Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 286 Discussing Music
“……” Zheng Fan stared at Doris blankly.

The lamb was still proud, with a serious and resolute expression. It seemed as if I could imagine that she had a pair of lamb ears shaking like propellers.

“I reiterate,” Zheng Fan covered his forehead, “You guys are really taking this game seriously.”

Nothing to say, this is indeed a king bomb.

The music at the beginning doesn't attract people? Don't hide it, just show it to your face.

As we all know, it is common on the Internet that those who work hard on playing the piano are not as good as those who choose the right eye-catching clothes when playing the piano.

Doris's stunning face will definitely attract traffic, and the wrong music can be interpreted as a contrast, which will lay a solid foundation for the band's future.

"What did Tikman think?"

"I proposed it myself, because there was a lot of support for this when I performed in Xinjiang News before." Xiaoyang is also a down-to-earth person who is no less than Mr. Immortal King.

Those comments from extras who are impressed by the protagonist's looks will generally be ignored, at least that's what Doris seemed to be like before.

But in fact, she is really observing the market reaction very carefully, including the audience's discussion on the band's image.

“Also, Ms. Ash from Heartstrings has a lot of fans who have developed from fans of her looks, so I thought it could be a reference,” Doris added.

Zheng Fan laughed: "I thought you were the kind of person who wanted the audience to focus on the music and pursue the musicality."

"Why do you think so? If that's the case, I might as well participate in classical music competitions to build my reputation and then delve deeper into it. Besides, I'll have to use this face sooner or later, and if I want the audience to focus on the music during the official performance, I need to let them get used to it as soon as possible so that they don't divert their attention to other places when I show up for the first time."

"Masked band?"

"What is that, performance art? Doing something like this in a big city would easily attract unnecessary attention," Doris asked curiously.

"Nothing, just a sudden thought, don't take it too seriously."

Doris really didn't care, after all, Mr. Music always came up with all kinds of wonderful ideas.

"Now that the idea is clear, let's work hard." Zheng Fan concluded and returned to the song itself, "The song is very good, I'll remember it."

"This is the product of Mr. Music and I." The lamb started again.

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "You even yelled at me in displeasure when we were discussing this before, even though you stayed in the aromatherapy room for too long at that time."

“Only after a fierce collision can a living life be born, right?” Doris said without comment. She reached out to take back the music score, stroked it gently in her hand, and said.

Zheng Fan inexplicably got goosebumps for a moment.

Lamb, you said it best when discussing music.

Wait, if we follow this line of thought, when two people argue, the process of persuading each other to overwhelm each other is like the process of fiercely fighting for dominance during the collision... and although Doris is occasionally emotional, she always enjoys this process.

hiss……

Zheng Fan lowered his head and remained silent.

How should I put it... I feel like I'm being taken advantage of.

What is he thinking about? It must be that his dirty head is being shameless again. Occasionally, the little sheep may be a little too much, but he shouldn't be so low as to stoop to this extent.

Doris also put away the music score at this time, and suddenly made a joke: "I often listen to some music by myself, and I always feel like I am reviewing the crime scene."

"..."

Okay, this sheep seems to be a carnivore.

Doris picked up her phone and looked at the message: "Let's go Mr. Music, they are all here."

"Oh."

The two stood up and left the coffee shop side by side.

The waiter cleared the seats after they left, thinking about the very stunning girl who had just talked to herself.

What a nice girl, what a pity. Most people turned her into this!

Sometimes, the alienation of life often happens inadvertently, and even the person involved is unaware of it. Only when a certain opportunity arises will he realize that he may be sick.

Stunning.

The waiter who often acts as a philosopher on the Internet wiped the table while thinking about it. Dingling...

His hand froze as he was wiping the table. There was clearly nothing on the table, but did he just bump into something and hear the sound?

He reached out carefully, and then he touched, an invisible coffee cup! ?
Oh no, his opportunity has come!

……

The robot can touched its electric guitar.

A powerful guitar music sounded in the recording studio, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

"That's amazing! What's the origin of that boiled egg robot?" The owner of the recording studio was chatting with Tikman and asked in surprise after hearing the news.

"That's right, it has the same origin as the boiled egg robot." Tikman didn't know how to say it, and finally could only say it stiffly.

"Haha, you guys are pretty good, you'll definitely be popular. Apart from anything else, the music atmosphere on Stanley Street is pretty good, keep it up." The boss thought this was Tikman's humor, and encouraged him after laughing.

Tikman nodded and thanked him, and the boss left for the time being.

When I turned around, the boiled egg robot finished an impromptu performance.

"Okay, let's start." The boiled egg robot made a synthetic sound.

"We're all family here, are we still doing this?" Mora complained in a low voice.

Zheng Fan didn't like what he heard: "If we don't put ourselves into the story, how can we let the audience put themselves into my setting?"

"Indeed, although we don't know what his settings are, we should be rigorous." Gao Song said and knocked again.

"How can that be rigorous?" Mora was speechless.

The bassist Tao Zhi in the corner was hesitant: "Do we need to create a world view or something? Do we need to perform a small stage play every time we open the show..."

"Don't set the rhythm. Although you may not know what the rhythm is, just don't set the rhythm." Zheng Fan said in a mechanical voice.

The corner of Tikman's mouth twitched: "You can open a stage to perform group crosstalk, or even a skit. The audience will definitely get their money's worth."

"This is good, and worth considering more than a stage play."

"How is this more valuable than a stage play?!"

"Because we really can." Another click sounded.

"But speaking of world view, there seems to be something going on on Stanley Street recently. It's also related to music." Tikman changed the subject a little abruptly, for he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it in.

Oh, I really want to go back to be with my wife and children.

"What?" Zheng asked back.

"A murderer who kills with music," said Tickman.

Doris turned her head.

"Is there such a thing?" Zheng Fan smelled the fresh desiccant smell of toast.

"Oh, I heard about it when I came here." Tao Zhi raised his hand and said, "It is said that it is a ghost-like thing that plays the violin at night and then takes the life of the listener."

"It's creepy. Using the violin to kill people is such a disgrace to the violin!" Mora frowned and accused.

Doris: “…”

"Ah, Doris, you're different." Maura quickly responded.

"That's enough, stop licking Mora." Zheng interrupted.

Maura was angry but had nothing to say.

"It seems that what the boss said just now is right. The musical atmosphere is indeed very strong." Gao Song told a joke that was a bit ridiculous. He raised his drumsticks and was about to play another drum for his joke when he was stopped by Tikman.

"Alright, alright, we don't have time to talk anymore. We have a lot of tasks to do."

After that, everyone calmed down and started recording.

(End of this chapter)