Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 663 One Hundred Thousand Hippies
After taking a group photo with fireworks as the background, everyone had no regrets. Even if they could find reasons for not hearing other songs, they would just treat them as jokes.

Only when Bian Lang greeted everyone, "See you at Summer of Music!" did the fans reluctantly begin to leave the festival.

Everyone knows that the Rolling Stones is much better than other music festivals! The ticket prices are reasonable, and the lineup and repertoire are also excellent. It is worthy of being the first in the southwest and even the first in China.

If we have to point out a problem, it is probably that the Yunnan Province's "dominant bullying" problem has not yet been solved. As for the problem of temporary traffic paralysis, this number of people will be the same no matter where you are. Moreover, fans who participated in the previous session know that this year's main road has been changed to one-way traffic, which has improved a lot!

Watching the crowd dispersing, Bian Lang and his gang of Rolling Stones packed up their things and headed towards the snack street.

It would take at least two or three hours for the crowds to disperse and traffic to become smooth. Almost all the members of the Rolling Stones were here, and 8% of the bands participating in the festival were also here. Together with the friends and people in the industry who came to support the festival, we treated everyone to a midnight snack at the Nan Fei Yan stall.

This plan had been made before the music festival started, but the number of people was indeed a little beyond expectations. However, Luo Suping was a person who had already thought of everything for her son.

But at this moment, she was not busy in the front, nor was she giving orders in the food preparation area. She was wiping her tears alone at the back of the container.

She had no control over what others heard from this song, but for some reason, she heard from this song the indirect sense of loss that Bian Lang had felt since childhood due to the lack of family care.

Words like lazy and ignorant...now sound particularly harsh when heard from this strong woman.

How should I put it? She has been focusing on her career these years and has paid little attention to her family. The same is true for Bian Hai. Bian Lan and his sister were able to get into college, and in fact, the couple were already satisfied.

The reason why she was still working so hard was to leave more for her siblings, especially Bian Lang.

But now she suddenly realized that Bian Lang no longer needed all these. On the contrary, because of Bian Lang's strong rise, the things at home were becoming more and more prosperous. Luo Suping began to think about the emotional debt she had owed to the siblings in the past.

Especially when I hear some songs by Bian Lang, I become particularly sensitive...

The continuous vibration of her phone finally made her regain her strong woman character. She found a mirror to tidy up her appearance, put on a baseball cap to cover it, and then went to the front to help greet people.

She was not familiar with outsiders, but for the internal staff of Rolling Stone, especially those who arrived early, Nan Feiyan was half of their cafeteria, and they basically all knew Luo Suping, so she was not embarrassed to entertain them.

After arranging most of the people to sit down, Luo Suping found a free seat and then went to Chen Shuting to ask, "Why haven't I seen Miss Dong recently?"

It was right to ask Chen Shuting about this matter, but Chen Shuting was not sure about Bian's mother's thoughts, nor did she know how much Bian Lang had reported to his family, so she just tentatively replied: "There is a program being recorded outside, which is quite important to her, so she didn't come to this music festival!"

Hearing this, Luo Suping didn't say much, nodded and continued: "Is our Xiaolang to me..."

Chen Shuting knew what was going on as soon as she heard it. Bian's mother always called Bian Lang "Old Second" in private, and she also called him that in front of her, so this change of address, combined with the self-deprecating address of Bian Erlang in the previous Bian Lang song...

"Auntie, you're overthinking it! Bian Lang is a piece of flesh that fell off your body. You should know him better than I do. How could he write a song to complain about his family? His lyrics are just describing a common social reality. I guess he just came up with this name because he was afraid of other troubles!"

After hearing this, Luo Suping felt a little better, but she still felt guilty.

If Bian Lang had no ability, she might not have had such emotions in her life, but now... "It will take time to eliminate it..."

And Bian Lang, the absolute protagonist of the night, just entered the Nanfeiyan camp and knew that he was going to get out of here in a dead end.

"Brother Yong, please save me a seat for a meal later. I'll go say hello first..."

