"He is no longer conscious. Now the opportunity is in front of you. Kill him and I can help you deal with the rest." Lu Chuan reached for the knife on the table next to him and handed it to Moozawa Shaqiu. Momozawa Shaqiu looked at Ren Yitaro in front of him, and grabbed the knife handed over by Lu Chuan. Looking at the crazy Ren Yitaro. Moozawa Shaqiu collapsed on the ground in pain. Chapter 144: Talent is really good Without any premeditation, Moozawa Shaqiu was suddenly asked to kill someone. Moozawa Shaqiu was stunned for a moment. "You can't move your hands, can you?" "That's it."
Lu Chuan turned around and grabbed the door handle and opened the door. "Are you going?" Lu Chuan's words shocked Moozawa Shaqiu who was lying on the ground. She stood up slowly while holding on to the ground, looking dazed and at a loss. Her complicated emotions towards prosecutor Ren Yitaro made her hesitate. Moozawa Shaqiu stood up and shook her body slightly. The age-old fleeting pain seemed to have ended with the death of the tuner and the prosecutor's dementia. The small and delicate face is full of entanglement and pain. The temperature in the room was low, but there was a little sweat on her forehead. Lu Chuan didn't speak to urge her anymore and stood there quietly waiting for her decision. Moozawa Shaqiu purses her lips Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked behind Lu Chuan and chose to leave. That's it, enough with the death of the mixer. Lu Chuan, who was standing next to her, put his arm around her shoulders and patted her gently to comfort her. "It's not your fault." Lu Chuan comforted her. After leaving the room, Lu Chuan closed the door again. Kenichi Ichimon and Keishi Minema were standing at the door. It was obvious that they had just left and returned. Lu Chuan glanced at the door and then looked at the two of them. Their eyes met, and the gestures made the two of them immediately understand what Lu Chuan meant.
It was not until Lu Chuan left with Moozawa Shaqiu that the two entered the room. He decisively sent Ren Yitaro on his way... Inside the recording company. The unique romance of the soothing movement sounded in the recording studio. Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita sang under the lights, "Ultramarine", an extremely difficult light and high-pitched piece. "语れるほどの梦とか小さくなった开りさえ~~~~ 无くしてしまうとこだった君はなぜだろう热かい~~~~ 优しかった时のココロtakeり戻せウソツキと花ばれていいから~~~~ 鸟を chase い か け て bare feet で 駆 け 出 青 く 色 ま っ て い く よ ~~~~~ どれほど远いのか知らんけどNow すぐ海を见たいのだ~~~~~ Tomorrow and the future are good and the future is good~~~~ こだまするようにその名前をcalled ぶ転んでriseき上がる~~~~ Servant はここにいるすでにもうmiracle flower が咲いているよ~~~~” A few lyrics have the power to calm the mind. She closed her eyes slightly and imagined the recording studio as a stage. The theme of freedom was performed, and the joyful and enjoyable music brought great enjoyment to everyone present. Ultramarine, the masterpiece that kicked off the blue era in Tokyo, was played with great perfection by Mrs. Tachibana. Everyone in the recording studio looked at Tachibana Yamashita with bright eyes, as if they had found a treasure. The new intern assistant outside the door also clasped his hands and made a gesture of prayer. Ultramarine, which ushered in the Blue Age, was once known as the Color Balloon. The song's colorful and energetic melody has become a haven for countless fans. On the roof that protects you from the rain, music brings comfort! The former Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita is now so dazzling that many people can’t come back to their senses for a long time after a song is recorded. The closed window of the recording studio was opened by the assistant, letting in the sunlight. Staff members passing by the corridor gathered in small groups, looking at Yamashita Tachibana through the recording studio window and whispering. Singers and staff who came to record were sitting on many chairs in the corridor. Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita glanced sideways out of the window and bowed her head shyly when she saw a lot of people. The sound engineer immediately applauded after recording the sound. "Okay!! This song "Ultramarine" is completely different from the original one, so there is basically no need to tune it."
