Jinran didn't listen to what the following meeting was saying. He only knew that Jiang Chuan, who was sitting beside him, had always looked bad, while he was busy sitting restless and full of his mind, "Singing and asking me to sing, how could I do anything, I sing next to him. There is a Sid doing the comparison next to him. Isn't the crew going to mess with me? Isn't this going to embarrass the whole world?"... In Jinran's thoughts, the meeting finally ended in a torment. People on the producers, please Jinran and Sid go to the composer adapted from "Pirate Career"-

I have to say that even though Mandello was wearing a vest, he still had a wide connection and could find various resources. The composer who was responsible for the adaptation of the poem "Pirate Career" was a senior who had retired for many years. Mr. Ross was an Italian. He made the second movie "Proud Bone" directed by young Peter for a song "The Legend of Flame" that year, "The Legend of Flame" was widely paid attention before the movie was released. Now, if people mention World War II romance, the prelude to "The Legend of Flame" will automatically ring in their minds. Whether on the streets, in restaurants, or in cars, this song is often taken out and played repeatedly.

A good song can still resonate with the soul even if it is listened to tens of thousands of times.

Peter seemed to want to copy the route of "Proud Bone Cold Plum" that was once again popular, and because "Proud Bone Cold Plum" itself has become very well-known as a classic film, and the composer of "The Legend of Flames" has made a comeback. If the sailing film they are about to shoot can be hyped up, maybe it will really have some effect...

After entering the recording studio, he thought about this and that for a while, and he seemed absent-minded and distracted-he knew that the people who played music had more or less weird tempers, and the old people who played music implemented this principle 100% to the end. So when he saw Mr. Ross, the other party looked him up and down, and the first sentence he said was so rude that he was not surprised at all.

"I have heard your songs, and they are very mediocre. At your level, I can't sing the "Pirate Career" I want."

He listened to his impolite words numbly, and his knees became weak, and he almost wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the old man on the spot and beg to let go.

At this time, Jiang Chuan, who was standing behind the young black-haired man who didn't want him to participate in the theme song singing, sneered very impolitely, and quietly stepped on him with a broken heart. Then he smiled dryly and turned to see the director Peter who decided to let him sing the theme song - the latter looked back at him expressionlessly: "He said the same thing to Craslily back then, and the poor girl was depressed for three or four days. In the end, "The Legend of Flames" was still popular half the sky."

Craslily is the singer of "The Legend of Flames". Her voice is ethereal and high. She has been a permanent female singer in Jinran's computer player for a long time.

When Jinran heard that even the goddess was so black, he felt a little relieved. At this time, he heard Mr. Ross give Sid a sentence "slick and irritable." He completely relieved himself and turned to look at Sid. There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his lips. His arrogant appearance seemed to be very dissatisfied with the old man in front of him: Thinking of this, the pure natural and pollution-free appearance that he had shown in front of Jinran before was indeed a lie.

After one person got a personal attack as the opening remark, Jinran and Sid completed their first official meeting with Mr. Ross. Because today was the first day, no one expected them to sing it immediately. So Ross just sent the lyrics of the language and paragraphs to Jinran and Sid, let them read it themselves, and then began to play the song he wrote, so that Jinran and others could understand the artistic conception-

Rose sat behind the piano and typing a bass key.

Jinran quickly looked down at the lyrics in his hand, and then found that the first part was the Chinese he was responsible for-

[My pirate dream, my mission of burning, killing, looting.

On the dark blue sea, the sea water is splashing happily,

Our heart is so free, and our thoughts are endless.]

This paragraph is marked with a bass expression. At the same time, I raised my head slightly and glanced at the piano not far away. Immediately after the initial monosyllable, a series of heavy bass sound flowed out from under Mr. Ross' fingertips. The piano sound was not monotonous at this time. The perfect sound quality of professional pianos was three-dimensional and shocking. I seemed to really see the magnificent ocean in front of me. A ship of centuries rides the wind and waves in the stormy waves. The sun sets. The work of a day ends, and sailors sing happily on the deck...

The sound of the piano echoed throughout the recording studio, and no one spoke. Director Peter stood aside with a frown and listened seriously, his fingers jumping regularly with the beat.

At this time, Ross stopped playing, and suddenly the quiet recording studio made everyone stunned. Then he heard the old man say, "Please give me the magnificent and heavy sense of history, put away the various techniques of pop music, and sing with the most essential singing - there is no professional singer in the sailor, and you don't have to worry about adding those things when singing."

