MTL - Cāi Cāi-Chapter 5 Act I "Voice of Music" ③
Act I "The Sound of Music" 3
In the end, Tan Yiming looked on George's face and agreed to dub his girlfriend Xiao Rui's work.
This is a short animation of Chinese style, called "Slowlytune". Not long, thirteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds. The final rendering has not been completed yet. Xiaorui can only come up with a demo for the voice of Tan Yiming.
Tan Yiming originally thought that the animation dubbing was the same as the radio drama he had, anyway, he had off-the-shelf equipment, as long as he could complete the recording in the dormitory.
Did you think Xiao Rui borrowed a recording studio and sent the address to Tan Yiming's mailbox.
Tan Yiming was curious about Google, and found that it was a well-known professional recording studio in the industry. Many independent musicians and small record companies would record there.
Tan Yiming: "..."
He had only taken this matter as a hand, but now that he was so "serious", he inevitably raised a little nervousness.
George was puzzled by his nervousness.
George asked, "Don't you usually talk to the microphone in the dormitory and talk to me about those very nasty lines? Now I just change places, what's the tension?"
Tan Yiming asked him back: "The same is all about typing code. You are not nervous in the library. Why go to the programming contest to knock on the scene and you are nervous?"
"... Here, you can't compare it like this!" George was taken in by him. "The game is a game, and the atmosphere on the scene is very formal. If I'm not nervous, is that ridiculous?"
"I'm the same." Tan Yiming misbehave, always said something in front of friends, "You have also watched the situation of my recording, first pull the group pia drama, and then dubbing alone, sitting alone in front of the computer, right Speak the full line through the microphone-but if you enter the studio, it becomes a 'serious job'. And this time the dubbing is to sign a contract and get paid, I naturally want to be more serious. "
If Wang Qingyun's fans were to know that when the calm male gods in their eyes were so helpless, they would surely be surprised to die.
George vaguely understood his concerns.
But the more he understood, the more he couldn't figure out: "Have you never imagined walking into a recording studio and officially recording a work?"
"Of course not." Tan Yiming frowned slightly. "Is there any illusion?"
"Ah, old talk, in fact, I wanted to talk about it before. You see that you have a base of popularity, or do you just take a career path? There are a lot of Internet singers who have gone to the draft and made a strong signing debut. With your appearance, You can also go this way-'Idolist commercial voice actor'-what do you think of this title? I won't type the code at that time, and I will be your agent. "
When Tan Yiming heard it, he was joking and didn't take it seriously: "How can you drink Coke up? Interests return to interest, work returns to work. My voice is used to adjust work, not to work."
Speaking of this step, his refusal was obvious.
George descended the donkey along the **** and raised his hand behind Tan Yiming. The ranch was closer. Φ smashed the rake to catch Yu Yiyi. He struck the string and arrived at Zheng Piquan.
Tan Yiming is about to graduate in one year. A few months ago, he joined an investment bank as an intern, because he was hardworking and smart, and was very important to the team leader. There are four or five interns in the company at the same time as him, but he is the only one who has a serious job instead of running errands for old employees.
As long as he persists for another half a year, it is not difficult to get a formal offer. Although it is impossible to have an annual salary of one million upon entering the post, with his ability, it is not difficult to get this amount within ten years.
George thought that the glittering avenue was paved at the foot of Tan Yiming, and his future was destined to be glorious and shining. So why did he have to give up his good future and become a voice actor?
...
The recording time is selected on the weekend. Tan Yiming enters the address of the recording studio into the mobile phone navigation and drives there.
In the back seat sat George and her girlfriend, Shang Xiaorui.
Xiao Rui was still shy when she saw Tan Yiming. She hid behind George and shyly said hello.
Tan Yiming knew that she was embarrassed, adjusted the atmosphere, and made a joke: "It seems I'm lucky, and I met a party who didn't dare let me return to work."
"If the recording is not good, the rework will still have to be reworked!" Shang Xiaorui first raised his voice and lowered his thoughts. "... After all, two hundred dollars."
Yes, that's right.
Wang Qingyun, a 500,000 fan of Weibo, has eight radio dramas, five of which are the active Wang Qingyun. He created a single episode of Wang Qingyun. He can squeeze a live broadcast to ft. Wang Qingyun God ... The first "commercial dubbing" work was worth only two hundred dollars.
