MTL - Cāi Cāi-Chapter 15 Act III "Rachmaninoff" ②
Act III "Rachmaninoff" 2
The soundtrack was recorded smoothly, and Yao Yin was indeed a rare talent. The tone of "Slow Voice" is gentle and sad, but at the same time, it is full of pursuit and longing for Utopia's hometown. Yao Yin's piano music composes this atmosphere well.
The flowing harp and the sound of a chatter just fit together. Qin Yin sounded like a thin cloud, but it could bear the weight of a chattering voice.
Before submitting the article, Shang Xiaorui held a humble "screening" in the apartment he rented. She set up the projector in the living room, and the light fell directly on the white wall. The room was dark, with seven or eight friends sitting on the floor, watching this short animated movie quietly.
Shang Xiaorui stood nervously next to the projection wall, looking at the screen and the crowd, like a soldier under review.
George was by her side, sweating his forehead and wearing a weird suit, which was more formal than his own doctor's reply.
Mottled lights. Tan Yiming was standing in the bottom row, and his eyes were clearly on the screen, but his eyes were out of focus.
There was a chuckle in the darkness: "How about, are you excited to see the work you recorded on the screen?"
It's Yao Yin.
Tan Yiming turned to look at him. The light brought by the animation projection faintly outlines Yao Yin's facial features. He is very beautiful, and suddenly a thought rises in Tan Yiming's mind-in the "that" circle, Yao Yin must be very popular people.
Tan Yiming replied: "It's impossible to talk about excitement. The main reason is that it's not true."
When he first listened to a radio drama he recorded, he also had this "unreal" feeling-is this really my voice? Am I actually involved in so many relationships? ... Well, he even thought he was the one in the play.
He has been in the network distribution industry for many years, and as more and more plays have been released, the sense of unrealism has gradually subsided. He treats dubbing as a trivial thing. He can put a lot of emotions into the play, but when the story ends, that emotion is cut off by him.
But now, when he sees the works shown on the big screen, the "unrealistic feeling" that made him full of emotions a few years ago has surged again.
He was paid, he contributed his voice ... In the midst of it, he took a step in a certain direction.
The screening of 13 minutes and 28 seconds soon ended.
When the lights came on, tears filled the eyes of everyone who came to watch the preview. The most exaggerated is the big straight steel guy George, crying out of breath, holding a chat and letting go, saying that he missed home and parents.
"Old talk ... you are a good match !!!" George wailed. "If such a good work fails to win the prize, there is definitely a shady !!"
Tan Yiming was full of black lines: "You are too exaggerated. This work is not my own credit. Xiao Rui's plot rhythm is well grasped, and Brother Yao's soundtrack is also very moving."
If it comes to merit, Shang Xiaorui is first, and Yao Yin must be second. He took this soundtrack job completely free of charge. Even without a penny, he even borrowed the recording studio.
In contrast, Tan Yiming thought it was hot to think of the two hundred dollars he received.
He only spoke a few words in front of the microphone, and Yao Yin spent a few days composing, arranging, playing ...
Tan Yiming wanted to return the reward, and Xiao Rui said that she refused to ask for anything.
Tan Yiming took a step back and decided to buy some pizza and fried chicken to take part in the screening. Everyone “eat” the money together.
Unfortunately, the plan cannot keep up with the changes. The pizza shop called and said that the takeaway car was broken. If they came to pick it up, they would not only enjoy a 20% discount this time, but also get two more discount coupons.
Several people talked about it, Xiao Rui and George stayed to entertain the guests, and Yao Yin drove in a car to get pizza.
Although mentally prepared, Tan Yiming was surprised when he saw the luxury sports car parked outside the door.
Yao Yin said with a smile: "Don't look at me like this, I'm just an ordinary rich second generation in Shanxi."
Ordinary, rich second generation in Shanxi.
The wings-like doors opened to the sides, and Tan Yiming sat in, slightly uncomfortable.
Millions of dollars worth of luxury cars running on the highway, smooth and smooth.
Tan Yiming didn't hold back and said, "There is always a lot of rumors about the Shanxi mine owner in the circle of international students. I never thought I would have one beside me."
Who wants Yao to answer: "Who says that rich people in Shanxi have mines in their homes? Do rich people in Sichuan have pandas in their homes? These are stereotypes."
Tan Yiming quickly apologized.
Yao Yin also said, "However ... my family operates a vinegar factory."
Tan Yiming: "..."
OK, Shanxi people do n’t belong to stereotypes, right?
Sitting in his car, Yao Yin was very relaxed. When I first met, Tan Yiming felt that he was a little "carrying", and every move seemed to be accurately measured. However, after getting familiar with it, it was discovered that Yao Yin was actually not so difficult to contact.
Several classical music CDs were placed in the car, and Yao Yin directed Tan Yiming and put Rachmaninoff's "Piano Concerto No. 2" into the player.
The piano intersects with strings, reverberating in a confined space. Yao Yin hummed the song softly, and the index finger tapped the steering wheel subconsciously following the rhythm.
Tan Yiming stared at the steering wheel in his hand, reminding him: "Grand pianist, drive safely, don't be distracted."
Yao Yin said, "I can't afford to be called a" pianist. "
"What is that? 'Composer'?"
Yao Yin was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "If I can, after 20 years of hard work, I'll wait to hear someone call me a 'commercial film soundtrack master.'"
Tan Yiming was awkward, but it was clear that Yao Yin was always soaking in the recording studio.
