novelraw Chapter 37 Is being too well protected a blessing?
Chapter 37 Is being too well protected a blessing?
Song Ze looked at the few lines of text on the screen.
The input method is to tap your finger lightly.
Thanks.
After sending, press the mute button.
The phone was placed upside down on the edge of the metal control panel.
On the 72-track analog mixing console, indicator lights flashed densely.
He put on his monitoring headphones and turned on the fader for the first audio track.
The other hand is on the MIDI keyboard.
The system panel flashed briefly at the edge of my field of vision.
[Skill Trigger: Music Composition, Master Level (420/1000)]
Music theory knowledge unfolds in the brain.
The audio tracks are layered one after another.
The rhythm group lays the foundation first.
The timpani sample was precisely placed on the downbeat of the measure.
We must produce an industrial-grade product that completely surpasses the TV series version of "Liang Liang".
The iced Americano in the paper cup was empty.
The second cup was empty.
The ice in the third glass melted into cloudy water.
Song Ze leaned back in his swivel chair and rubbed his dry, sore eyes.
On the three LCD screens, hundreds of audio tracks were neatly arranged.
I stayed up all night.
The verses, chorus, and basic orchestral arrangement—the semi-finished demo has finished its rendering progress.
The cell phone next to me, which was used for external communications, suddenly started flashing wildly.
The vibrations tore a hole in the quiet space.
He glanced at the clock.
It is 7:10 a.m.
Press the answer button.
Hong Jie's capable voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Yifei has changed her mind."
"Don't wait three days. Bring what you've prepared now."
"Before 8 o'clock, I've sent you the location via WeChat, shed number one in Yanjiao."
The call was immediately disconnected.
Song Ze held his phone, his fingertips rubbing the metal frame.
Is the investor trying to put pressure on him by inspecting the goods in advance so they can find an excuse to kick him out?
Or was Liu Yifei himself inspired by that dry demo and desperately needed to find a concrete outlet?
In either case, you have to accept it.
He exported the lossless audio, unplugged the USB drive, and stuffed it into his pocket.
I grabbed my coat and put it on.
She has dark circles under her eyes, and her hair is messy and she's too lazy to take care of it.
He simply pushed the door open and went out.
The taxi kept stopping and starting on the congested ring road in Yanjing.
Song Ze sat in the back row, repeatedly considering the potential obstacles he might encounter.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of a gray-white building.
The exterior has no unnecessary decorations, not even a doorplate.
He entered the six-digit password that Sister Hong had sent him.
The glass door popped open.
Walk through the extremely long corridor and push open the soundproof door at the end.
The four walls are covered with pure white sound-absorbing material.
The corner was piled high with equipment worth tens of millions.
On the carpet in the center of the room sat a Steinway grand piano.
Liu Yifei sat on the piano bench.
No assistant, no security, not even foundation.
Her long hair was casually gathered at the back of her head, with a few strands falling loosely on her neck.
Half of the white shirt hem was tucked into the washed blue jeans.
He was in an extremely relaxed state.
Hearing the door hinges turn, she stopped what she was doing and turned her head.
Song Ze walked over, reached into his pocket, and took out a USB drive.
"Sister Yifei, the half-finished demo was finished overnight."
As he was about to walk toward the control panel, Liu Yifei raised an arm to stop him.
"Don't release it yet."
She spoke very softly, with the casualness of someone who hadn't fully woken up early.
"I listened to that dry audio clip from the TV series 'Liang Liang' on repeat all night last night."
She withdrew her hand and turned to face the piano keys.
"Starting from the early hours of the morning, a melody kept playing in my head."
"I don't understand your logic of composing music. I just feel that the lyrics are meant to be paired with this kind of melody."
He paused for a moment with both hands, then pressed down with his fingertips.
A steady opening in C major.
Then, without warning, it shifts to a faint, tragic key.
Song Ze's previously casual standing posture straightened up.
The piano music didn't stop.
After a subdued string of chords, the scale suddenly rises.
Go straight into the sky.
It evokes an irresistible sense of pathos and destiny.
The impact force hits the eardrum directly.
Song Ze's breath hitched for a second.
