Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 402 - 245: The New Year’s recording ends, traveling overnight for thousands of miles back to Xinghai, only a gentle and consistent approach can move the royal sister_2
Chapter 402: Chapter 245: The New Year’s recording ends, traveling overnight for thousands of miles back to Xinghai, only a gentle and consistent approach can move the royal sister_2
“Got it,” He Xiu said, grabbing the breakfast to take care of it.
A few minutes later, she accompanied Pei Muchan downstairs for breakfast. She still seemed somewhat groggy as if she hadn’t quite come to her senses, and couldn’t help but ask,
“Ms. Pei… could someone really do such a thing?”
“What thing?” Pei Muchan asked as she stepped out of the elevator, glancing at the junior assistant.
He Xiu stammered, “Poi… poison, that’s illegal, right? You could go to jail for that.”
“It might not be what you’re thinking; it could have been negligence on the hotel’s part,” said Pei Muchan, her expression hardly changing, calm as still water.
“Anyway, it’s already been taken care of. After recording the gala tonight we can leave, no need to think too much about it.”
“Understood, Ms. Pei,” He Xiu nodded, thinking it might be an issue with the hotel, but then she thought if the hotel had been negligent, they would only have sent breakfast to her own room.
Why was there also a breakfast outside Ms. Pei’s door? With that thought, she suddenly felt a chill.
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Capital City Channel, Snowy Park District.
Wen Yun wrapped in her thick coat, realized there weren’t many people watching the recording on-site, as most were beneath the stage trying to pull strings. She turned to look in the distance; Lin Chuan was being dragged into conversation.
Recording was about to begin, and there was plenty to endure.
Some artists had finished recording their acts on the 24th, for examples the heavenly king Hua Zi. He was busy filming, rehearsed a few times, sang a song, and then left.
Capital City Channel still had some class, unlike Orange Channel’s practice of inviting whoever was hot at the moment. The first tier they invited were veteran singers, almost all popular twenty years ago.
The second tier consisted of younger singers, such as Lin Wanzhou and Lin Chuan, the new generation of youthful energy. The third tier was made up of bands, for example, Wooden Horse and Spring Days band.
Without exception, the singers on-site were genuine full-track powerhouse vocalists, regardless of age.
As for business collaborations, before the New Year’s recording, several advertisers had approached Wen Yun, hoping she would license her gala song for a commercial or something like that.
As for which song it was, they didn’t care, wanting to seal the deal first and then worry about the details.
This involved a confidentiality issue, which in principle wasn’t allowed. But Capital City was Wen Yun’s hometown; with some indirect string-pulling, they managed to talk the collaboration into happening.
Doing without authorization from the directing team and such was difficult for others, but not too hard for Wen Yun. There were people on the directing team she knew, so she could always pull some connections.
Lin Wanzhou was chatting on her phone nearby, and Wen Yun often caught the young girl blindly smiling at her screen. Wen Yun couldn’t help but shake her head, thinking how unreasonable young people were.
But compared to Qi Ting, she found Lin Wanzhou fairly normal.
Wen Yun turned her head, looking for the figure of her unruly disciple.
Instead she discovered Qi Ting shamelessly seeking photo ops everywhere, with Xiao Sa, Xiao Ni, Xiao Huihui. So embarrassing, acting like a monkey, grabbing anyone she could to pose for pictures.
Cheese!
With a slap, Wen Yun covered her face — she really didn’t want to be associated with Qi Ting in any way.
The director beside her laughed, probably wondering who had brought such a bubbly treasure of a girl. She was just too outgoing, not one bit shy and perhaps a bit excessively so. He didn’t even know which family’s assistant she was.
Wen Yun sighed and glanced at Lin Wanzhou again.
Luckily, this time the girl had done her proud. Her song “Wind Rises” was extremely stunning. Even among the veteran singers, her performance was outstanding.
Emphasis on “new,” it was a brand-new song. Even Lin Chuan’s song “Big Fish,” which he brought this time, had been released for two months.
As for the new song written by Lin Wanzhou, Wen Yun had seen it. From her years of experience as an agent, compared with the songs written six months ago, the progress was impressive.
It was basically on par with the quality of the songs Lin Wanzhou had written at her peak, which was an unexpected delight.
Lin Chuan’s turn had come to take the stage; twelve LED screens displayed a fiery red fish swimming across. Accompanying his singing, the red fish sailed across the sky.
The scene was somewhat awe-inspiring, and Wen Yun herself was moved. Especially when she happened to find out that the creative idea for the fish’s stage beauty came from Xu Qingyan…
Her feelings grew complicated, realizing that Mr. Xu truly was a multifaceted warrior.
It was enough that his songwriting was fierce, but Wen Yun was at a loss for words… he did indeed spread his talents wide. While he was still working at the side venue, he had also considered the stage beauty for Lin Chuan.
Although it was just a suggestion, the planning and creativity were worth tens of thousands at the very least, and she wondered if he had been paid for it.
Lin Wanzhou’s performance was scheduled after Lin Chuan’s. The director came over to call people to prepare.
The stage beauty team went up first. Once they were lined up properly, then they asked the main singer Lin Wanzhou to go up. Even after she went up, it wasn’t time to start shooting immediately. There were instructions coming through the earpiece.
Because the earpiece was very close to the eardrum, using it at high intensity could cause partial deafness, so it needed to be adjusted properly. Expecting the event crew to treat the singers like royalty was just wishful thinking.
Wen Yun had someone specially adjust the microphones and earpieces in advance and had checked them as well. These details were crucial to a singer’s performance on stage, as the venue was large, and it was basically impossible to hear the accompaniment once one took the stage.
Lin Wanzhou got into position and quickly adjusted her state. As the recording officially began, she heard the voice from the control room, “Singer, get ready… and cue the music.”
The backing dancers’ microphones were directed by another director, and what they basically heard was, “Dancers, get in… move to the left, beautiful! Perfect! And…cut.”
Every position, every move was under direction; there were rarely any accidents.
This was just the Capital City Channel’s New Year’s gala, after all. If it had been the National Channel’s Spring Festival Gala… well, it would typically be pre-recorded before being broadcast live, with a switch ready in case of accidents.
But they rarely made such switches, only doing so in the event of a major incident.
Of course, the clothes for the recording and those for New Year’s Eve had to be identical. A bunch of people in the control room stared at dozens of screens on the director’s wall, all in charge of the broadcasting… video recording and playback station.
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