Tokyo Sound

"Isn't this Onishi?" When Sakura Ayane saw her junior from the same period, she greeted him warmly and friendly.

"It feels like I see Sakura-san quite often these days. Has the focus of your life shifted to the office?" said Saori Ōnishi.

"I guess so. I can't always use the student character." Sakura Ayane thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Well, from other people's perspective, am I fat?"

"Not at all. It's pretty good, isn't it." Ohnishi Saori denied. Although her height was not as high as a supermodel, she was very well-proportioned, with a thin waist and straight legs, and her chest... Ohnishi Saori silently glanced at her chest and could not help but be silent for a moment.

"That's good. I told you that scales won't lie." Sakura Ayane regained her confidence, chatted a few more words, and left happily.

Saori Ōnishi also found it interesting.

However, if we want to go further, we still lack the key opportunity.

Well, if I could do a radio show with her, there would be more opportunities!

Chapter 224: Light in the Air

The clear sky exudes a pure brightness that is clear but not dazzling. The pale pink and white flowers sway in the breeze. The wind comes from afar, passing through the flowers and trees in a long and melodious manner, and the dust is stained with the fragrance of flowers, which hits people's faces and noses. The pink and white flowers seem to be covered with a layer of hazy shadows under the bright and sunny halo, and the swaying branches and leaves shake out the unpredictable beauty of a fairy tale.

The wind was still blowing, passing through the tree trunks, making a pleasant rustling sound. The detached petals fluttered and fell in this nature's sigh. Some fell into the cracks of the bluestone slabs, some covered the soil, some fell into wine glasses filled with sake, and some stayed on people's shoulders.

Joyful laughter came with the wind and rain of flowers.

The world is small, so small that you don’t know who you will meet when you turn around. The world is big, so big that you don’t know who you will lose when you turn around.

The boy took a deep breath and continued walking.

There was a light tune in the wind.

"Organ?"

The sun seemed brighter, and the boy put his hand up to cover his forehead. Flocks of gray pigeons passed him from behind, flapping their wings and heading towards the sound of the piano.

The sunlight suddenly became dazzling.

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked forward.

There, a slender figure was playing. Gray pigeons flew around her, then circled back to surround her, because she was the source of tenderness. Cherry blossoms fell from all around, and the sounds of wind, wings, and piano fit together perfectly. The ponytail like golden sand swayed vigorously in the air.

The light became stronger, so strong that it was blinding. The girl's body was coated with gold dust. She was like a striking bright color, standing in the center of the soft-colored painting.

Bright and dazzling.

Like an angel.

"..."

Tears?

The girl in front stopped playing, seemed to look over here, and then tears fell.

'The moment I met him, my life changed. Everything I saw, heard, and felt became colorful, and the world became bright and shining.'

'Every time I see his name, my heart skips a beat. Of course, my heart skips a beat anytime and anywhere, but the reality seems to be otherwise.'

'In fact, at the first moment, and now, it jumps in the most inexplicable way, as if it had been still for so long, and suddenly jumped, and then the whole person came alive.'

When the appearance of that little boy was blurred, when the intention was hazy.

Just this second, this moment of farewell.

The more than ten years that separated us have been made up.

The world is big, so you won’t know when you turn around and pass by as a passerby.

Will it?

Become that person, encounter.

Even though I was so late, it still made my heart skip a beat.

……

It's a really artistic painting.

Yin Ze was in the recording studio, concentrating on appreciating the silent images on the screen. Except for the sound effects, the coloring had already been completed. It was definitely not just a rough draft of a dancing stickman, but could even be called a finished product. Therefore, he could fully appreciate the hard work and intentions of the production team.

The production level of A1 is still acceptable... The director's expression is also quite beautiful. Although he is not well-known yet, I think he is not an ordinary person.

Yin Ze's voice acting is known in the industry for its flawless voice that is as precious as a musical instrument, so when he plays a character like Hikigaya Hachiman who refuses to live up to reality, he has to use all his skills to make his voice rough and thick. There is also a joke that the man in Hikigaya is exactly the opposite of Hikigaya, and is his lifelong enemy.

There is a reason why it is often paired with youth films.

