An Yinong gave up on the theme of ‘poetic life’ that he had been pondering for two days, and instead chose the difficult-to-express theme ‘No Tomorrow’. Both the guests and the staff were a little surprised.
No, it should be called shock and incomprehension.The song he wrote before was quite complete, and the pure music version could even be said to be a masterpiece.
When he heard that the song was to be changed, the arranger was even more regretful than the creator himself. He confirmed again and again: “Do you really want to change the song? There is only one day left before the final performance. Are you sure you want to change the theme?”
“Yes.”
“Is he crazy?” Zhang Ruojun didn’t understand.
That theme was very difficult to create, and it was the most difficult to grasp among the three themes. What’s more, there were only a few hours of the day left. In such a short time, he had to compose lyrics and music, work with the band, and finally fully express it on the stage…There was no time at all!
No matter what others speculated or thought, An Yinong did not change his decision. He locked himself in the studio, skipped dinner, and immersed himself in recomposing music and lyrics, perfecting the shortcomings over and over again.
“…Life suddenly seems like a gift, and it will live up to the tea, soup, and good weather.” An Yinong thought of the past and suddenly stopped writing.
“What is the host laughing at?”
“Remembering that suicide note.”
“What suicide note?” the system asked strangely, “Host, do you want to write a suicide note?”
An Yinong shook his head: “It’s not the present, it’s the past. I rambled for three pages, but in the end I missed you a lot and never let go. I will die when I die. My teacher has no children and is not young anymore. How can he bear it when a white-haired man sends off a black-haired man? So he doesn’t want to die.”
“Taoran’s wrist was marked by a blade. If he had succeeded, the autopsy report would probably have written ‘suicide’. No autopsy report would have written: this person died of excessive mental stress or being pinched by fate.”
“If anyone in this world could see through the truth, they would know that it was not a suicide, that it was a murder.”
He lowered his head and wrote in one stroke: “Zhao Ze and those rotten people in the name of love have been committing murders, but the victims will be left to be blamed.”
Recalling the past and thinking about the present, many inspirations came to my mind. The despair and pain he had experienced in the past were all condensed into ink on the tip of his pen. When a person has a desire to talk, they can write songs very quickly. At nine o’clock in the evening, he had already finished the new song.
“Teacher, can you help me take a look?” An Yinong asked the arranger. How to use the characteristics of different instruments to enhance the music in order to achieve the best effect still required an arranger.
The arranger was already about to go to bed, but now he accompanied him to the music room with tea: “You can sing it briefly and I will listen.”
An Yinong stood there and sang the song again.
The arranger’s expression ranged from calm to astonished: “Did you really complete this in three hours? I don’t mean anything else, I just want to say…it’s very good!”
“I thought the previous “Hometown in Dreams” was amazing enough, and I’m still angry that you changed the song at last. No, it’s me who’s stupid.” He picked up the music score, “This is not a song to show off your skills, but it’s difficult. It’s not low. Even if your singing skills are slightly worse, it’s not worth the lyrics. How can you write such a song at such a young age? It seems that your life in the past year has had a huge impact on you.”
An Yinong just laughed. What affected him was not one year, but nearly ten years, a silent world without any hope.
“Without the last two verses, the entire tone of this song would be depressing and desperate. However, it is this deep darkness that can highlight the intensity of last hope.”
“Have you thought about what instruments to use to coordinate?” The arranger asked.
“Guitar.” An Yinong answered.
An Yinong thought that the arranger would object, but unexpectedly he smiled and nodded: “This song doesn’t need noisy background music. It just so happens that you can also play the guitar, so that’s good. It won’t overwhelm the performer.”
An Yinong also laughed. The subject changed temporarily and he was under great pressure. But wasn’t that what songwriting is? It was about expressing your feelings and letting your emotions out.
Time flew by to the third day. After a short period of time, all the guests were already familiar with their songs and were ready to sing on stage. They packed their luggage, got into the program crew’s car, and drove towards the TV studio with a staggering wave from the manor staff.
In fact, their program was already ready to be broadcast on TV at this time. The video was recorded two days ago, the edited and adjusted version will appear on the TV in ten minutes.
They would not officially go on stage until the first half of the recording was over. At that time, it would be a completely live broadcast.
In the car, An Yinong closed his eyes and rested, Zhang Ruojun was still familiar with the songs, and the three permanent guests were making final preparations.
The working group at the front remotely directed the staff to clean up the scene and arrange for the audience. After the guests arrived, they only had half an hour to put on makeup, so time was very tight.
“Director,” the assistant director in the studio reported to the chief in a very embarrassed manner, “Suddenly there are many young people in the audience, and they all seem to be Zhang Ruojun’s fans.”
“What’s going on? Aren’t the audience members randomly selected from all age groups?” The chief director frowned, and suddenly a group of young audience members came, and they were all Zhang Ruojun fans. He knew something was wrong. However, the live broadcast would start soon. At this time, substitution was unrealistic and would cause chaos.
“Someone moved these places.”
The veins on the chief director’s forehead jumped: “They would be happy if this show was scrapped.” He took a deep breath and asked again: “What proportion of these people are there?”