"Well, I can't help you with this... Don't drink too much yet, come over and fill your stomach later..."

There were old familiar faces at the scene, as well as new and less familiar faces.

Bian Lang greeted everyone around and no one made things difficult for him. Finally, when Bian Lang arrived at his agent's table, Chen Shuting pulled him over to sit down and start chatting.

The content is very specific, that is, Chu Xiwen wants to bring the next Rolling Stone Music Festival to Hong Kong.

Hearing this idea, I have only been to the edge of Xiangjiang a few times in my two lifetimes, so I subconsciously asked: "Can so many people come to see it?"

Chen Shuting and Liang Kuan had the same concerns about this matter, but they expressed it more tactfully. I didn’t expect that Bian Lang would say it so directly!

There's no way. In his two lifetimes, all Bian Lang knows about music festivals there is that those bands that are unlikely to perform in mainland China will hold the China stop of their global tour in Hong Kong.

Chu Xiwen came prepared and directly sent the information about the mature music festivals in Hong Kong to the group of several people.

Bian Lang clicked on it to see the band lineup, while Chen Shuting and Liang Kuan just looked at other data.

After almost a year of intensive study, Bian Lang has learned a lot about the situation of Water Blue Star Rock.

Judging from the lineups of these past bands, the main force is still from Europe and island countries, and there are very few bands from the mainland.

Before the two big managers finished reading the data they were concerned about, Bian Lang spoke directly: "So what do Hong Kong music fans like to listen to?"

After being asked that question, Chu Xiwen understood what Bian Lang meant and said directly: "Actually, I don't really know. We ourselves don't really understand the current Hong Kong market!"

After hearing that, Bian Lang understood.

Before the two managers could speak, Bian Lang said directly: "It's not realistic to go directly to the Rolling Stone Music Festival, but we can hold one in Hung Hom."

After Bian Lang put forward this idea, the three agents all showed a relaxed expression on their faces.

Bian Lang was wondering what songs the original Red Hall, Magic Rock Three and Tang Dynasty sang back then... "Black Dream"? "Sun"?
He was distracted when thinking about the song, until Chu Xiwen asked, "What is the approximate time that the Rolling Stones have considered?"

Bian Lang thought about it and directly drew a relatively small time frame: "By the end of the year..."

……

It takes some time to quit after the revelry. Some people's way of transition is to find people like them online. After the network gradually became smooth, the fans who came out of the music festival began to chatter on social platforms or in their own small circles.

#大梦一一次的边二浪先生# This topic has already come out, but the style of the topic is a bit confusing. "If a person is a little interested in literature and art, knows a little foreign language, and occasionally says a few interesting words, it will take quite a while for a considerable number of people to see through him as a useless loser. PS: I am that loser!"

"I don't know how many of the things I've said about you are right, but I've seen that Mr. Bian Erlang is just as mediocre as I am in some aspects, so I feel relieved!"

"Honestly, after listening to the Rolling Stones for almost a year, I feel like I should be one of these 100,000 hippies."

"I like to listen to this kind of songs, but I don't want others to hear them. I hope the Rolling Stones can make an album in this style and secretly put it on the shelf of Rolling Stone Records on Jianshe Road!"

"Bian Lang is a good person in every way, except that he loves to speak the truth, which makes people love and hate him at the same time!"

"What are you all talking about? What the hell is Mr. Erlang here?"

The inexplicable words mentioned above were all expressed by fans who had just attended the music festival. So although some of them are confusing, people who have watched the music festival can write a few words about them.

But the fans who were waiting for the video and the passers-by who came in from nowhere really had no idea at all!
Especially those who are waiting for the video are even more itchy and anxious because of these confusing words.

The fans didn't have to wait too long. The Rolling Stones staff who were responsible for monitoring online news posted the lyrics of "One Hundred Thousand Hippies" on the website.

Now music fans have understood a little bit, and are more looking forward to it.

Liu Xiaokui who was in the crew took advantage of the break to read this topic and recited the lyrics carefully. He felt that the second verse was basically written according to him!

