A grand feast for the Chinese entertainment industry

Chapter 41 Perfect
The verse consists of ten bars, and the chorus is a grand chorus.

Besides the chorus, there's a spoken part in the chorus that could be considered a rap. Coincidentally, two people in the Chinese music scene who love to recite lyrics while singing are still alive today.

Cui Jian and Li Zongsheng.

So the rap part of the chorus belongs to the two of them.

In addition, Lin Jianlu simply divided the fourteen singers who participated in the recording into two categories: seniority exists everywhere, and respecting seniors is by no means a bad habit. They have been in the industry for many years, have a great reputation, and their representative works are so high that you don't respect them.
Tier 1: Huang Zhan, Luo Dayou, Li Zongsheng, Cui Jian, Liu Huan, Chen Shuhua.

Tier 2: Wang Feng, Zhang Zhenyue, Zhou Huajian, Zheng Jun, Zhang Guorong, Lin Jianlu, Dou Wei, Zhao Chuan.

Putting her in the top tier, despite having Taiwan's first million-selling album, Chen Shuhua's position is actually not solid. Instead, Leslie Cheung would be a more suitable candidate. Alternatively, as the organizer, Lin Jianlu could sing a short piece himself, and no one could find fault with that. However, Lin Jianlu voluntarily lowered himself by one tier, and also dragged Leslie Cheung down one tier. Leslie Cheung, now middle-aged, no longer had such a calculating mindset and simply laughed it off.

They all came because of Lin Jianlu's reputation. Being invited is a sign of respect and recognition, and being willing to come is also a sign of respect and giving face—you can do whatever you want!

As a result, Chen Shuhua got the opportunity to sing a short solo.

That's why Wang Fei made fun of him.

With the lyrics and music becoming more and more familiar, the accompaniment making fewer and fewer mistakes, and the teamwork becoming more and more seamless, everyone's performance was getting better and better, so the recording officially began.

After recording four times, everyone realized that they had all reached their peak performance.

Everyone could sense that it was highly likely to succeed next.

As the on-site director, or perhaps the executive producer, Zhang Aijia coordinated the four cameras on set and confirmed the sound recording equipment before waving her hand and starting another take.

The music starts.

Huang Zhan stood in front of the microphone, his hoarse voice sounding both carefree and melancholic. "There's only one song left. You should start singing first. Otherwise, if everyone's asleep, someone has to stay awake. It's not easy to get through the night."

Chen Shuhua then began to sing, her voice clear and bright like a spring, a perfect contrast to Huang Zhan's: "Let's share the last cup. My heart is almost frozen, it should be allowed to jump a little, even just a little."

Wang Feng sang along, only half a line, but very emotionally, "In the end, you're all alone, keeping yourself company."

Then came Zhang Zhenyue, who lost some of his usual carefree and easygoing nature and became more serious and melancholic. "In the end, I was the only one left, and I became more and more melancholic."

Then came Luo Dayou, with his hoarse voice, "There's only one dream left. Go ahead and do it first. Don't wait until dawn and look so regretful, then you won't be able to complain."

Then came Cui Jian, with a very serious and tough demeanor: "There's only one lamp left. Light it if you want, or block the gun barrel with your chest. I'll grit my teeth and step forward to shield you with my chest."

Wakin Chau's CD-quality gorgeous voice, "In the end, only you are left, and you have no temper at all."

Then came Zheng Jun, who was also extremely serious. "I was the last one left, and I still wanted to persevere to the end."

Before the final note had even landed, the drumbeats suddenly rose, and the rhythm instantly became powerful and resonant.

Lee Tsung-sheng delivered his high notes, which were rough and unpretentious, yet remarkably persuasive: "Time has left behind beauty and a mess, but thankfully we still have the luck to sing."

However, when it comes to high notes, Liu Huan is undoubtedly the king. As soon as he opens his mouth, a sense of grandeur and chivalry comes over you. "We stand on the road and look up at the sky. We will be happy when we see the sun shining."

After singing the word "happiness," he soared to a high note, his voice like a long howl.

Before the whistling had even subsided, Leslie Cheung began to sing, "No one in the world understands me, so I am all alone."

Lin Jianlu continued singing, "But why are you so lonely?"

Dou Wei, ever the cocky one, continued, "How about we switch? Consider it a gift."

The last person to speak was Zhao Chuan: "This way we can continue living tomorrow."

The electric guitar solo takes over, the rhythm is initially gentle, but it quickly changes key. As soon as the electric guitar changes, the drums immediately become intense, and the electric guitar also becomes more aggressive. The drums and electric guitar clash, not only creating a solo show by the band BEYONG, but also directly pulling the whole song into its final climax.

Accompanied by Li Zongsheng and Cui Jian's spoken word, everyone, including Huang Guanzhong, Huang Jiaqiang, and Ye Shirong, sang together—

Every time a storm hits us...
They all fell to the ground with a thud, their faces covered in mud. Hey, even if it's a failure.

When spring arrives and the flowers bloom, they will fill our balcony.
You came running over again, shouting excitedly, "Hey, I'm the fastest this time!"

At the end of the recitative, Li Zongsheng and Cui Jian joined the final chorus.

"It can fly, it should be able to fly."

Azure sea and blue sky, just waiting for the wind to arrive.