The voice has the texture of an art film, and even if the lines are just a list of meaningless things, they can still give you the atmosphere of "In the Mood for Love".

By lowering the age of the voice to match that of a middle school student, the pure voice like that of an elk can make a group of older sisters intoxicated.

Piano genius is a title that carries a certain amount of nobility. And the transparent and ethereal breath just fits the broken feeling of the genius coming to an end.

It was simply impossible to refuse.

To be honest, the hardware is here, so there is no need to put in too much acting effort.

A genius in a trough is naturally complex, delicate and sensitive.

But Master Yin has been both a mediocre person and a master, and he has experienced this journey completely, and more than once. So there is no need to guess, just recall those gray emotions back then.

In comparison, other characters are more difficult.

Yin Ze browsed the script and felt that the real protagonist should actually be Miyazono Kaoru.

There are geniuses in the world. They are stronger and smarter at a young age. If they grow up accordingly, no one will be able to match them. However, most geniuses will always become ordinary people again. Maybe they are just precocious, or they are lazy, or they are surpassed by late bloomers. In short, most geniuses are lost among the crowd.

...An absolute genius must possess absolute passion and a fire in his heart that will always rekindle, which cannot be extinguished, defeated or killed.

Arima Kousei lost love and gained love again, truly becoming an immortal genius.

Knowing that she didn't have much time left, Miyazono Kaoru summoned up the courage to send the fire the first time, but when she really faced the eternal separation, she was still close to collapse, and then summoned up the courage the second time to warm herself up from the existence she had ignited. She is both a savior and a savior, how strong and how fragile, how admirable and pitiful.

How to play such a beautiful character?

Yin Ze turned the script back with emotion and looked at the girl standing in front of the main microphone.

……

It takes a long time to forget, but only a moment to become dependent again.

In the center of the stage, bright lights poured down, igniting the light brown wooden stage. The hot light from the spotlight kissed the violinist's exposed fair skin. It was a very hot baptism, so hot that it burned deep into the heart.

Your cheeks must be very red. Does the makeup you prepared look good? Is the white and green petal-shaped hairpin too childish? Does the white performance dress you specially ordered and rent fit you?

Her rosy lips, decorated with lip gloss, shone with a glittering color in the light. She gently opened her mouth, revealing a breath of nervousness and excitement. The heart in her chest was still beating restlessly, and the blood pumped throughout her body seemed to be boiling and extremely hot.

Without the restraint of a hairband, the hair falls between the small and round shoulders, and the gorgeous hair color that is like golden sand pulled into silk is shining brightly.

So hot.

so quiet.

"This is a belated piano piece dedicated to him."

The girl straightened up and gently closed her eyes that were filled with light.

Take a deep breath.

"Eloim Essaim, Eloim Essaim... please listen to my request."

The barely audible sound of prayer melted into the golden light.

When the girl opened her eyes again, she had suppressed her anxiety and nervousness. Her hair swayed gently, and her neck and shoulders clamped the violin that had accompanied her until now. The only four strings on the string instrument were taut, and the desire for release was ready to burst out.

A beginner has done his best if he can make the violin produce a normal, recognizable tone.

That mere movement already contains a lot of sweat and even tears.

Be careful and tread carefully.

It was as if a poet was mumbling for a long time. The bow was pulled gently, making a soft cotton sound. The lingering sound of the prelude faded away, and relying on the end of the piano, a smile appeared on the corners of the girl's mouth for the first time.

The wind that caressed the petals turned into a swift wind that swept away the fallen leaves.

The bow pulled the strings in a big way, and the hand waving it gradually became free and unrestrained. The slightly frail body was by no means standing still on the platform. As the piano sounds gradually rose, her body was also gently cooperating and moving happily. Her hair, which was almost melted into pure gold, was dancing in the light, and the delicate hem of her white dress began to sway, and her smooth and white calves were faintly visible.

The girl even raised her hand leisurely and casually to brush away the hair stuck to her forehead. The sound of the piano became faster and faster, and the posture of swinging the bow was as casual as a wanderer swinging a sword. She was like running in the fields, passing through the endless sea of ​​sunflowers, and the sunlight was caught by her fingertips and refused to let go, and she took it away with a smile.

