blenderwars Chapter 92 was recorded so well!
Chapter 92 was recorded so well!
In the recording studio.
Jiang Bai took off his headphones and listened carefully to this ninth version of "Baby".
"This version is barely listenable."
"Hmm... the languid feeling is there, and that 'half-awake, half-asleep' feeling is coming together to lull me to sleep."
Although, given his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, he could still nitpick the details, such as making the guitar harmonics a little louder.
but--
He raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
"Hiss—it's too late!"
"If we linger a little longer, that rock musician over there will be closing time!"
Moreover, he had to find a place to remove his makeup, change back into men's clothing, and then change back into women's clothing.
Going through this whole process is so time-sensitive, it's like fighting a war.
We can't record anymore!
"Okay! This version will do!"
Jiang Bai made a quick decision and gestured to A-Qiang in the control room:
"Teacher, there's no need to record anymore, I'm very satisfied."
Ah-Qiang, standing behind the glass, had a look of "not quite satisfied," as if he wanted to hear it a tenth or eleventh time.
Jiang Bai pushed open the door, unplugged the USB drive containing the accompaniment music, and put it in his pocket.
"I'll leave the post-production work to you as soon as possible."
Ah Qiang patted his chest, his eyes as firm as if he were making a military pledge:
Don't worry, girl!
"I'm not sleeping tonight! I'll stay up all night to make it for you!"
"I'll definitely tune it to Grammy-quality sound!"
"Thanks!"
Jiang Bai didn't waste any more words. She slung her guitar over her shoulder, lifted her skirt, and rushed out of the studio like a gust of wind.
Ah Qiang saw him off to the door, his reluctant gaze making it seem as if he were saying goodbye to his own daughter.
"Come again soon, girl! You absolutely must come to me to record your next song!"
"I'll give you a discount! A complete break-in!"
Inside the studio.
As Jiang Bai's figure disappeared through the doorway, a faint fragrance seemed to linger in the air.
Ah-Qiang remained in that waving goodbye pose, his eyes glazed over, as if he were reliving a beautiful dream.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
"This is incredible..."
Just then.
Public rest area outside.
The three energetic young men who had been playing games had finally finished a ranked match.
The blond-haired leader put down his phone, stretched, and seeing that Ah Qiang was still standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but walk over and pat him on the shoulder:
"Hey, Qiang, what's up?"
"Your soul is gone?"
Yellow Hair glanced towards the door and teased:
"Did that beautiful woman leave?"
"Judging from your expression...did the recording fail?"
Another young man joined in, with a "I knew it" expression on his face:
"Oh, that's normal."
"These good-looking ordinary people usually have a terrible singing voice."
"And to record two original songs? That would be an even bigger disaster."
"Brother Qiang, don't be depressed. This order will probably take half a month to process. Let's go have some barbecue tonight to cheer ourselves up."
Several people clearly had no hope for "amateur original works".
In their eyes, Ah Qiang's distraught appearance must be a result of being tormented by the ear-piercing noise.
however.
Ah Qiang slowly turned his head and looked at his disappointing teammates.
shook his head.
"It's not that the recording failed."
"It's been recorded."
"Recorded?" The blond-haired guy was taken aback. "So fast? Two songs recorded already? How long has it been?"
"Then what are you spacing out for!"
Ah Qiang took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with a light that seemed to say, "Witnessing history."
"I'm spacing out..."
"It's because the recording was so good."
"It's so good that I feel our shabby studio can't contain this big Buddha."
He pointed to the waveform on the computer screen, his tone extremely serious:
"Brothers, believe me."
"These two original songs... are going to be hits."
"The kind of fire that's incredibly big!"
"ha?!"
The three friends looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.
"Brother Qiang, are you still half asleep?"
"An amateur can become famous with their very first song? Is it really that easy to make it in the music industry these days?"
Ah Qiang didn't explain.
He stood up abruptly, grabbed the blond-haired man, and dragged him into the control room, then shouted outside:
"Stop playing that crappy game!"
"Come in, all of you!"
"Put your phone down! Put your ears on!"
"Let me show you what heavenly music truly is!"
Several people squeezed into the cramped control room, half believing and half doubting.
Ah-Qiang turned up the volume of the monitor speaker.
The first song played was the energetic "Love You".
"Da da da~"
As soon as the intro started, the expressions on their faces remained nonchalant.
But the moment the first human voice rang out—
"Ho Baby, say more sweet nothings~"
The cigarette that Huang Mao had just taken out fell to the ground with a thud.
The other two people's eyes widened instantly.
Before they could even recover from this "sweet attack,"
Ah-Qiang changed the song again.
"baby".
"My darling, I'll give you something sweet."
That gentle voice, so tender it reached the very core, instantly filled the entire room.
The three young men, who had been laughing and joking, were now frozen in place as if under a spell. Their expressions changed from shock to enjoyment, and finally to fascination.
The song ended.
The room was deathly silent.
A full five seconds passed.
Holy crap!!!
The three of them spoke in unison, bursting forth with a national treasure from the depths of their souls.
The blond-haired man grabbed his hair, looking utterly devastated.
"This...this is the song sung by that girl just now?!"
"This is an amateur?! This singing is even more stable than those tracks edited by million-dollar audio engineers!"
"It's so beautiful! I feel like my soul has been purified!"
Ah Qiang looked at them smugly:
"How about it? Didn't I tell you it was going to be a hit?"
"Fire! It has to be a fire!"
"Brother Qiang! Hurry up and get the post-production done! Our studio's chances of turning things around depend on these two songs!"
……
Jiang Bai didn't stop for a moment after leaving "Muxiang Recording Studio".
Like a skilled secret agent, he plunged into a nearby secluded public toilet.
Ten minutes later.
That artistic and aloof "forest girl" has disappeared.
Instead, there was a young man dressed in a simple white T-shirt, jeans, and a black baseball cap, radiating sunshine and vigor.
"call……"
"Female character offline, male character logged in."
"Time to record that battle anthem that belongs to men!"
"My Future Is Not a Dream..."
"Superstar, here I come!"
Jiang Bai pulled down his hat brim and, following the agreed address, took a taxi straight to Thunder Studio, a few kilometers away.