Chapter 20 The perfect melody

It rained heavily the next day.

During breakfast, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't really want to chat with Ma Xiaoshu, either because of the weather or because she didn't have a good rest at night.

Seems very manic.

But Ma Xiaoshu did not dislike her and read the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" to her for more than ten minutes. Teacher Lin felt depressed and called the security guard.

After subduing the security guards, Ma Xiaoshu was pulled by the director to have a one-on-one chat.

Director Zhang Yang is just mediocre and has little inspiration. My brother Ma and he don’t have much in common and we are not on the same level.

"Why do you want to be angry with Lin Xiaoxiao? Although she is a bit targeted at you, but...she is a teacher after all! You must respect the teacher!"

"I can write new songs by chatting with her. I'll be inspired!"

"Then why don't you look for Jackdaw? Didn't you also say that he is very inspiring?"

"He's here? Where is he?"

"Uh... you're putting on makeup, you... eh? I haven't finished my lecture yet. If you harass the teacher again, the program team will expel you..."

The guy's figure was gone, as if he had started sprinting.

Zhang Yang rubbed his face with both hands. This Ma Xiaoshu... was really innocent. He just wanted to get inspiration from Lin Xiaoxiao, and he didn't have much malice. But the problem was that Lin Xiaoxiao had been tortured to the point of neurasthenia.

There is absolutely nothing we can do about such a weird and ridiculous player.

You say something but he doesn't understand it, he understands it but doesn't do it, you do it but he makes it wrong, he doesn't admit it when he's wrong, and he doesn't change it even after he admits it.

How many days has it been?

The entire program team was conquered by Ma Xiaoshu, and the legend of Brother Shu was spread everywhere. Even the master chef in the cafeteria invited him to cook in the kitchen, and the mechanical maintenance team also prepared work clothes for Ma Xiaoshu, and he was treated completely like himself.

Just hope...

Jackdaw must have a good heart!

Those who dare to do something crazy on stage are different. They are drinking the soy milk and fried dough sticks sent by Ma Xiaoshu happily, while Jackdaw looks unruly.

Didn't you criticize me last time?

how?

Now that you know my fame and strength, are you scared? Are you trying to curry favor with me again?

"Teacher, is the soy milk light? Are the fried dough sticks okay?"

"Hmm... that's okay."

"That's good."

Ma Xiaoshu happily moved a small mat, sat in the corner of the dressing room, took out a small notebook, and watched Jackdaw put on his makeup with a smile.

Some of the soy milk was spilled by Lin Xiaoxiao, but Ma Xiaoshu mixed it with some water, and the amount was still quite sufficient. Although the fried dough sticks were cold, Ma Xiaoshu heated them with a lighter on the road, and it should be OK.

Oh, this is how makeup is applied!

It's the same as a head transplant.

Even after putting on makeup like this, Jackdaw no longer looks ugly, he looks like a human or a dog.

The makeup is almost done, the hairstylist takes over and rubs the bird's nest.

Jackdaw squinted at Ma Xiaoshu: "What do you want from me? Weren't you very cool on stage last time?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "You didn't drag me, I just came to see you."

Jackdaw hesitated to speak, why are you still competing with me? I should drag you, so why do you?

Look at me?

Don't think that by trying to please me, I can look down on a country bumpkin like you.

Ma Xiaoshu added: "I like chatting with you and Teacher Lin. You can give me inspiration. I don't know who made Teacher Lin angry today. My new song depends on you, only the chorus is missing."

Jackdaw suddenly lost his appetite for drinking soy milk. After doing it for a long time, he still came to amuse me?

He said angrily: "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you stupid enough to still write a song? Even if you write it, what will happen? You don't think you can really advance to the national competition and become a star, do you?

"

Ma Xiaoshu shook his head. He just wanted to write a song: "Erhuo, what kind of son wants to be a star?"

Jackdaw: "..."

Ma Xiaoshu was very serious and his eyes were shining.

I seem to have captured something in my head, but there is still a window paper left...