This is the first time Yao Yin talked about his dream: "Isn't it a bit funny? Many people think that learning piano like me must always be a little pursued. To become a pianist, you cannot be wrapped in copper smell.
"I played the piano for more than 20 years and participated in countless competitions ... but I never wanted to be a pianist. I wanted to learn film soundtrack. I wanted to be the king of commercial soundtrack like John Williams. Let everyone move my notes. "
His notes can be lingering and passionate; they can also be thrilling and bizarre.
Yao Yin suddenly changed the subject and asked him: "You see the best movies in the silent film era. That's the real lens language and picture art. At that time, there were so many outstanding actors. For that era, The silent film is enough to meet the needs of the audience. But why create a sound movie? "
Tan Yiming thought for a while, and answered normally: "Because of the advancement of science and technology, sound films are produced in accordance with science and technology."
"You're only right. The audio-visual technology was invented by scientists, but it was invented for a full thirty years before it was officially promoted. The promoter is Warner Brothers." Yao Yin rarely met anyone who had only seen a few The people said so much, "They are pioneers in the film industry. They realize that a movie is not enough with actors. Only with a voice-over can we express emotions, and with a soundtrack, a movie is complete."
Movies are more than just pictures; they are also sounds.
When he spoke, his eyes fell hopefully in the distance, his eyes were full of light, and he was chasing that light.
Tan Yiming stared at him intently, watching this young man talking about his dreams.
"I also want to write works like" Star Wars "," Titanic "," The Ghost Story ", viewers can't remember my name, but they will think of my music the moment they appear on the screen "Yao Yin's voice is very light and heavy." I don't want to be a pianist at all, I just want to be a soundtrack master who can win prizes and make money. "
Listening to what he said earlier, Tan Yiming was really moved by his dream.
What if you think that Yao Yin suddenly turned around and turned back to making money.
"..." Tan Yiming was amused by him and said straightforwardly: "Three words are not to leave the money, you Shanxi people really have business acumen."
"It's a stereotype again." Yao Yin also laughed, and the voice hinted, "Who doesn't like money? And if I make money with what I love, then I'll be happier."
"I do think that hobbies and work should be clearly distinguished." Tan Yiming noticed Yao Yin's intentions. "You don't have to give me a set. I really like the dubbing. Yes, but I am very aware of the current situation Satisfied. If I take the dubbing as a formal job, life pressure and work difficulties will come one after another, but it will affect my heart. "
The man laughed and laughed: "... in the final analysis, I may not have your‘ love ’like this. I also have no courage to change my current life direction for a‘ hobby ’.”
Speaking of this, Tan Yiming has made it clear that he does not want to continue talking.
In fact, he still had half a sentence to say.
——Yao Yin has a wealthy family. Even if he cannot make money through hobbies for the time being, it will not affect his quality of life. It can be said that Yiming is a child from ordinary people. He is not poor or wealthy. He needs a serious job, a serious job that sits in the office and earns overtime every day.
The big touch who likes to draw may not be a professional artist; the author who writes the fan and writes his mind open is not everyone can make money from the Internet; and he will not even use the "Internet god" on the Internet Being serious.
Regardless of how many fans on the Internet have given him madness, smashed people, and returned to real life, he talked about it-just an ordinary person who is about to graduate from graduate school. He just wants to live step by step.
The sports car was roaring on the road, and the two went to the pizzeria to take away the food, and then they drove back in a roar.
The notes floating in the car audio are getting more and more exciting, and the tunes of "The Second Piano Concerto" fell into this narrow space like a storm.
Nothing happened until Yao Yin re-opened until the car stopped outside Xiao Rui's apartment door.
"Tan Yiming," the young man stopped the car, turned his head, his eyes filled with sincerity, "I finally advise you again-don't waste your talent, don't give up passion in your twenties, begging To live in their fifties. "
"..."
"You can show the demo to others, and I believe that everyone who has heard it will surrender to your voice."
It's five thirty in the afternoon.
Tan Yiming stayed alone in the kitchen, chewing a piece of cool pizza on his hand.
In the living room, Shang Xiaorui greeted friends to play board games. George was divided into Yao Yin's group, but Yao Yin lost a lot of points because George always didn't cooperate.
There are many people and it is very noisy. Tan Yiming heard the laughter and screams, but felt that they were far away.
He had to admit that Yao Yin just touched him somehow.
There was a faint trace of the long road where he could not find his way.
If he is really talented ... if he is really talented ... can he let go of his present life and go another way?
He desperately wanted to find a friend in the circle to chat with, but he could dig through the contacts, but he was defeated by the jet lag of 12 hours.
Yiming Qingyun: President, are you there?
Yiming Qingyun: There is a demo, and I want you to help me listen.
[Sound moving Jiuxiao-second child]: [Auto reply] Gan Linniang! Do not look at what time it is, which little **** disturbed me to sleep? ? ?
Yiming Qingyun: ...
Although the US side is in the afternoon, but the sun has just risen in the East Eighth District, who would get up at 5:30 in the morning?
Tan Yiming could almost feel the blood boiling in the blood vessels gradually calming down-he knew himself, when this fleeting impulse subsided, his reason would prevail, and he would not have a second chance to think This way.
Just as he was laughing at himself as he put down the phone, an unexpected message jumped into the group.
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guess: [group sign in]
guess: good morning everyone
Tan Yiming: "..."
Why did he forget that there was a little swan in their group who got up at 5:30 on time every morning. 2k novel reading network