There is a rhetoric called "synesthesia".

You will feel that colors seem to have temperature, sounds seem to have images, cold and warm seem to have weight, and smells seem to have texture.

Anyway, the girl was carrying a barrel of oil and pouring it, then she struck a match and threw it in, and it was filled with flames, with the firewood cracking slightly. The instigator was looking at the composer Beethoven, who was staring at it blankly, with his scissors hands raised and laughing.

The light is so hot.

My heart feels so hot.

The strings are also hot, and the heat is transferred from the strings to the bow, and from the bow to the fingertips.

The girl's face was covered with sweat. She played the strings with great vigor and vitality, neatly and cleanly. With her cheerful mood and movements, the sweat drops were shaken off during the performance, shining in the light like star dust peeling off her body.

The strings were also glowing, plucking out diffused high notes moment after moment.

She called out to God there, and God actually responded to her.

She is just an ordinary person, without any talent. But because she is imperfect and has shortcomings, those gaps need to be filled with such passionate emotions and care.

Even though it's weak, even though it's tiny, it's still trying its best to shine, beat, beat, just like breathing, just like heartbeat.

Risa Taneda gently stretched out her hand, stepped forward, and caught a ray of light in front of her.

She is the medium through which that heat and vitality are transferred to the recording studio.

Yin Ze couldn't help but think of what Nagasaki Yukinan said.

'If you are lucky enough to meet a character who is as compatible as your own reflection, when the performance, mood and picture merge, a story from another world or dimension will become a reality. That moment is like a miracle, beautiful beyond words.'

"Of course I'll lose if I audition with someone like that." Sakura Ayane, who was sitting next to him, said softly, "That's exactly who he is."

The voice of this character can only be this person's. This is undoubtedly the highest praise for a voice actor.

"We also want to become voice actors like this." Sakura Ayane said firmly.

"Well, let's work hard together." Yin Ze said with a smile.

……

“Thank you all for your wonderful performance. Please give me your feedback for the next recording.”

The recording came to an end and everyone bowed and left work as usual.

"Did your performance go well... Do you really not need to re-record?" Risa Taneda was still a little worried.

"That's great, just right." Yin Ze praised, "It's amazing that you can achieve this level of synchronization. What kind of mood do you have?"

"Although I know nothing about the violin, I still have experience of that kind of light and fire." Taneda Risa folded her hands, "Ah, if I had someone like Xiaoxun by my side when I was studying art, I would have become a first-class illustrator, right?"

"I feel so moved that I don't know what to say. This will definitely be a very good work." Sakura Ayane said confidently.

"But then again, what does that phrase Eloim Essaim mean?" Yin Ze was curious.

"It's a chuuni line essay, the general idea is to pray to the gods for protection." Taneda Risa said from experience, "Children with rich imaginations all have a notebook with forbidden spells. Some people will eat snacks or write the character "人" by hand and pretend to swallow it to cheer themselves up. For a lively person like Xiaoxun, this self-made spell is her way of encouragement."

"I almost forgot that you were once the princess of the Kingdom of Wind..." Yin Zepo said sincerely.

"Princess of the Wind?" Sakura Ayane asked in confusion.

"Ah, ahaha, he's talking about a fantasy adventure game I dubbed before. It's nothing special, no need to take it too seriously." Risa Taneda said quickly, covering up while casting a threatening, warning look at someone.

Master Yin chose to spread his hands and said nothing.

"Okay, now that we've worked hard, let's go eat together." Sakura Ayane said cheerfully, "Tane-chan, is there anything you want to eat?"

"Fufu, I really like this name." Taneda Risa nodded happily, "Then let's eat barbecue that can quickly replenish energy."

"I have no objection." Yin Ze has always been indifferent.

"Okay, let's go." Sakura Ayane packed up her small backpack.

The three of them walked out of the recording studio together.

Risa Taneda was still thinking about what had just happened.

EloimEssaim, it’s really cool. Xiaoxun is such a good kid with good taste.

Okay, write it down and use it secretly when I need to encourage myself in the future.