Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1218, Section 478: Director Li is Mighty! A Corner of the Game Trailer

Ang Lee naturally noticed Wang Xiaohu's unusual behavior.

Oh dear, you're so wronged.

A few days ago, he heard from Lao Tang that Wang Xiaohu had somehow heard that the orchestra was going to use recordings for their performances, and as soon as he saw Lao Tang, he kept asking if it was true.

Old Tang is so perceptive; how could he not know Wang Xiaohu's little scheme?

The decision to use the recording was definitely made by Ang Lee, so let the bad guy do it himself. So Old Tang told Wang Xiaohu that it was true.

They also specifically emphasized that this was a requirement of the school.

Even if Ang Lee hadn't heard what Old Tang said, he could guess what was going on just by looking at Wang Xiaohu's attitude.

They're just unhappy that the orchestra uses a recording.

Ang Lee completely understands this.

Furthermore, given Wang Xiaohu's personality, it would be truly strange if he didn't react to this matter at all.

Hey.

But since I'm about to go abroad, I can't hold back any longer.

Look at how lost he looked just now.

Of course, seeing Wang Xiaohu like that, Ang Lee still felt a little guilty.

He said he could understand Wang Xiaohu, and he truly could.

If Wang Xiaohu didn't have a deep passion for the stage, why would he care whether the live music was a recording from the speakers?

At least regarding his attitude towards the stage, Ang Lee still has to give Xiao Hu Zi a thumbs up.

However, he really doesn't have time to deal with Xiaohuzi's emotional issues right now.

If it could be resolved in a sentence or two, that would be fine, but the problem is that it would take at least a meal to resolve.

Let's talk about it when we have some free time tomorrow or the day after.

After successfully recording the band's program, Wang Wenyang and the school's teachers led the band members back to school.

Ang Lee still had to keep an eye on the recording of the program behind him, so he could only escort the teachers and students to the bus at the door.

"Wang Xiaohu."

Just as he was about to get on the bus, Little Tiger turned around at the sound and saw the teacher waving at him.

"Help the teacher maintain discipline on the way."

"Ah."

With a slight nod, Brother Tiger turned and got into the car.

Hey.

The fact that the teacher could still laugh so happily made Wang Xiaohu feel even worse.

Rather than doing that, the teacher might as well ignore him, just like they did in the recording studio.

At least that way he could fool himself into thinking that his teacher hadn't noticed him.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ziyang noticed that Wang Xiaohu seemed a little unhappy.

"It's alright." Little Tiger said, looking around. "Everyone, fasten your seatbelts. Raise your hand if you have any questions. Please don't speak loudly. Thank you."

After saying that, he walked back to his seat.

The teacher in charge called roll, and once everyone was present, the driver started the bus.

Outside the window, the sky was clear and blue, but Wang Xiaohu felt an indescribable melancholy.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the last Children's Day he spends in China, and also his farewell stage at Shuren.

I never expected it to end like this.
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Ang Lee returned to the recording studio to continue overseeing the recording work.

During this time, wave after wave of child actors who were going to go on stage were sent to the recording studio.

After recording "Childhood," the little girl who was in charge of the lead vocals walked out of the recording studio looking quite happy.

She was eager to hear Ang Lee's approval: "Mr. Lee, did I sing well?"

Ang Lee smiled and replied to the little girl, "You sang exceptionally well."

The little girl then asked him, "Teacher Li, why are we recording?"

Ang Lee was surprised that the child would ask this question. The teacher leading the group immediately stopped the little girl and then gave Ang Lee an apologetic look.

"Because we are unsure what will happen on stage."

Ang Lee looked at the little girl and explained, "What if you're singing on stage and suddenly the microphone stops working? So we need to be prepared for both scenarios. Just sing as you normally would when you get on stage. Good luck!"

The little girl nodded as if she understood, and a smile appeared on her face. She was happy as long as she could sing on stage.

The recording work wasn't finished until 4:30 p.m.

Ang Lee instructed the sound engineer to organize all the audio and send it to the school before 6:30.

"Use this for tonight's rehearsal, and we'll talk about it later."

The sound engineer nodded. "Understood."

Both of them knew that some of the recordings needed to be edited, but there was no time left.

Let's deal with tonight's runway show first.

Afterwards, Ang Lee drove back to school along with the bus.

On the way, he called Lao Tang again, who said that the stage was all ready.

When Ang Lee returned to the school, he came out of the garage and saw various lights flashing on the playground from afar.

Zhou Song was still making final adjustments to the lighting.

"Brother An".

"Boss."

"Director Li."

Ang Lee arrived at the makeshift director's tent set up in the center of the playground, and everyone gathered around him.

"Has everyone had dinner?" Li An asked the group.