They can all fly.

Let everyone firmly believe that we are acting out of love.

…………

This chorus seemed to carry a certain indescribable quality.

In fact, some people came as early as yesterday, looked at the sheet music, and listened to everyone's rehearsal. Some even stayed outside the studio all day today and are so familiar with the song that they are no less familiar with the people inside the studio.

But as I've listened to it over and over again, the shock I felt when I first heard it, which had gradually faded, has slowly returned. As I listen, I feel numb all over, and I might suddenly feel an electric shock because of a certain sound.

His expression turned solemn, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

…………

Leung Wing-ki rushed over after leaving her own recording studio. By the time she arrived, everyone had already worked out quite well and was about to start recording.

Lin Jianlu only had time to say a few words to her before entering the shed.

Her producer also came to listen to her rehearsal yesterday, and he said to her, "Listen carefully, this is art. You should thank your face for giving you the opportunity to make a living this way!"

Yes, she knew. Yesterday, she stood on the outside watching Lin Jianlu teach each of them to sing, coordinating their singing methods and styles. Although she couldn't yet grasp the full picture of the song, she could already get a general idea of ​​what kind of work it was.

It is said that he wrote the lyrics and music for this song in just ten minutes after overhearing someone mention Huang Jiaju's death in casual conversation—yes, that's what art is! Gentle, warm, yet full of power!

Standing outside the shed, she once again directly perceived just how good others were at singing.

However, subconsciously, she couldn't help but look at the only woman in the shed several times.

In fact, rivals are everywhere, and Chen Shuhua is not the only one.

The people standing outside the tent almost all wore expressions of emotion, excitement, admiration, and envy, especially Su Huilun and his assistant Lin Xilei.

Oh, and there's also Brigitte Lin.

Honestly, she's so old, how could she possibly like a twenty-year-old!
But she's so free. While others are practicing singing inside, she can just sit outside listening all day long. I saw her yesterday, I saw her again at noon, and I still see her now.

…………

The sound of the electric guitar finally faded away.

The recording ends.

Inside and outside the shed, everyone looked relieved and happy.

The person inside took off their listening headphones and chatted casually while waiting. Lin Jianlu opened the door and came out. He also seemed to be feeling very good. He took the headphones from Zhang Aijia and put them on.

After listening carefully, he turned to look at Zhang Aijia.

Sylvia Chang nodded, "I think it's almost perfect!"

Lin Jianlu gave an "OK" sign, "I hereby announce that the recording of 'The Gift' is complete!"

"Thank you everyone! You've worked hard!"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted both inside and outside the tent.

Some people came to listen to the recording, while others started packing up their belongings.

Lin Jianlu shook hands, hugged, and thanked each person individually.

"Get some rest, we're going to drink until we drop tomorrow night!"

"Thanks, Huan-ge. I'll go out for a stroll tomorrow, buy some things for my wife, and have a big drinking session tonight!"

"Thanks, Brother Chuan!"

"Thanks, Brother Cui! That's awesome!"

When it was Leslie Cheung's turn, before Lam Kin-lu could even thank him, he took the initiative to say, "Thank you, Lam Kin-lu, thank you for inviting me to sing this song, it's so well written! Thank you!"

Lin Jianlu smiled, opened her arms, and hugged him, "Thank you, brother!"

Then, upon seeing Chen Shuhua, he opened his arms wide and exclaimed, "Wow...you sang so well!"

Chen Shuhua just smiled and didn't say anything. She opened her arms and came over, but the next moment, Lin Jianlu changed his mind and directly cupped her face, kissing her lips to lips.

"Ouch..."

Those who remained in the recording studio immediately started to jeer upon seeing this.

But Lin Jianlu didn't care; he had a blast recording and having a great time today!

This lineup today, if it were unearthed by someone thirty years from now, wouldn't you say it's awesome!

I organized this! It's my face!
Moreover, the overall quality and standard of this recording absolutely surpasses the original!
"Thanks, Brother Yue, Lao Wang, and Lao Zheng!"

"Brother Huajian, there's a big celebration tomorrow! Make sure to explain to your wife beforehand! Haha..."

After giving his thanks, he turned around, looked at the onlookers outside the tent, smiled, and suddenly noticed Su Huilun's complicated expression and Liang Yongqi's tense face.

He walked straight over, a natural ease and smugness on his face.

He picked up Liang Yongqi in one scoop, spun her around, and when he put her down, he felt that her limbs were not so stiff anymore. Then he cupped her little face in his hands and kissed her hard on the lips.

He put her down, turned around and looked at Su Huilun, who was just two meters away. He laughed and walked over, picked her up and spun her around. After putting her down, Su Huilun was already smiling and immediately reached out to push his mouth away.

But he still forced a kiss on the cheek.

"Ouch... ouch..."

"Fuck..."

"what……"

The recording studio was already filled with laughter and merriment.

But Lin Jianlu remained unconcerned and walked towards Lin Qingxia.

Lin Qingxia laughed heartily and actually opened her arms to hug Lin Jianlu. She tried a couple of times, but still couldn't lift Lin Jianlu off the ground.

However, it didn't matter. Once she let go, they both burst into laughter.

He hugged me again and gave me a serious kiss.

He doesn't care what others think; for him, today is perfect.

(End of this chapter)