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Just as Fang Yu was about to speak, Shen Weimin raised his hand first.

"No rush."

Old Zhou was stunned for a moment.

Shen Weimin gently pressed the manuscript paper onto the table, his tone unusually gentle.

"The word has reached this level, and its direction has been firmly established."

"The second half can be examined in detail along with the melody. You can't rush a piece of music."

"Let Xiao Fang go back and refine it slowly. Don't ruin such a good word by rushing the process."

The senior experts exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

"Director Shen is right!"

"Now that the framework of the lyrics has been established, the melody cannot be rushed."

"It's not easy for young people to write such profound lyrics, and we must not force them to grow too fast."

The group of people spoke with such thoughtfulness and care, it was as warm as a spring breeze.

But neither of them took their hands off the manuscript.

Tang Huaiyuan subtly pulled the corner half an inch towards him, and the history consultant next to him immediately became alert and reached out to press down the other corner tightly.

Old Zhou glanced down at the progress chart, his anxiety impossible to hide.

The words are absolutely excellent; they must be kept.

However, there are still subsequent steps such as arrangement, recording, revision, and submission for review, each of which takes time.

If Fang Yu were to go back and work on it slowly, the project's progress simply couldn't wait.

A literary consultant cleared his throat and switched back to his amiable mode.

"Xiao Fang, please don't feel pressured."

"To write lyrics to this level has far exceeded our expectations."

"As for composing the music, that can be left to the professional team in the organizing committee."

He raised his hand and casually pointed to the side.

"Our long-term partners are all top composers and arrangers in China."

"If you have a general melody in your mind, even if you just hum a few lines, you can hand it in first."

"We'll all help you with the rest of the production."

Someone immediately chimed in.

"Yes, the professional aspects can be completely divided into different tasks."

"You provide the core inspiration, and the arrangement team does the hard work. That's the most efficient way."

"Don't worry, copyright and attribution will be handled according to all proper procedures, and you will absolutely not suffer any losses!"

Fang Yu remained silent, only watching the group of old men in silence.

Good guy.

They told him not to feel pressured, but they even paved the way for his future in composing and arranging music.

Another music consultant adjusted his glasses and added his own comment.

"Singing performances also require comprehensive evaluation."

"Who will sing the theme song in the end needs to be considered in terms of vocal quality, cultural expression, and the final effect of the documentary."

"As the songwriter, you are naturally the first choice to audition."

"But if the final sound quality is just a little off, the organizing committee will have to prepare a few singers from the national team as backups."

At this point, the meeting room gradually quieted down.

Fang Yu blinked, secretly pleased.

Okay, not only is the arrangement team in place, but even the substitute singers have been placed in the warm-up area.

He glanced at Tang Huaiyuan, who was all smiles, then at Lao Zhou, who was pretending to check his watch, and finally fixed his gaze on Shen Weimin.

"Dear teachers."

"actually……"

Fang Yu paused deliberately, drawing out the last syllable.

"I've finished writing the music as well."

Tick.

The second hand on the wall moved two ticks, and no one in the room spoke.

The smile on Old Zhou's face vanished.

Tang Huaiyuan's hand, which was holding the manuscript, froze in mid-air.

Several experts turned their heads at the same time.

"What did you say?!"

"The music is finished too?!"

"When was it written? Where's the sheet music?!"

Fang Yu remained calm.

"I just happened to take it out while I was writing the lyrics."

"Lyrics and music are inherently one; if I try to separate them, I won't be able to write anymore."

Old Zhou grabbed the progress chart on the table and looked at the dates again in disbelief.

From Shen Weimin inviting Fang Yu to participate in the selection of the theme song for "The Forbidden City" to today's official submission.

All in all, it took less than a week!

The actual time spent inside the Forbidden City for research and inspiration was only two and a half days!

Now not only are the lyrics complete, but the melody is finished too?

The music consultant leaned forward.

"The complete melody?"

"Verse, chorus, transition—it's all there?!"

"Yes, I have both." Fang Yu nodded calmly.

"Can you sing the whole song from beginning to end?"

"I can sing right now."

With each answer Fang Yu gave, Old Zhou's expression stiffened a little more.

He put the schedule back on the table, looked down at the carbon pen he had chewed up with teeth marks, and felt his worldview had been greatly shaken.

The statement I made earlier, "Ten minutes is only enough to make a bowl of instant noodles," now sounds somewhat ironic.

Shen Weimin looked around at his dumbfounded old friends, then looked intently at Fang Yu.

A thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

This kid is probably motivated by what he just said.

Shen Weimin gently patted Fang Yu's shoulder.

"You don't need to be nervous."

Fang Yu was startled.

"I'm not nervous."

"Let me finish speaking first."

Shen Weimin raised his hand to stop him, his expression serious.

"The melody, arrangement, and even the final vocal version all have to pass the station's final review."

"This is the project workflow; no one can skip it."

"But you are both the original author and the only confirmed first audition candidate."

"As long as the overall quality of the work is up to standard, we will not replace it with someone else to sing it."

At this point, Shen Weimin glanced at the experts beside him.

"What I just said was just a backup plan, not a denial of your creative ability."

The senior experts immediately nodded.

"Yes, yes, when it comes to major projects, we're used to preparing for the worst."

"Since you have the complete work, of course we'll follow your original version!"

"Even if there are some flaws, it's okay, we can work together to make it work."

Fang Yu put the sketchbook in his hand on the table.

"OK."

"Then let's stop guessing here and inspect the goods on the spot."

He turned to look at Shen Weimin, full of confidence.

"Director Shen, do we have any suitable musical instruments here?"

"Piano, guitar, guzheng, any of them will do."

His gaze swept over the group of bewildered old men, and a calm smile appeared on his lips.

"If you really don't have any, just give me an electronic keyboard, that will do."