Chapter 7: His Song Is Decent Enough
In a thousands-member author group, Yu Wei surprisingly sent over two hundred red envelopes to gather enough follow-up reads needed for the song.
Thus, he even got a nickname “Spendthrift Boy”, also called “Money-Sprinkling Author”…
The web novel circle isn’t big to begin with, and many veteran authors are group netizens. This matter of his probably spreads to all reader groups within ten minutes, becoming a talking point among colleagues.
“Group Ten has a crazy author frantically sending red envelopes to boost follow-up reads.”
“Only twenty thousand words, what’s there to boost? If you’ve got money, give it to me instead.”
“A newcomer, it’ll be fun when he flops and can’t recoup his costs.”
……
At this moment, Yu Wei clearly had no time for these things. After the novel data met the standard, he directly redeemed the song.
Only when the entire song’s content gradually became clear in his mind did he understand what the system meant by “complete mastery”.
Know it, and know why.
He understood the song’s source of inspiration, creative process, and even the creator’s state of mind at the time; he could experience a bit of it.
Yu Wei knew nothing about music theory, but at this moment, he was completely familiar with the song’s composition, arrangement, singing, and performance.
Now he could not only perform it, but even if a professional came to chat with him about the song’s details, he could discuss it knowledgeably.
But it was limited to this song; for other works, it wouldn’t work…
Conceptually godlike, but don’t mess with anything outside the concept.
His current situation was like someone who could make mapo tofu, with superb knife skills and precise heat control, maxed out in both theory and practice.
But ask him to stir-fry shredded potatoes, and he couldn’t.
Yu Wei wasn’t afraid to talk about this song, but if it was other music, he was still a complete layman.
“Looks like I still need to learn some things in the future.”
Yu Wei decided to cram some music foundation knowledge in addition to writing in the future, to handle various unexpected situations.
In novels, the protagonist only follows the main storyline without worrying about these, but in life, there are only side stories, no main storyline.
For example, suddenly a musician asks him to critique his work; he should at least say something substantial.
These things aren’t in the plot, but they are part of life…
If he really wants to become a star, he can’t just rely on the system; he still needs to learn some things.
“Let’s redeem the song first.”
The performance program list is issued as soon as it’s ready; no time for him to dawdle.
The music supervisor was helping Zhang Lingye with recording and tuning in the recording studio with the staff. Seeing him come, the few obviously paused, seeming a bit surprised.
This kid usually just hides in the dance studio playing on his mobile phone; why did he suddenly come to the recording studio today?
“Teacher, I want to change songs!”
This time, Yu Wei was full of confidence, completely different from his hesitant appearance the day before yesterday.
This kid still hasn’t given up…
“The program list is already done; it’s too late.”
Music supervisor Hong Hui teased simply. The performance was the day after tomorrow; he had no time to joke with Yu Wei.
“It can be changed if it hasn’t been issued!”
Yu Wei had persisted for days and naturally wouldn’t give up just like that. “This might be my last stage performance in this lifetime; just give me a chance…”
Playing the emotion card always works. Hong Hui was silent for a long time and finally relented amid Zhang Lingye’s help.
“What do you want to sing? Let’s record it urgently.”
The price of being soft-hearted is that he has to work overtime…
“No need to record; I can sing on-site.” Yu Wei noticed the crowd’s instantly changed expressions and hurriedly added, “I wrote it myself; no time for accompaniment.”
Recording the song is for convenient lip-syncing later. With band accompaniment, lip-syncing won’t be too obvious.
His new song now had no time to rehearse and trial-error with the band, so he had to go solo.
Without band accompaniment, lip-syncing would still be too obvious, and temporarily no need to record the song.
“Buddy…”
Zhang Lingye suspected he misheard. Counting from trainee days, he’d known Yu Wei for six years; when did this guy learn to write songs?
He’d come proactively, so he probably did have a song.
Zhang Lingye believed Yu Wei had indeed written a song, but since he wasn’t professional, the result was probably mediocre, even unlistenable.
With a flash of insight, he understood.
Yu Wei must know he was leaving the industry and wanted to sing his amateur scribble without regrets before departing…
If he weren’t becoming a star, he’d definitely do something wild like this too, writing his years of experiences into a song to forever commemorate on stage.
Seal my story here.
Brother, I get you!
This was Yu Wei’s last stage in his lifetime; he had to help no matter what!
“I’ve heard his song; it’s passable. What do you think, teacher…”
“?”
Buddy, when did you hear it?
Yu Wei hadn’t expected a wingman to pop up midway. Though his idea might be a bit off, willingness to help was good.
“You guys are making this hard for me.”
Hong Hui rubbed his brow. He was just a music supervisor; the farewell performance involved many departments, and his word didn’t count.
“Here’s the deal: sing it once first, I’ll check it. If no problem, I’ll go explain to the director…”
This was typical official speak; success or failure would be the music director’s issue, not his.
He might not even report it upward. A song written by a young fresh meat who’s been lying flat for years— he could guess the level.
Either pretentious whining or self-indulgent… self-proclaimed songs by youngsters; he’d seen plenty.
“Lend me the guitar.”
Yu Wei eagerly pointed at Zhang Lingye’s guitar nearby; he really wanted to try playing this guitar melody.
Suddenly learning a new skill, who’d not want to try it.
“You can do this too?”
“Didn’t you hear it?”
“…”
Zhang Lingye was speechless for a moment. Heard what? He’d only said that to back Yu Wei up.
He’d helped him out, and this kid turned around to tease him—really malicious…
“…Tune the guitar for me.”
“Can’t you play it?”
Zhang Lingye was completely clueless about what Yu Wei wanted now. Said he wanted to play guitar but couldn’t tune it—was this even human?
His buddy wouldn’t have really gone crazy, right?
“Cough cough, you’d better tune your own guitar.”
Yu Wei was a bit embarrassed too; he could only play “Heart Wall” now and temporarily didn’t know how to handle this guitar potato…
With him making such a fuss, Zhang Lingye and Hong Hui no longer believed in this song’s standard. Couldn’t play guitar, couldn’t write songs, yet planning to do singing and playing—what was he thinking?
They foresaw the tragedy about to unfold; perhaps, this was their fate…
Zhang Lingye’s inner heart was more tormented because he’d decided that no matter how badly Yu Wei sang later, he’d grit his teeth and praise it.
If he didn’t stand up for his brother, who would?
Honestly, Yu Wei had the nerve to play, but he was embarrassed to listen—caught a case of secondhand embarrassment.
Zhang Lingye pretended to be calm and turned away, as if a bit unable to bear watching.
But the next second, an incredibly fluid guitar melody came from behind. Before he could turn back, Yu Wei’s singing and playing had begun.
Yu Wei was really singing and playing himself. He could make mistakes, play wrong notes; this feeling was very wondrous…
In many entertainment novels, protagonists sing perfectly every time, not like a performance but like pressing play.
He could deliberately pitch very high, press his voice very low, even imitate Donald Duck by squeezing his throat.
Yu Wei could personally feel it was him singing, not the song leading him.
“That’s enough.”
He’d only sung a few lines when Hong Hui stopped him.
Actually, Hong Hui felt from the intro that this song was extraordinary. Such a high standard song was really written by Yu Wei?
He’d misjudged; this kid was probably a genius!
Good thing he’d been soft-hearted and listened…
“By the way, Lingye, your evaluation of this song was just ‘passable’?”
Zhang Lingye gave an awkward laugh, somewhat speechless. He’d only said that to cover for Yu Wei; who knew the kid could really write songs.
If this was just passable, then their group’s songs were all utter trash?
“It’s, it’s okay…”
