Chapter 144 Deciding on Lyrics

After lunch, Xu Ying became depressed. She spent several hours in the morning without writing a sentence.

When she returned to the dormitory, she saw Ye Chu getting ready to sleep, and couldn't help asking: "Ye Xiaochu, what should I do if I can't write?"

"Huh?" Ye Chu was confused for a moment and said, "You can first decide a theme for your lyrics, and then write the lyrics around this theme."

Xu Ying's dancing is very good, but she is not good at composing lyrics and music, but she did not show any objection when Ye Chu suggested it. This shows that she is not a girl without a sense of responsibility and challenge.

She is willing to challenge her shortcomings.

"Theme? I've thought about it a lot, but my mind is blank." Xu Ying shook her head, feeling a little frustrated.

"Perhaps you can look for biographies of historical figures..." Ye Chusan rolled over from the bottom bunk to the upper bunk, and then quickly got into bed.

Wuhu~

Happy in bed.

Since she has been with this group of young people for a long time, her mentality seems to be much younger.

"Okay..." Xu Ying began to read the "Dictionary of Commonly Used Words" and set a goal for herself. She must complete the lyrics before three-thirty in the afternoon, even if the paper is full of illogical logic.

Zhang Luoyang and Xue Xiao both went to visit, and we agreed to go to the practice room at 6:30 in the evening to hand in the results, and then finish the lyrics tonight.

Ye Chu slept until 3:30. When he got up and saw that there was no one in the dormitory, he rolled over from the upper bunk and went down without using the ladder. Then he slowly took out the pen and paper from the suitcase and spread them out on the table.

"What the hell, martial arts master?" The young lady watching the surveillance suddenly saw someone getting up from a deep sleep in dormitory 404. She thought she would get out of bed slowly, but she jumped directly from the top bunk without any injuries.

This world is fantasy!

Ye Chu suddenly turned around and glanced at the surveillance camera. That glance almost frightened the surveillance lady, as if she had been caught spying on others.

For a stylized song to be recited, the words must have warmth and depth.

Ye Chu thought about it briefly, the ancient myths were very good, maybe he could write an ancient history of the flower-growing country.

But this is not the first time, so there is nothing new.

Opera elements can be added, and the whole scene will be thick enough during the performance.

"That's Ye Chu." Another young lady stood behind the surveillance lady and said, "She is quite powerful and is suitable to be an idol, but the director team is very taboo about her."

"Then she has no hope of debuting?" the surveillance lady said in a low voice.

"Well, it's basically impossible."

Ye Chu sat on a chair and meditated. The lyrics of a song should rhyme, be smooth, and have explosive points.

Of course, the theme must be positive.

So Ye Chu took up the pen and wrote on the paper: The dry trees and grass in the southern mountains are deep, the clouds are rolling over the east fence and laughter is growing wildly, in troubled times, the sky is ups and downs, and disputes suddenly arise...

No, these lyrics are too stingy.

Change! Ye Chu crumpled the paper into balls and threw them into the trash can. Why not just use Dongpo Ci?

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest. Why not whistling and walking slowly? The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse. Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain.

Very deep.

It seems that more than 20 years ago, there was a program that sang Dongpo's lyrics.

Scrap another manuscript.

Maybe there is no need to pursue domineering power. Ye Chu has a new structure in his mind, and the pen in his hand gradually outlines beautiful colors.

At half past six, the seven people went to the practice room to report their results as scheduled. Throughout the whole day, everyone visited almost every corner of the studio, and the lyrics were changed one version after another.

"Mulan was written by Ou Shirui and I." Ji Xi pasted her and Ou Shirui's lyrics on the board and pressed them down with magnets, while the others posted their own lyrics on the wall.

"Ye Chu, where's yours?" Ji Xi saw that Ye Chu hadn't come up with the lyrics for a long time. Everyone had made an appointment before, no matter how much they wrote, they had to come out and read them.

"Don't panic." Ye Chu picked up the sponsored drink bottle, unscrewed the lid, poured out a roll of paper, pushed it open and put it on it.

"You are really good at hiding, hahaha." Zhang Luoyang laughed.

"Is this small regular script? It's so beautiful." Ou Shirui asked when she saw the small regular script on it.

"Yeah." Ye Chu nodded, "The font is not important, let's look at the content first, and each introduce his own theme."

"I wrote Hua Mulan, who kills all the enemies on the battlefield, and does not show mercy to women. I also composed the music for you to take a look at." Ji Xi pointed to his own lyrics and said.

At this time, the cameraman came over to take a close-up. At a glance, he saw Ye Chu's words spread out among several pieces of paper, and he must take a close-up shot later.

Ou Shirui continued: "I wrote about Hua Mulan after the war. In this case, the tune should not be as domineering as Sister Xi."

Then there are Zhang Luoyang and Li Naliang.

"Farewell My Concubine" has always been a topic that has been passed down through the ages. As famous as Mulan, the wise and resourceful Overlord Wu Jiang witnessed Yu Ji's death before committing suicide. It was an unforgettable tragedy, in which Yu Ji was also the protagonist, but Yu Ji's death

It also indicates that the Overlord will not last long."

"Ah, I feel that your writing is great, and the depth of the theme exceeds mine." Li Nara pointed to his own lyrics and said: "The hazy and poetic mood of the Jiangnan water town is what I have felt since I was a child, so my lyrics are biased towards

Small freehand brushwork.”

Everyone nodded and looked at Li Nara's lyrics carefully. Compared with the previous ones, the style was indeed different.

Looking at Xu Ying again, her poems only have six short sentences, and her wording is also quite messy, so I skip it.

Ci En's Japanese lyrics have been translated by Ye Chu. Generally speaking, they conform to the Japanese classical style, but are different from Chinese style, so they cannot be used. Ci En said that this is the first time she has written lyrics, and she can keep the word herself.

"Ye Xiaochu, what you wrote seems to be different from ours." Zhang Luoyang looked at Ye Chu's lyrics and felt that Ye Chu's lyrics had a fairy-tale air in them.

If we say that they wrote about mortal characters, Ye Chu wrote about heavenly beings.

"Wow, I really like your words. They split the rivers and mountains and pour like rain." It feels very grand, isn't it?

"My words alone are not enough. I made some observations and maybe we can synthesize them," Ye Chu said.

"I think so too." Ji Xi crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

So Xu Ying and Ci En were responsible for recording the lyrics, and everyone began to discuss them line by line.

In the end, the theme was set on Farewell My Concubine, and a large number of lyrics by Ji Xi and Ye Chu were used, and several words by Li Nara were also used.

In this way, everyone can participate, and everyone's name can be written in the lyrics.

"I think many elements can be added to this song. First of all, Chinese-style lyrics and tunes can be integrated into opera elements, such as Laosheng, and then modern electronic music can be integrated." Ji Xi suggested.
Chapter completed!