yournovel Chapter 412 one take!
Chapter 412 one take!
Chapter 412 one take!
"Brother Huan, they're here to see you!"
Xing Yujia couldn't wait to explain, her bright smile and excitement evident on her face.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan was taken aback, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes like lightning.
He was genuinely surprised by this; it was something he hadn't anticipated.
A question arose in my mind:
So he's really that important? These two even came all the way here to see him?
Before participating in "I Am a Singer", Sha Baoliang was in a semi-retired state. In the music scene, he was a typical example of someone whose songs were popular but he himself was not.
Although one of its hit songs, "Dark Fragrance," became a nationwide sensation, it must be said that, to a certain extent, the song did benefit from the popularity of the theme song of the TV series "The Story of a Noble Family."
The quality of "The Story of a Noble Family" goes without saying; its popularity when it aired was so high that it drew massive crowds.
Sha Baoliang became a familiar face to audiences nationwide because of his participation in "I Am a Singer".
Liang Qiaobo is undoubtedly a big name, holding a pivotal position in the Chinese music scene, and has collaborated with many top stars.
Yu Huan was completely bewildered by this...
Xing Yujia sat on a high stool, arms crossed, looking very excited.
She then added, "Teacher Liang Qiaobo praised Sister Susu's singing skills highly, and even said that Sister Susu is like Faye Wong back in the day!"
Hearing this, Yu Huan moved closer to the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, and said with a smile, "It seems that her efforts over this period of time have not been in vain."
The singing style of "The Wind on the Way Home" is quite varied, and the three-part emotional progression truly showcases the singer's skill.
"Yes!" Xing Yujia nodded emphatically.
Yu Huan bowed and slowly sat down on the sofa, picked up a water glass, opened the lid, and took a small sip of honey water.
The sweet taste spread across his tongue, making him smack his lips and feel completely comfortable.
Last night, when Yu Huan was recording the demo vocals at home, she specifically tuned Lin You Rong's singing style and pronunciation for the songs "The Wind on the Way Home" and "As You Wish".
They put in a lot of effort to achieve the desired results.
Yu Huan instructed Lin Yourong to use a high resonance point, and in terms of articulation, he asked her to lean towards a hazy quality, and not to deliberately pursue clear pronunciation of each word, but to focus on the harmony of initials and finals, emphasizing the finals to make the sound smoother.
With this treatment, Lin Yourong's singing style is no longer as clear and precise, but it will never sound unclear. On the contrary, it has an even more ethereal and transparent feel.
This is precisely one of the characteristics of Wang Fei's singing style, so Liang Qiaobo's statement is not without basis.
However, Lin Yourong's timbre, although ethereal, is not as light as Wang Fei's, and does not give people a thin listening experience.
Her voice has a unique charm; it is very clear and pure, with a strong penetrating power.
After a moment's thought, Yu Huan relaxed and slumped into the soft sofa.
He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Lin Yourong, who was fully immersed in recording the song, through the clear glass partition.
Seeing her focused expression, a warm smile slowly crept onto Yu Huan's lips.
When recording "Red Silk", Lin Yourong was probably new to ancient Chinese opera songs, so she often had to record a single line of lyrics many times.
Yu Huan sat there, her ears filled with the words of Hu Jiyan, the sound engineer.
When recording the song "There's Wind on the Way Home," she was clearly in much better shape.
Hu Jiyan barely spoke, simply staring intently at the screen, listening intently to her voice in the headphones.
In Yu Huan's view, Hu Jiyan's back looked particularly focused at this moment, as if he was deeply attracted by Lin Yourong's singing.
"One take!"
Suddenly, Hu Jiyan put his mouth close to the microphone placed vertically on the control panel and shouted out an English sentence, imitating Liang Qiaobo.
Then, with a broad smile, he continued, "Lin Su, you're in such great form! The transitions in your breath and the progression of your emotions are absolutely perfect. I can't wait to hear how the whole song will sound when it's finished!"
Hu Jiyan's loud and powerful voice echoed in the small control room.
The sound not only reached Yu Huan's ears, causing him to stir in his heart, and he slowly got up and walked to the control panel.
At the same time, these words were clearly heard in the listening earpiece that Lin Yourong was wearing.