At the end of this sentence, Jinran realized that he was talking to him.

He nodded in fear and fear, thinking to himself "All kinds of skills of pop music" you want me to have, I don't have, I am just a cute actor... He ran to the side silently to figure out what the so-called "magnificent sense of historical heaviness" was. Jiang Chuan also followed him and sat down next to him, pulled the folder containing the playlist out of his hand, thought for a while and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Whatever, steak? seafood?" said absent-mindedly at Rose, who was sitting behind the piano, "or beer bread stew."

Jiang Chuan pursed his lips: "I want to have spicy hot pot."

"..." Jinran raised his head and looked at the man in an open manner. After a pause, he saw that the latter looked serious and had no intention of joking. He immediately said speechlessly, "Don't be so naive? I am a native. Even if you eat, my throat will not be bad--"

Jiang Chuan's intention was immediately exposed, and he raised his hand and slapped the lyrics list on Jinran's face without much pleasure.

Jinran quickly raised his hand to try to keep his beautiful face, but of course his movements were not as fast as Jiang Chuan, so he also slapped his nose with the folder with the lyrics in his man's big hand.

At this time, Ross, not far away, smashed his hands into the high notes of the piano. The sudden high notes made Jinran tremble for a moment, and took the folder off his face and turned his head to see what happened. Then he saw Sid, who was looking at Mr. Ross expressionlessly, and Mr. Ross who was sitting behind the piano,

Ross said expressionlessly: "Let me listen to the sirens' voice."

Sid's eyes flashed.

Then his thin lips remained slightly open in a sarcastic curve, and made the first high note-

There was no buffering, no signs, and before that, he had not even done any practice of occurrence. He stepped into the perfect high-pitched realm, as if it was not a species in this world. Sid's singing was sharp but not abrupt, without making people feel the harsh sound, and there was no trembling at all. The whole pronunciation was complete and smooth. After a long string of monosyllables, Ross' facial expression remained unchanged, and his fingers were flying quickly on the keys-

Then an even more shocking scene appeared.

As Ross began to play the second piece of music, Sid's long monosyllable chant did not stop. The sound had a subtle change and perfectly combined with the piano accompaniment. It was impossible to believe that this was the first time Sid heard this song. After a performance, Ross did not stop, but began to repeat the melody of this piece after a simple timbre-

At this time, Jinran saw Sid turn his head and smile at him without any concealment.

He stared slightly with a cautious look.

"zecanbear, thebillowsfoam (expany, where the wind blows, where the sea waves roll)—"

The treble chant was completely different from the bass that was asked to be "magnificent" before, and it felt like people suddenly pushed open a window in a stuffy, humid and dark cabin. When the treble sounded, the sea breeze and sunlight tilted into the window. The whole song seemed to be pulled into another world, from the initial low and grandeur to the current passionateness-

It's like a ship sets off from the port and sets sail.

This composer Ross is really amazing.

Sid is even more powerful.

Even people like Jinran who basically don’t understand music have their hearts that are stimulated by the sound of the music and their beating rules-

When they finished the second part of the song perfectly, the entire recording studio was still in the silence of death, and could not echo for a long time. A smile finally appeared on the director Peter's arrogant and stinky face. He walked to Sid in three or two steps, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, indicating that he was doing a good job. Sid retreated slightly without a trace and fled his touch, put down the folder, and sat down on the other side of the stern.

At this time, Jinran was covering his face with a folder and rumbling in a very collapse: "I can't do it, I don't want to appear in the same song and sing the same thing as the creatures that defied the heavens - unless the song is renamed "Heaven and Hell", I am responsible for the part of the ghost crying and howling in hell..."

Sid raised his hand and touched his head: "I'm here."

After touching it, I felt that the touch was good, so I couldn't bear to take it away, so I couldn't help but touch it a few more times.

At this time, he stretched out his other hand from the other side of his mind and patted his hand open, then pulled the folder covered by the black-haired young man on his face, pinched his chin with his big hand and turned his head toward him, insisting: "Listen to you, then I won't sing anymore, have spicy hotpot to celebrate tonight."

"Hey! Shut up, Reince!" Sid stared at the top, not as cold and noble as he did when he sang before. Now he was like a puppy with only his tail caught, "If you say you don't sing, then you won't sing, who are you?"
Chapter completed!