Jackdaw was very angry, since there were no outsiders here anyway, so he was going to humiliate Ma Xiaoshu severely to let him know how rubbish he was.

He laughed: "Last year, as an ordinary person, I pursued my dreams on this stage. The people who came here were all looking for the future, but they were all stepped on by me. I am the champion.

, I can return home rich and shining. Now, I have a net worth of tens of millions, and appearance fees are tens of millions. I am crowded with people everywhere I go. A meal of dog food for my dog ​​is enough for you to spend a month! You

This kind of thing will never become a star!"

Ma Xiaoshu buried his head and started writing in a small notebook.

Worthy of being the King of Hange!

Inspiration surged, and the chorus came into being.

"Looking for the future... This is a good word. Returning home from wealth is too vulgar. It's like a nouveau riche. Let's change it..."

Ma Xiaoshu muttered.

Jackdaw looked uncertain: "What the hell are you writing?"

Ma Xiaoshu ignored him.

Jackdaw: "Don't think that you can be crazy because Xue Cheng supports you. I am the last champion of "Shining Boy". Look at me! To be a star, you need to have a star face. What do you have? You have nothing but ugliness. Not only is it ugly, it is also tacky.

…”

Ma Xiaoshu closed the book with a confused look on his face: "Are you ugly? Are you still a bitch? Don't feel inferior. The most important thing to be an artist is self-confidence. Even if you put on heavy makeup, others won't be able to see it. As the saying goes, one white mask can cover up all ugliness."

Jackdaw: "I'm talking about you..."

"Thank you, the song is ready."

Ma Xiaoshu hummed a song, shook his head and walked away.

Jackdaw was trembling with anger and yelled at the people around him: "Why the hell didn't he listen to me just now? He wrote a song? Was he just pretending?"

Everyone was silent, they were just here to write songs, and they left as soon as they were done.

Moreover, listen to the melody... Ma Xiaoshu's song can beat yours a hundred times. King Hange, don't you have any idea?

As Ma Xiaoshu walked, he summarized his experiences and lessons.

It seems that the songs in dreams need stimulation to flow out, and they need to meet the right person and the right thing.

It is basically triggered by actions and words in the interaction. Ma Xiaoshu's situation and the other party's words can trigger the awakening of the musical works in the dream...

It's just that it's so unpredictable.

Back in Group D, Ma Xiaoshu was captured by Zhou Qifeng.

"Xiaoshu, I tinkered with the arrangement for you, and by the way, I helped you write a chorus melody. It goes well with your verse part. Please listen to it..."

Zhou Qifeng was very serious and responsible. After speaking, he took out the music score and started playing and singing by himself, mainly humming the chorus.

Finished singing.

Lao Zhou said: "Singing an original song in a competition is difficult. The writing time is too short, but if you sing it well, you will be very good. What do you think of this chorus melody?"

Ma Xiaoshu scratched his head: "But this was written by you, not me."

Lao Zhou: "Who told you that original songs are all written by the composers themselves? Arrangers are also composers, especially for competition programs. It is normal for the arranger to help change the melody and write the melody. Just put your name on it.

"

Ma Xiaoshu: "I still want to write it myself."

Lao Zhou said anxiously: "Don't feel embarrassed. We arrangers often write melodies for others, so don't feel guilty..."

Ma Xiaoshu took out a small notebook: "But I have written it all."

"ha?"

Old Zhou Yi was stunned.

Are you kidding me?

You went to bed so early last night and were dragged to lecture by the director in the morning. Where did you find the time to write the chorus?

I still stayed up half the night last night to help you revise a section using what I wrote before. Doesn’t it take time to write a song?

Zhou Qifeng took the small notebook and read it.

There were only lyrics, but I couldn't figure out why, so I asked Ma Xiaoshu to sing it himself.

Ma Xiaoshu finished singing.

Zhou Qifeng silently put away the staff he had written, with an expression a little confused and a little relieved. He was indeed the genius I selected in the audition.

Perfect lyrics, perfect melody!

Dimensionality reduction attack!

This is the melody, what the hell did I write.

Nothing...
Chapter completed!