She opened her slightly closed eyes, turned her head to look outside the glass partition, and saw Yu Huan, who had returned at some point.
Yu Huan smiled brightly and waved to her, greeting her.
A smile involuntarily appeared on Lin Yourong's lips. She nodded to him and then said into the microphone, "I still want to thank Brother Hu for his guidance and suggestions."
Hu Jiyan waved his hand vigorously and said hastily, "Hey! Don't be so polite. Since I've taken on this job, I'll definitely do my best. It's just my job."
Lin Yourong smiled gently, then took off her headphones and hung them up.
She picked up the file folder, intending to organize the sheet music, but then she noticed the wall clock beside her, the hour hand almost pointing to four o'clock.
It's still early," she thought for a moment, then placed the file bag on the music stand.
Lin Yourong took light steps, and as soon as she opened the door and stepped out, she heard Hu Jiyan, who was standing to the side, talking enthusiastically with Yu Huan:
"...Although this intro was hastily taken from the demo and is indeed a bit rough, the structure and arrangement of your piece have truly earned praise from Teacher Liang and the others. Once the official arrangement is used and the post-production is carefully polished, the overall quality of the song will skyrocket!"
Lin Yourong walked to Yu Huan's side and smiled as she continued, "Yes, I also think the melody of this song is really great."
Hu Jiyan nodded, then turned his chin and asked Lin Yourong, "Lin Su, the vocal parts for these two songs are almost finished. What are your plans for the rest of the time? I don't think I have anything else to do this afternoon, so I'll leave it to you."
Lin Yourong, who had already made plans, immediately said, "Brother Hu, I feel that there are some parts of 'Red Silk' that are not emotionally full enough. I would like to do some additional recordings."
Hu Jiyan immediately gave her a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Lin Su, the way you record songs without relying on post-production vocal editing, but by recording again and again to strive for the best performance, is what a true singer should be like."
Upon hearing Hu Jiyan's praise, Lin Yourong smiled and said, "Brother Hu, you flatter me."
Yu Huan had listened to the demo of "Red-Clad Ladies" before, and even though he thought it was already very good and had met his expectations.
But at this moment, he also smiled and echoed his wife: "Good works need to be carefully polished. They not only need to be amazing to people at first listen, but also need to stand the test of time so that they can become classic works that remain in people's hearts for a long time."
Lin Yourong playfully patted Yu Huan's arm, about to comment that his words were really pretentious and empty.
A classic work that will remain in people's hearts for a long time?
It's already good enough if you can become extremely popular for a short time!
The next moment, Hu Jiyan nodded and said, "Lin Su, your meticulous attitude will definitely broaden your musical path. In short, I fully support your desire to do a re-recording!"
Yu Huan stood beside Hu Jiyan, watching the fluctuating audio tracks on the screen.
He said with some curiosity, "Brother Hu, could you play the raw audio you just recorded? Since you said it was a one-take, I'd like to hear how it turned out."
Hu Jiyan nodded without hesitation and replied, "Okay, 'The Wind on the Way Home' was recorded in two parts. I'll cut them out first. It's just a matter of moving my fingers." After saying that, he turned around and reached for the mouse.
A moment later, Hu Jiyan manipulated the mouse and clicked play.
He stopped what he was doing and leaned back against the chair.
At the same time, the somewhat rough prelude to "The Wind on the Way Home" started playing in the control room.
During a moment of leisure, Hu Jiyan glanced back and saw a pair of hands clasped together.
It seems like it's still the little hand holding the big hand? Lin Su took the initiative to hold Xiao Yu's hand?
He was momentarily taken aback.
After a moment of surprise, he quickly turned around, a knowing look on his face.
He already had some suspicions about the relationship between the two, but he never expected them to stand behind him so openly and hold hands...
"To cross the fire of this world~"
"To experience the burning silence of a lifetime..."
A pure and penetrating voice echoed in the control room.
Yu Huan listened intently, nodding repeatedly, her heart filled with admiration.
No wonder he got it right on the first try!
As a raw, unedited recording, with its clear timbre and full emotion, it deserves full marks.
My wife's singing is truly amazing; it's like she's listened to a CD, every note is so precise.