"Really?" Yamashita Tachibana raised his eyes in surprise, full of disbelief. In terms of professional abilities, she didn't have any specific knowledge about herself, so she couldn't help but get excited when she heard the sound engineer say this. The light outside the window added to her elegance, and the sound engineer's praises and comments were even more eloquent. "This song is really well interpreted, evoking memories of youth while conveying eager expectations for the future. This kind of wonderful sense of substitution that allows people to sing and dance on balloons and enjoy life to the fullest is something that few people can achieve. " Yamashita Tachibana, who blushed at the praise, felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and spoke softly. "Thank you for the compliment, but I feel like my professional ability is not that strong." “Although there are some flaws, professional abilities can be practiced. For example, the breathing frequency and melody transitions should be made as soft as possible. I will explain it in detail and adjust it slightly before recording again. " Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita nodded in understanding. When her lack of professional knowledge was revealed in one sentence, she lowered her head in shame, and her expression became a little more eager to try. The sound engineer obviously saw what she expected and stopped trying to be tight-lipped. "Your talent is really good. According to my understanding of music after being a recording engineer for so long, I can feel freedom and the expectation of unlimited possibilities in the songs. This is the most precious..." dong dong dong- There was a knock on the door, and the sound recordist's words suddenly stopped. "Please come in." The door of the recording studio was opened, and the tedious sounds of people walking and talking in the corridor suddenly poured into the recording room. "Teacher, the next Miss Sato is ready." "Let her wait a few minutes." "Ok." After a brief conversation, the assistant left the recording room and closed the door. "Ms. Yamashita, please improve and try another song." After receiving guidance, Yamashita Tachibana recorded "Ultramarine" again. This song was originally intended to be the growth history of an art student. Interpretation of art, regardless of high or low, will bring positive value. Everyone has the right to appreciate it. Even if it has been polluted and modified in various ways, those who can appreciate it can feel that it is truly matters is not the experience itself, but the interpretation of the experience. Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita sang this song based on her experience, and modified the details.
Undoubtedly the icing on the cake! This piece of music is progressed to a point where it truly emerges from the mire and remains unsullied. She no longer paid attention to worldly opinions and rhetoric, closed her eyes to block out all the noise and injected soul into this song! When the song ended, the recording engineer even stood up and applauded. "Okay, okay! The interpretation is really perfect. This song is tailor-made for you." "Thank you for your guidance." Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita's lips curved upward, obviously happy with the sound engineer's affirmation. "It's due to Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita's talent, just like Miss Sasuke, whom the assistant just said was waiting outside the door. Yesterday I recorded a song for her. No matter how I adjusted it or explained it, it was just beautiful and soulless. Her singing is like milk tea without the pearls, rising and falling along the tune, but singing along without any ’s not like your singing adds depth and thickness to the song. " The sound engineer recognized Yamashita Tachibana with extremely professional comments. And the Miss Sasuke Fujishasa he was talking about was sitting outside the door and heard all these "harsh" comments. At present, Sasuke Fujishasa has attracted a large number of fans outside the Internet with his cover of ivory tower, and has suddenly transformed from an eighth-tier singer to a third-tier celebrity. There were many singers and staff sitting in the corridor outside the recording room, and the sound of the recording engineer could be vaguely heard. Most of them focused their attention on the bright-looking Sasuke Tosho, who gritted his teeth and frowned. After hearing what the sound engineer said, she clenched her fists and suppressed her anger. The sound engineer's words were like a silent slap, hitting her hard on the face! She was not satisfied with the recording several times yesterday, but the recording company had limited recording time. So she could only take the finished product and leave. After returning home, the more she listened to it, the more she felt it was defective. So today she made another appointment for recording, planning to re-record yesterday's song. As a result, while waiting, I heard the sound engineer say something like this! Chapter 145: Vanity, Satisfaction, Trampling No matter how good the woman in the room sings, she is just a newcomer with poor professional skills. She is not as well-known as Sasuke Fujishasa, and the emotional substitution is just a matter of finding the right song. Why compare her with a newcomer? Sasuke Tosho took a deep breath and stood up, suppressing his anger! Her original plan to re-record the song was disrupted, and she left the corridor on high heels. As a result, as soon as she reached the elevator entrance, she heard two assistants chatting in the tea room, and her name was mentioned in the conversation.
This made her stop and listen to the conversation. “The Ultramarine sang by Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita is so beautiful~ It really makes me feel like I’m in a hot air balloon.” "Yes, what the sound engineer said just now is right. Miss Sasuke Fujishasa sang without any emotion at all yesterday. It sounded weird." “I don’t know why she became popular with her cover of ivorytower. I’ve heard the video of that song being performed live. Not even half as good as Mrs. Tachibana Yamashita. "