This melody is extremely similar to the main melody he painstakingly extracted.
We hadn't met even once beforehand.
There was no prior communication.
The two submitted almost identical answers to the same question.
The last bass chord fell, triggering a faint low-frequency resonance in the recording studio.
Liu Yifei withdrew his hands and placed them on his knees.
She turned around.
"Isn't it too heavy?"
"As a movie OST, I'm afraid the investors won't like such a huge structure."
Song Ze did not respond.
He strode to the control panel, pulled off the dust cover, and plugged the USB drive into the port.
Locate the file and double-click it.
The melody from earlier flowed out from the four monitor speakers.
With the addition of an orchestra, the sense of weight and depth increased more than tenfold.
Liu Yifei froze on the spot.
She stared at the loudspeaker, then fixed her gaze firmly on Song Ze.
"This is also the melody I prepared for you."
Song Zeping stated it in a straightforward manner.
Just this one sentence.
The barriers of class and seniority that stood between the two crumbled instantly.
Liu Yifei suddenly stood up and strode to the control panel.
She tapped the audio track waveform on the screen with her finger.
"This place is not right."
"In the two bars before the chorus, the snare drum was played too hard, and all the tension of the pauses was eaten up."
Song Ze pulled out the wheelchair, sat down, and grasped the mouse.
"Remove the snare drum and replace it with a double bass, an octave lower, sustained notes. The foundation is still there."
He deleted the red track and brought up the cello plugin.
Play a preview.
The deep, rough friction of the cello filled the void.
The sense of tragedy was amplified many times over.
Liu Yifei nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, that's the feeling."
"Before the second chorus, I want to add a vocal chant. Not a gorgeous bel canto, but an ethereal one, even with a slightly cracked, dry quality."
Song Ze moved the mouse so fast that it left afterimages.
"There's a conflict in the low frequencies; the cello and timpani are all crammed together, and it sounds filthy."
"I use sidechain compression so that the cello's volume automatically shifts to avoid it the moment the drum hits."
The envelope was drawn in a few seconds.
When played again, the previously muddy bass became clear and distinct.
She's in charge of inspiration.
He used technology to solidify the parameters.
The two of them found themselves in a situation where no one else could get a word in edgewise.
Suddenly, the white cell phone on the corner of the table lit up.
Caller ID: Mom.
Song Ze's fingers hovered in mid-air as he typed on the keyboard.
Liu Yifei glanced at it, then directly pressed the reject button with his index finger.
The phone was flipped over and placed face down on the table.
"The flute's high frequencies are too sharp; cut off another 300 Hz."
She continued to stare at the screen.
Less than three minutes.
The phone vibrated violently again.
It sizzled on the wooden tabletop, carrying a sense of relentless pressure that would not give up until the goal was achieved.
Liu Yifei's words came to an abrupt halt.
She didn't pick up her phone.
The previously relaxed shoulder and back lines are tightening inch by inch.
His back was stiff.
The air became heavy and oppressive.
Song Ze did not turn to look at her.
Asking any question at this point would only add fuel to the fire.
He quietly pushed aside his swivel chair and walked to the tea area against the wall.
I took a paper cup and pressed the button on the water dispenser to fill it halfway with warm water.
Tear open a strip of honey and squeeze it all in.
I stirred it a few times with the stirring stick.
He walked back, and the glass was silently pushed to Liu Yifei's side.
Stopped ten centimeters away from the frantically vibrating phone.
Song Ze sat back down in front of the computer and put on his monitoring headphones.
With eyes fixed on the screen, continue dragging the audio bar.
They forcibly blocked out any noise or disturbance from the surrounding area.
The vibrations finally stopped.
The screen went dark.
A wisp of extremely thin white steam rose from the rim of the paper cup.
Liu Yifei stretched out his hand and placed his fingertips on the cup.
Heat penetrates the skin.
She lowered her head and took a small sip from the rim of the glass.
The back, which had been taut to the extreme, slumped down slightly in the warm water.
The only sound in the room was the hum of the computer's fan.
"Song Ze".
She held the paper cup, staring at the honey water swaying slightly inside.
"Do you think it's lucky or unlucky for someone to be so well protected?"