As the demo of "The Wind on the Way Home" neared its end, and the last note faded, a brief silence fell over the control room.
"Old—" Yu Huan subconsciously started to say, but quickly swallowed the rest of the word and said instead, "Your singing is amazing!"
Upon hearing Yu Huan's praise, Lin Yourong could no longer suppress a radiant smile.
She nodded her chin and said, "Yes, I also think the effect is better than I expected."
Hu Jiyan turned around and looked at the two people chatting and laughing. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the two of them really were a good match.
Of course, it's not just about looks; they're also a good match in terms of talent.
One is a talented music creator, and the other is a singer with superb singing skills.
Hu Jiyan asked with a smile, "Lin Su, do you have any specific ideas about supplementing the recording of 'The Red-Clad Actress'?"
After a moment's thought, Lin Yourong said earnestly, "We need to express the parts where the emotions are not strong enough more deeply, especially in certain parts of the opera singing. I think we can strengthen the expressiveness of those parts."
Hu Jiyan nodded in agreement and said enthusiastically, "Sure, we have time now anyway, let's record a few more and choose the best ones later."
"Well, thank you."
"No need to thank me, just like I said, don't be so polite with me." Hu Jiyan waved his hand hastily, then turned around and touched the mouse.
Yu Huan squeezed his wife's soft little hand, turned his head and leaned close to her ear, his eyes full of trust, and said, "I've told you everything I need to tell you. Now it's up to you to figure it out."
His voice was soft, but full of encouragement.
Whether it was emotional expression, rhythmic control such as stress, or even pronunciation and articulation, Yu Huan had meticulously reviewed everything with her beforehand, showing her utmost care and dedication.
Of course, he was quite satisfied with the recording results, but his wife had high expectations of him.
"My dear, you've worried so much about me—"
"That's only right," Yu Huan quickly interrupted her.
"Hmm~" Lin Yourong smiled gently, "Then I'll go to the recording studio and calm down to think about it some more."
Say it.
She turned slightly and just as she let go of Yu Huan's hand, he grabbed it again in the next moment.
Yu Huan first silently called out "Wife" in front of her, and then said with concern, "Don't be too hard on yourself. There are no perfect things. Just be good enough and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
“I know~” Lin Yourong nodded slightly.
She felt the fingers holding her hand loosen, then turned around and walked toward the recording studio door.
Yu Huan turned her gaze away from her back and glanced at Hu Jiyan, who was manipulating the mouse, seemingly working on the post-production of "The Wind on the Way Home".
It's best not to stand here, lest you disturb their work...
With this thought in mind, Yu Huan slowly returned to the sofa and sat down.
Time passes minute by minute.
Yu Huan was browsing Tianya Forum, her fingers swiping across the screen. Occasionally, she would be drawn to some funny posts from silly netizens, and a slight smile would appear on her lips.
But his thoughts kept drifting to his wife behind the glass partition, occasionally glancing at her focused and attentive expression.
After an unknown amount of time, a pleasant ringtone suddenly sounded in the quiet control room.
Time is something that catches you off guard.
The familiar melody, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the tranquility.
Xing Yujia was picking up a disposable plastic cup and taking a sip of water when she saw her phone on the coffee table vibrating and playing "Echoes of the Rainbow." She quickly looked down to examine the caller ID on the screen.
Once he saw the words "Sister Ru" clearly, he immediately reached out his left hand and swiped to answer the call.
"Sunny days may bring rain—" The ringing stopped abruptly.
She held the phone to her ear and called out softly, "Sister Ru."
Hearing the words on the other end of the phone, Xing Yujia nodded and spoke softly:
"We're all in the recording studio, the usual place."
"it is good."
Seeing that she had hung up the phone, Yu Huan smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Has Sister Ru finished everything? Has she come over yet?"
Xing Yujia put down her phone and replied, "It should be sorted out by now. Sister Ru is downstairs; she called to ask where we are."
"Oh."
Yu Huan responded softly, then glanced at the wall clock.
The hands moved slowly and steadily, and now the hour hand pointed to five o'clock.
He put his phone back in his pocket, slowly got up, stretched, and loosened his slightly stiff shoulders.
(End of this chapter)