After listening, George assassinated his girlfriend: "Don't, don't, don't say Xiao Rui! Do you know how much you always quote about an advertisement on Weibo?"
Shang Xiaorui: "Ah? Do you have a lot of followers on Weibo?"
"Don't listen to him talking blindly." Tan fluttered a warning eyeblade to George with a smile. "My Weibo is a zombie powder. It's my turn to advertise."
A few people laughed and arrived in the studio soon.
Although the recording studio was hidden in the suburbs, it looked exquisite and stylish. Many people dressed in "artistic" came in and out, George looked down at his tee with pokeman on it, and felt that he was out of place.
George was taken aback and asked his girlfriend, "Xiao Rui, didn't you say you were short of money? How did you rent such a luxurious recording studio?"
Xiao Rui said proudly: "This is not what I rent! I asked about the soundtrack in the Chinese group of foreign students before. A fellow in the piano department not only agreed to help us with the soundtrack, but also actively contacted his friend's recording studio and borrowed it for free. Let us use it! "
Upon hearing this, George immediately became vigilant: "What brother? How old, where is he, how does he look, and does he have a girlfriend?"
"Qiao Dafu, what are you thinking about!" Shang Xiaorui was so angry that he twisted the fat around his waist. "Brother Yao is gay. He only helped me out of enthusiasm. Can you put away your unconscious thoughts?" "
George was scolded by the dog's **** head, and went to chat with Yiming and complained, "You look at her, you are petting and arrogant. It's only been a few days of dating, and you dare hit me!"
That being said, George's face was slick, with a layer of happiness and oiliness.
Tan Yiming could not take his friends apart, because his heart beat uncontrollably from the moment he stepped into the door. The blood was rushing inside his body, and he clenched his fist subconsciously, only to feel that his palms were hot and humid.
As he said, he never imagined becoming a commercial voice actor; but when he stepped into the door, it seemed as if a new world had exposed him to the tip of the iceberg.
He laughed at himself, not even seeing the microphone, but he was nervous now.
He tried some simple vocal exercises, but the vocal cords were tight and the throat muscles couldn't relax anyway.
George asked inexplicably, "You're stunned, where have you been, hou, hou, hou, your throat getting sputum?"
"..." Tan Yiming said with a headache, "You say a few words, and I'm annoyed to see you now."
The three registered for signatures at the front desk and received temporary visitor passes.
The receptionist said politely, "
mr. Yao is recording inside and will pick you up in five minutes. "
Shang Xiaorui covered her chest, and worshiped and said intoxicatedly: "Brother Yao is really responsible! I am so happy to think of seeing him playing the piano in a moment!"
George: "... hmm."
The little couple quarreled with each other, but dilute the tension of a chat.
The three waited in the lobby for a few minutes, and soon, a tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor, walking slowly and walking towards them.
The matte texture of the soundproof door opened to the sides, and Brother Yao, who was hung by Shang Xiaorui, finally appeared in front of them.
It was a handsome young man who was dressed up with a cross necklace hanging around his neck. The right smile on his lips was gentle and proper.
Even the big straight boy, George 24k, said that the appearance of Brother Yao really made people feel good about him for the first time.
"Fortunately." The young man nodded slightly towards the three of them, and actively reached out and handed in the direction of Tan Yiming. "I'm Yao Yin. I'm in charge of the piano soundtrack, and I'm also your voice guide."
The man's low magnetic voice came from the headphones.
A chuckle, a sigh, a chant, a sigh ...
On the narrow single bed, the stature boy was wearing loose pajamas, exposing a thin waist.
Opening his eyes to Guai, looking at the ceiling of the dormitory. The old electric fan squeaked and turned. When Xiang Gu was seven or eight years old, he had imagined the horror picture of the electric fan falling and the fan blades flattening his head. Now that he is big, he no longer imagines this kind of unreasonable The actual thing.
The other three roommates ended their day's professional training and were so tired that they fell asleep.
Adolescent boys don't pay much attention to hygiene. The taste in the dormitory is a little weird, but what makes Xiang Guai unbearable is their continuous purrs.
The dormitory was so hot that he rolled over anxiously and stepped on the quilt to his feet.
As he moved, loose cotton socks slipped from his ankles. He stooped indifferently, re-hook the sock with his fingertips, and lifted the sock up to his ankle.