Upon learning that everyone had already eaten, he waved his hand and said, "Then let's get ready. Is the stage setup for the folk music ensemble complete?"

Yan Zhen: "It's settled."

Ang Lee: "Let's test the sound system again, get it up and running, let's make it lively first."

Yan Zhen: "Come on, come on, teachers of the folk music ensemble, please work a little harder."

As the folk music ensemble "Descendants of the Dragon" blared from the loudspeakers on the playground, the entire school seemed to be enveloped in music.

On one side, the folk music ensemble played together, while on the other side, Zhang Miao's solo stage was filled with the deafening sound of drums.

The two stages, one large and one small, are 15 meters apart and complement each other.

Soon, the playground was surrounded by school staff.

Even the cafeteria cooks came out to watch the spectacle.

Ang Lee: "Sure."

Fu Tianming: "The sound effects are pretty good, aren't they?"

Ang Lee: "What else? The money's in place."

With enough money, the sound quality is naturally excellent.

Ang Lee: "Thank you for your hard work."

Fu Tianming: "Hey, I'm just doing things for money."

Fu Tianming spent the entire afternoon at the site adjusting the sound system.

With half an hour to go before the official rehearsal, Ang Lee personally inspected each stage as the performance teams assembled.

Ensuring the safety of students and performers is of paramount importance.

Fifteen minutes later, a group of large dolls appeared in a corner of the playground.

There's Sun Wukong, a nervous black cat, a flower fairy, and the Snow Queen; there are seven or eight in total.

A group of puppets were walking towards the director's booth, with a circus clown bringing up the rear.

Wow! It's Sun Wukong!

"Doraemon!"

"Nick!!"

"The Smurfs!"

The first performance team, which was already waiting on the sidelines, was in an uproar. The teacher in charge of maintaining discipline soon realized that even shouting until his voice was hoarse was of no use.

Children's enthusiasm for these giant dolls is not easily extinguished!
The leader, the Monkey King, quickly ran up to Li An and said, "Brother An, we're all ready."

Xiao Ge played the role of the Monkey King, and he insisted on participating in the cosplay show himself.

The other puppets were played by the teachers of the book people.

The male teacher who played the Smurf was especially dedicated; he really went all out for the children.

"Thank you all for your hard work, teachers. Please sit down and rest for a while."

As Ang Lee was speaking, Liu Zhen, covered in sweat, rushed over with several teachers from the arts center.

"All three performance groups are ready, shall we begin?"

Ang Lee glanced at the time; it was about time.

Looking further into the distance, the assembled formations were already a dense, dark mass. "Attention, everyone!"

Li An took the microphone from Mu Xin, and the entire school fell silent in an instant.

Hundreds of eyes turned to the director's booth.

"On your marks, our rehearsal will begin shortly."

The entire playground erupted in commotion once again.

"Lighting crew, please switch directly to after the opening sequence."

Suddenly, the lights on the main stage dimmed.

Only two rows of high beams shone on the steps leading up to the stage.

"Attention, actors reciting the poem! Attention, lighting crew! Attention, stage design crew! Attention, sound crew! Attention, astronauts!"

"When you see the lights shining on the steps during the actual performance, you need to start preparing."

suddenly.

Where are the astronauts?

"Where are you standing?"

"The teacher in charge!? The designated spot is further back!"

Before Ang Lee's words had even finished playing in the speakers, a teacher pulled the young actor playing an astronaut in the southwest corner of the stage back several meters.

Li Anxin sighed, "Dear teachers in charge, please keep a close eye on your positions. Alright, five countdowns, the prologue, Gazing at the Stars, officially begins."

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As Ang Lee finished speaking, the room fell silent.

A moment later, a spotlight shone on the second stage.

A little girl was seen holding a microphone.

Then, the innocent voices of children echoed throughout the playground.

"When six-year-old Xia lay by the stream, she always felt that there was another river flowing in the sky."

“Every evening, when fireflies flit past her eyelashes, the spots of light on the pebbles lying in the stream seem to come alive.”

Just then, the three large screens on the stage gradually lit up.

A firefly appeared on the big screen, struggling to fly into the night.

Then a soft melody accompanied by children's voices began to play.
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"When humankind first set foot there."

However, just as the two young astronauts were about to appear, Ang Lee suddenly shouted for a stop.

"wrong."

Everyone looked toward the director's booth again.

Ang Lee walked directly down to the audience and asked, "Are astronauts walking this fast?"

"You're moving too fast, kid. Imagine there's no gravity on the moon. Every movement you make will look slow, right? Try to get a feel for it again."

With Ang Lee's guidance, the two young astronauts quickly got the hang of it.

The way he made the next movement immediately gave off a spacewalking vibe.

