money he invested.
Therefore, Gao Xiaosong, who was trying to build connections, was very smart. He did not start from a company, but from a person.
If you like this guy, we can invest in him. He can release albums, perform commercials and hold concerts.
With Qin Guan's help, more people would be able to get out of their predicament and contribute better works to the public.
Since it was a win-win situation, Qin Guan agreed without hesitation. The studio would also be able to fill in more fresh blood for Huang Bo's music department.
The small company, which had started with only Qin Guan and Huang's Smile, had now occupied 67% of the models in the fashion circle. His decision would also make his studio famous in the future.
Of course, that was all in the distant future. Now, Qin Guan had bid farewell to Gao Xiaosong and walked to the CCTV studio leisurely.
Today, it was still a site built by the demolition and reconstruction of the TV station's West Annex Building. It was a bustling area on Fuxingmen Street.
The rehearsal made the already busy parking lot even more dazzling.
The logo of the Central Folk Song and Dance Troupe was printed on the large bus. As soon as the door was opened, a group of dancers came out.
The giggling girls were like delicate flowers in winter. Qin Guan was stuck in the middle of the parking lot.
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