“About a third.”
This really crossed his line. One-third of the guest fans happened to be the maximum number that the chief director could tolerate.
“Fortunately, in our variety shows, we mainly rely on the judges’ scores, and we don’t give many back shots to the audience.”
“OK.”
The car quickly arrived at the parking lot of the studio.
“Hurry up.”
Most of these artists brought their own assistants and managers, and at worst there was an assistant following them. As soon as the car door opened, the guests went backstage surrounded by their assistants. Only An Yinong calmly dragged his suitcase.
When he slowly walked into the dressing room, there were people in all three positions, and An Yinong had to wait for a while.
He didn’t care much: “I won’t put on makeup. Today’s theme is not suitable.”
Today, he kept his emotions in a suppressed state. These gray and painful emotions have been suppressed, and the best place to vent and express them was when he was actually singing. So he had reservations in the previous auditions.
Zhang Ruojun’s agent at the side found An Yinong’s lifeless look boring and curled his lips.
“Ruojun, how do you feel?” The manager asked. He had been worried outside for the past three days, for fear that their cheating would be discovered by the program team.
“Very good.” Zhang Ruojun nodded. His music and lyrics were all written by professionals. Although the time was too short to write a masterpiece that would be handed down for generations, there was no problem with passing the test.
Hearing this, the agent felt relieved. He glanced at An Yinong again. This young man who suddenly blushed was shrouded in darkness, like a light that was about to be blown out in the darkness.
“Is it because I couldn’t compose a qualified song that I gave up completely?” the manager guessed in his mind.
While the guests were preparing, the audience was entering one by one.
Tang Yu stepped into the separate VIP room slowly. He was in a suit, with a delicate rose pinned to his chest. He had a smile on his face, as if he was solemnly attending his own wedding.
At the other end of the corridor, Zhao Ze, dressed in black, also walked in. His footsteps were fast and urgent, banging like bullets. The expression was a little different, it didn’t look like he was here to listen to music, but like he was there to hunt.
The two men unexpectedly met at the corner.
Zhao Ze looked at Tang Yu: This was the man who pried his corner and let his bird run away.
“It’s you, I’ve heard the name for a long time, Young Master Lu. Oh, no, it should be Mr. Tang.” Zhao Ze adjusted his cuffs, with a half-smile on his face, “Mr. Tang is admirable for his good methods and forbearance. “
Not long ago, Tang Yu made a strong appearance in a manner that no one expected. He quickly devoured several pieces of the best quality fresh meat from the ‘Huanyu Group’, which directly attracted the attention of several local groups.
Zhao Ze wanted to repeat his old tricks and cause some trouble for his company, but he didn’t expect that this man had a patent for a certain clean energy source and was planning to put it into production. The city government was protecting it and he couldn’t touch it.
“Mr. Zhao, you are a busy man with many things to do. I heard that all the projects you recently invested in have made money?” Tang Yu had a fake polite smile on his face, “You are so busy, how can you still have time to watch variety shows?”
“Where is Mr. Tang so busy? After the Huanyu Group declared bankruptcy, Mr. Tang ate the biggest piece of meat. Who in the industry wouldn’t say, “Tiger fathers have no dog sons”? Mr. Tang is not busy expanding his territory and stabilizing his pace? Are you here to listen to music?” Zhao Ze also mocked him.
Tang Yu’s smile became even brighter: “He invited me to come. No matter how busy he is, he will come. I would also like to thank Mr. Zhao for his adult beauty.” Without Zhao Ze’s blindness, how would there be opportunities for future generations?
Zhao Ze was stung by his smile and his heart ached. He still remembered the scene of An Yinong driving away in his car, and he could hardly maintain his smile.
“It’s too early to say thank you. If it doesn’t work out in the future, Mr. Tang will be embarrassed.”
“Whether you succeed or not depends on your heart and sincerity. If you eat from the bowl and look at the pot, you will definitely not succeed.” Tang Yu smiled contemptuously and stepped into the VIP room.
Seeing his proud look, Zhao Ze’s expression was distorted. In fact, Tang Yu was not as confident as he showed. An Yinong did not invite him, nor did he treat him differently. He just regarded him as his ex-boss, or he could barely call him a friend, no more than that.
Tang Yu did not tell anyone about his secret help, even though he despicably thought countless times that he could take advantage of the situation. Doing unrewarded efforts again and again is simply not like being a businessman anymore.
Afraid of being too far away and losing traces of him, afraid of being too close and losing himself. Uneasiness, apprehension, expectation, fear, bitterness and sweetness intertwined. During this period of time, Tang Yu had tasted the feeling of lovesickness that he had not experienced in more than twenty years.
“If only love was as simple as business.”
When VIP guests took their seats, ordinary audience members were also taking their seats.
Among the crowd, Tao Ran, wearing a black hat and mask, with his head lowered, followed the flow of people into the rather small studio, and sat down in the far corner. The agent sat next to him.
Tao Ran raised his head and looked at the stage. He was very thin and his face was pale. Only his eyes still had some dying light.
WhiteMoon x BlackSun 