"Yes, that's right. Don't be afraid of falling behind. Even when the students on stage start dancing, you still can't go on stage. Why? Because you're too slow."

The two actors playing the young astronauts nodded.

"You two remember this: from the moment you appear under the lights, you are disconnected from the stage. Just go your own way, whether you go around or go straight, but you can't let the audience see that you can keep up with the stage rhythm. You can't keep up with the stage rhythm, let alone the music rhythm. You are independent. Every movement of yours is outside the stage. Do you understand?"

The two young astronauts nodded again.

"Alright, back to where you were."

As he spoke, Ang Lee turned to look at the second stage and said, “Child who told the story, you are very good. Your voice, tone and pronunciation are all excellent. But could you try to speak a little faster? Just say what you want to say directly into the microphone.”

The teacher in charge of the child actors reciting the poem took the microphone directly: "Director Li, do you mean the first verse was too slow?"

Ang Lee: "Yes, the conversation between Ah-Xia and Grandpa can be a little faster. We can't waste too much time here. We need to quickly transition to the part about the human moon landing."

Teacher in charge: "Okay, Director Li, I understand."

Ang Lee: "Kid, you're great, really great. It's not that you didn't speak well, just speed up the pace a bit."

As he spoke, Ang Lee looked at the central control room and said, “Professor Zhou, turn down the lights in this area a little. It’s not dark yet, but the effect will be better when it gets dark. Let’s do it the way it would look in the dark.”

Zhou Song: "Okay, then I'll try reducing it by one set."

Ang Lee: "Sound engineer, the volume is a bit loud at the beginning. When the show starts the day after tomorrow, you need to pay attention to the introduction before the prologue. The introduction also needs to use music. Make sure to remember to turn the volume down when the introduction ends and the prologue begins."

"Otherwise, the sound will be too loud."

“When Zarathustra finishes speaking and the music switches to dance music, gradually increase the volume to the maximum.”

Sound engineer: "Gradual."

Ang Lee: "Yes!"

After going through all that, Ang Lee breathed a sigh of relief. The first program of this prologue already had so many problems.

I'm afraid I'll have to work overtime again tonight.

"Everyone to your positions, let's go through it again from the beginning, and try to get it right in one go this time."

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Old Tang handed over a bottle of water, and Li Anguan took it and gulped it down.

Xu Li: "Take it easy on your voice."

Ang Lee: "It's okay, as long as we can get the program through smoothly today, anything is fine."

Fu Tianming: "I think it's unlikely. So many students can't wait."

Ang Lee: "We're not scheduling the start and end of the show today, just the program."

Fu Tianming: "That's about right."

As the children's voices rang out again from the speakers, everyone stopped talking and looked toward the second stage.

"Six-year-old Xia, when lying by the stream, always felt that there was another river flowing in the sky."

The performance team of the middle chapter.

In the backstage area of ​​the band's performance, Wang Xiaohu, dressed in a black tuxedo, stood at the front of the group, looking up at the stage.

Although his view was completely blocked by the teaching building.

The band members behind him were sitting in small groups, chatting happily.

Although they didn't know when it would be, the children seemed completely unconcerned about the question.

Students who aren't participating in the program can only attend classes and do homework in the classroom, while these kids can enjoy the breeze and have fun here.

Is there anything more exciting than this?

"what happened to you?"

Just then, Qiao Zhizhi came over.

"nothing."

Wang Xiaohu sighed softly, wondering when it would be their turn.

Qiao Zhizhi: "Tch, at least smile before you say anything."

Wang Xiaohu: "I'm really fine. I can't sit down because I'm wearing a formal suit."

Qiao Zhizhi: "No need to explain anything. I came here on everyone's behalf to ask you if you have anything to sell the day after tomorrow?"

A flea market will be held on the school playground the day after tomorrow morning.

"There's nothing to sell." Wang Xiaohu thought for a moment. "Let's talk about it later. What are you planning to sell the day after tomorrow?"

Qiao Zhizhi: "I don't have anything to sell, but I plan to bring more money to buy some food."

Wang Xiaohu: "What kind of food is there? Just some grilled skewers, oden, ice jelly, and stuff like that. The teachers make it themselves. Can't we just go out to eat on the street on the weekend if we want to?"

Qiao Zhizhi sighed, "I need to stay away from you today. I'm full of negative energy. Bye-bye!"

Hey.

Wang Xiaohu was actually quite looking forward to the campus activities the day after tomorrow.

"I'm coming!"

Hearing Zarathustra's words coming from the playground, Wang Xiaohu turned around and joined the group chat.

Qiao Zhizhi is right; he cannot let his emotions affect the atmosphere of the band.

This is also something a commander should do.