He turned up the volume of the audio. In the headset, Wang Qingyun's voice was tragic and affectionate. Xiang Gu could almost see the **** eyes and felt the warm and powerful embrace.
Ai Qing ...
Said to Guess to hear the man.
If there is an afterlife, I do n’t want to be the lonely Lord in this Grand Palace; I ca n’t bear to see you battle the battlefield for you, tolerate blood and pain… I only want to be with you the most ordinary couple in the world, every day Coarse tea and light rice, sunset glow.
Xiang Gui: "... ????"
Wait, what seems to be wrong?
Xiang Gui sat up abruptly from the bed, widened his eyes, his face burning red.
He grabbed the mobile phone in a hurry, the light of the screen shrouded his face, he narrowed his eyes, and carefully identified the long string of small words on the audio title-"" Send Jiangshan (Original: Mo Wai) "cv Wang Qingyun ( Emperor) / Lone Wild Goose (General)-End of the first stage of the annual tear show with super high scores and must listen to it "
That's right.
Xiang Gui read the long series of headlines, word by word.
Isn't this a work that describes the feelings of the monarch and the king who can sing and cry? How can you listen ... The emperor and the general started to engage in the subject ...
Xiang Guai is clear and pure, white like a piece of paper. In addition to dancing, he has been dancing in his childhood. Where has he been exposed to such things? He knew that some people in this world would like the same sex, but ... but ... but why would Wang Qingyun deserve such a story?
Does Wang Qingyun also like men?
Is he and this "general" a couple in real life?
At the thought of this possibility, Xiang Gu suddenly felt the tip of his tongue tightening, and a strange feeling that couldn't be said surged up.
The radio dramas on his mobile phone were all passed to him by his colleague Qi Qi. He randomly opened one before going to bed. He had wanted to use it as a hypnotic music. However, he didn't think of hypnosis, but he was blown up soberly.
He wanted to ask Qi Qi what was going on, but he was afraid that the girl would feel like a fuss.
Xiang Guai ’s idol bag weighs a ton, and even if the question in his heart weighs ten tons, he is afraid to easily remove the bag.
As he held his cell phone in a daze, Qi's message suddenly jumped out.
It's too coincidental.
Miracle Girl: [Lovely] [Lovely] [Lovely]
Miracle Girl: Would you like to go with the instrument class tomorrow morning?
I do not guess you guess guess:……?
Xiang Gu stared in horror at the sentence on the phone screen.
Guess I guess: Musical instrument class? ? ? ? ?
Miracle Girl: [Squint look] God, wouldn't you not know?
Miracle Girl: There are four compulsory courses for the song and dance major: performance and lines, vocal sight-singing, basic dance, and musical instruments!
Guess I guess: ... I really heard it for the first time.
Xiang Gu, 11 years old, stepped into the school of Huawu Affiliated High School, and his life has always centered on the ballet profession. After one year off school, he obeyed the arrangements of the department heads and transferred to the song and dance profession. On the surface, he accepted all this, but in fact he was always treating it negatively.
Had it not been for Qi Qi to remind him, he would not even turn the timetable.
Miracle Girl: So you don't have any instruments?
Guess I guess: ...... Whistle count?
Miracle Girl: Do you think the whistle counts?
Guess I guess: I think it's okay.
Miracle Girl: [Smile] [Smile] [Smile]
Miracle Girl: You think it's useless, the teacher thinks it's not.
Xiang Guai: "..."
Guess I guess: what instrument would you play? Otherwise I will learn the same as you.
Miracle Girl: [Proud] Learn about violin eighth.
I do not guess you guess guess:! !! !!
Guess I guess: [disrespect] [disrespect]
Miracle Girl: [Transfer] [Transfer]
Miracle Girl: But don't forget about the violin. Even if you start to learn from now, it will be difficult for you to meet the graduation requirements after two years.
I do not guess you guess guess:……
Miracle Girl: Do you recognize clefs?
Guess I guess: Yes, I learned it as a kid.
Miracle Girl: Then I think you might as well learn the piano.
piano……?
Can't it ...
It sounds so difficult, it is better to ask if you have learned to play harmonica tomorrow.
Miracle Girl: By the way, Wang Qingyun said that he especially admires those who can play the piano.
I do not guess you guess guess:……
Guess I guess: [ok]
Guess I guess: I'll go to the teacher to register tomorrow. 2k novel reading network