He immediately used WeChat to contact his "inside" at Rolling Stone and successfully obtained the video.

He had just listened to half of it when the assistant director came towards him, cursing. He felt that those words were not pleasant to hear, so he did not want to hide them from Liu Xiaokui.

However, he didn't hear anything with the headphones on until the assistant director approached. His assistant then touched him and reminded him, "Brother Kui, assistant director..."

"Director, what's the matter?" Liu Xiaokui quickly took off his headphones and adjusted his reclining sitting position.

The assistant director was also an acquaintance of his. He squatted in front of him and said apologetically, "Teacher Xiao Kui, everyone is tired from shooting the night scene, but you also know about the second female lead. There are more than 10 takes, you..."

"It's okay, just call me when she's done! I just happened to be watching the video of the Rolling Stones music festival..."

Hearing this, the assistant director also became interested: "Hey, Teacher Xiao Kui, you already have the video resources..."

Liu Xiaokui saw the way he spoke and the tone of his voice and knew that this guy was probably a fan of the Rolling Stones. He then said, "Pull a stool over here and I'll give you a pair of headphones!"

"Is this convenient?"

A few minutes later, the assistant director took off his headphones and shouted directly into the intercom: "Director, we have our theme song!"

A few minutes later, the director came over with the leading actor.

Looking at the male lead, who was dressed like a frustrated middle-aged man who could not be found in the crowd, Liu Xiaokui suddenly realized, "Indeed, this song is very suitable, but what about Bian Erlang's name?"

He spoke quietly, but the director still heard him.

After a brief thought, the director said to Liu Xiaokui, "Xiaokui, I think you may need to help with this song. Please also mention the name. If it's convenient, we can just change the name of the male lead. Anyway, this is our original script, so changing the name is nothing..."

Liu Xiaokui was shocked: "Are they all so careless?"

But think about it, if the song is suitable, whose work is more suitable for OST than Bian Lang's?
The traffic that comes with the song itself cannot be created by the little money spent on buying the song. Thinking about it, Liu Xiaokui thought of the fan economy.

Think about it, Bian Lang has a fan group, and the fans in it all claim to be gold. But it is said that 99% of them are girls, so what about the male fans who like Bian Lang?
How about he organize one?
The name of the fan club is "10 Hippies", the fans are called hippies, and only people are recruited in total...

Knowing the operation of fans very well, he immediately made a plan for "One Hundred Thousand Hippies" in his mind.

Whether this is true or not is a different story, but this should be the first case in the rock circle. At least no one in the Chinese rock circle has done this before!

……

After the long-awaited video of the small broken station was finally released, many fans of the moon directly dragged the progress bar to the end and then moved it forward bit by bit.

After listening to "Hundred Thousand Hippies", many rock fans fell into silence after their long-lasting curiosity was satisfied.

Someone imitated the lyrics, walked to the window, opened it, lit a cigarette, and then began to think about which bad friend to have a drink with tomorrow. While half drunk and half awake, he let this song sink into his mind.

It was almost dawn when Ma Yuan got off the plane. The first thing he did when he turned on his phone was not to call home to report that he was safe, but to open the WeChat group to watch Bai Dao's video.

As expected, the white knife was indeed issued.

Before he even clicked on it, Ma Yuan asked Bai Dao: "Where did you record this video? The sound is so good?"

Before waiting for Bai Dao's answer, Ma Yuan put on his headphones, clicked on the video and started enjoying it.

The song started with singing as soon as they opened their mouths. Ma Yuan even suspected that Bai Dao had cut out the prelude.

But when he heard the interlude of the first paragraph, his idea was completely dispelled.

After listening to it, the closed loop formed by the lyrics that echoed each other made him feel like he had thousands of words to express.

He had already started to compose a short composition about this song in his mind. Whether it was the pre-chorus or something else, this song with the same melody as the main song gave him a great shock.

Bai Dao didn't even need to remind him, he realized it immediately: "This is a pentatonic scale played on a trumpet. This is a true combination of Chinese and Western cultures from the inside out!"

(End of this chapter)