HCB Chapter 91 Recording Baby!
Chapter 91 Recording Baby!
"Tsk."
"The camera was 0.1 seconds slow in entering the frame just now."
"And the last syllable of the first 'baby' trembled slightly."
Jiang Bai knew exactly what was going on.
Although the system gave him [song copyright] and [singing experience].
But that's still "the brain learning".
As for whether "you've learned how to use your mouth," that remains to be seen in practice.
The previous song, "Love You," was because he had secretly practiced it countless times in a secluded place for that embarrassing rehearsal task, and muscle memory had long since formed.
But this song, "Baby"...
Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had ever opened his mouth to sing!
The degree of vocal cord closure, the distribution of breath, and even the control of emotions all require a process of adjustment.
"I'm a little rusty..."
Jiang Bai sighed inwardly.
But he did not call a halt.
Recording is something that's been refined through repeated practice.
As long as you keep singing and don't stop, you'll quickly regain that feeling with the experience pack the system provides!
Jiang Bai adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and immersed himself even more in the atmosphere of "trying to lull himself to sleep".
Continue singing:
"My little devil~"
"Just teasing your eyes and eyebrows~"
"To make you love this world~"
As the singing continued, that awkwardness was disappearing at a visible speed.
Instead, there is an increasingly strong sense of languor and relaxation.
Meanwhile, Ah Qiang was outside.
The idea of modifying the oversight mechanism has been completely abandoned.
All he wanted to do was find a pillow and lie down on the spot.
"This isn't recording a song..."
"This is clearly a massive psychological massage session!"
..........
As the last note faded into the air, no voices immediately broke the silence in the recording studio.
A-Qiang took off his headphones, a satisfied smile on his face.
This song doesn't have the upbeat rhythm of "Love You," nor does it have that sweet, overwhelming feeling that makes you want to fall in love.
but.
It has a kind of magic.
The gentle, narrative singing voice is like a pair of tender hands, softly brushing away the dust from the soul.
Purification.
Thorough purification.
Ah Qiang sat in that worn-out swivel chair, and his eyes unknowingly reddened.
"mom……"
He muttered to himself unconsciously.
That melody instantly transported him back to a summer thirty years ago.
Isn't that little boy who snuggles in his mother's arms and is lulled to sleep by her fanning him with a palm leaf fan the "baby" in the song?
but.
The precious child who was once cherished has now become a middle-aged corporate slave, exhausted from struggling in society.
Ah Qiang thought of his crumbling studio.
I thought of the humiliation of having to drive prices down to rock bottom just to win orders.
I thought about the anxiety I felt every month when facing rent, and the countless times I wanted to close down and go back to my hometown.
Through wind and rain, one knows best whether it is cold or warm.
But just now...
Jiang Bai's song "Baby" was like a power bank, instantly reconnecting his nearly depleted battery.
A long-lost warmth enveloped him.
All the exhaustion miraculously vanished at that moment.
"call……"
Ah Qiang exhaled a long breath, feeling much lighter and even full of energy!
"Great song!"
"This song is not only on par with the previous one, but it even surpasses it in terms of emotional depth!"
"A masterpiece!"
Just as Ah-Qiang was about to stand up and greet this "healing goddess" with the warmest applause as she stepped out of the studio.
The glass door was pushed open.
Jiang Bai came out.
however.
There was no confident smile that Ah-Qiang had expected, nor the relaxed feeling of "job done".
in contrast.
Jiang Bai's face was filled with helplessness.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were downturned, giving him an expression that said, "I messed up."
Ah Qiang was stunned, and the rainbow of praise in his heart was forced back down:
"What's wrong, girl?"
"That expression... is something wrong?"
Jiang Bai sighed, shook his head, and said in a heavy tone:
"The recording wasn't done well."
"There are too many flaws."
"The breath control was unstable, and the emotional progression was a bit stiff, especially the transition in the middle, which was too deliberate."
"ha?!"
Ah-Qiang suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
Was the recording not done correctly?
Many defects?
If this is called a flaw, then what are the songs sung by the people who came here to record songs before? Are they called noise?
"Girl, you're getting a bit too Versailles-esque..." Ah Qiang said with a wry smile.
Jiang Bai, however, looked serious, even a little apologetic:
"Teacher, it really won't work."
"This song is quite delicate and cannot tolerate even the slightest flaw."
"I might... need to record a few more times."
"It might take a while, so I'll have to trouble you."
Looking at Jiang Bai's expression that said, "Although it's difficult, I still want to pursue perfection," A-Qiang's admiration for him was like a surging river.
Take a look!
What is professionalism?
Even though she sang so well that it could make people cry, people still thought it wasn't good enough!
"No trouble at all! Not trouble at all!"
Ah Qiang immediately sat up straight, as if he had been injected with chicken blood:
"You can record it as many times as you want!"
"I'm going to work myself to death with you on this song today!"
then.
Second time.
The third time.
……
Eighth time.
Ninth time.
In the recording studio, Jiang Bai meticulously refined every detail, going over it again and again.
As the number of repetitions increased, his muscle memory for the song was finally fully activated, and the [Emotional Resonance Template] provided by the system was completely integrated.
That awkwardness disappeared.
Instead, it is perfectly natural.
Sitting outside, Ah-Qiang went from being "shocked" to "numb" and finally to "worshiping" the place.
If the first time only reminded him of his mother...
On the fifth time, he felt like he had "returned to the cradle".
And now, on the ninth time...
"Whoosh whoo ...
The song falls.
Ah Qiang took off his headphones and felt as if his soul had been cleansed and made to shine.
That gentle impact was more than twice as strong as the first time!
"Too...too powerful."
"This is no longer recording a song."
"This is like giving your ears the ultimate spa treatment!"