Chapter 0003 My Original Songs

What?

Wang Mei's lips twitched slightly: "It's quite good, let's go with it. Ning Xuan, are you free this afternoon? Please help him improve the falsetto part a bit more..."

After the first climax, the melody naturally echoed in the minds of Wang Mei and Xia Ningxuan. When the second climax approached, they would unconsciously hum along. Perhaps they only slightly parted their lips without producing any sound, but its infectiousness was undeniable

Wang Mei hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "The song is a good song, but I fear its style may not be accepted by the fans..."

Wang Mei noticed his continued disdain, and her expression darkened somewhat: "Han Lan, could you please recognize your own position? Even if you had some achievements when you debuted as a child, that is all in the past! How long have you been out of the spotlight? The entertainment industry has long forgotten you! Right now, you are just a new trainee! What right do you have to complain about this and that? I cannot find someone to help you write songs!"

Come!

After finishing the song, Han Lan finally let out a slight sigh of relief and looked up at them with a grin, asking, "How was it? Not bad, right?"

Taking a deep breath, he made an effort to recall the rhythm in his mind, and his fingers clumsily began to play the score.

A good song always leaves an impression after you have listened to it once, allowing you to remember it

I will find someone to help you arrange the music and create the accompaniment

Oh right, the most important thing—whitening! Reducing muscle! Don't forget!

Han Lan was quite unhappy, but still made an effort to calm her emotions and fit into this circle: "Alright, Sister Mei, what song do you think I should sing?"

Han Lan shrugged and shamelessly admitted: "Of course, if you haven't heard of it, then it must be my original work!"

As the conversation concluded, Han Lan covered her mouth with her hand and made a sound: "Puff puff..."

This song "Sailor" can be considered an old song from his world, but classics never age. Sometimes, when he receives escort missions, he always sings it loudly accompanied by the sea breeze and waves, and even a few foreigners in his mercenary group have learned to sing along.

In this day and age, it is indeed rare to hear such good songs...

Wang Mei also sighed helplessly: "Han Lan, the idol market is basically fixed. To put it bluntly, you will be competing with other idol trainees for fans. The songs they sing are not of this style, so their fans are very unlikely to appreciate it and will not pay for it. This is your first battle after debuting, and I do not recommend that you take the risk of betting that fans will like you as an outlier"

Alright, thank you, Sister Mei! Thank you, Teacher Xia! Han Lan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and it seemed that he had truly been accepted by his manager.

Han Lan did not have the time to explain to her, seizing the moment: "Put your hands up... Put your hands up... Who is this, welcome to the party! My world, on the spacious street! Crank up the music, and recite a bit of chatter..."

After the song was finished, the two of them were still unable to clearly hear a few lines of the lyrics

He said, what is this little pain in the wind and rain, dry your tears and do not be afraid, at least we still have dreams! He said, what is this little pain in the wind and rain, dry your tears and do not ask why

Hmm?" Wang Mei was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Your own original song? You can write songs?"

Wang Mei hesitated for a moment and tentatively asked, "Do you know how to rap? Their style has been leaning towards this recently"

Sister Mei, how are you

Han Lan was slightly taken aback: "Mandarin rap?"

After a narrative-like light singing, the accompaniment became more powerful, and the climax arrived

There is no DJ in the practice room, so let's start with some beatboxing to set the rhythm and find the vibe

Xia Ningxuan had not yet recovered from the shock brought by the music. Listening to Han Lan's words, she couldn't help but clap her hands in praise, saying: "It is a great song, a classic that can be sung for many years! Wonderful, I really like its climax, it is very inspiring... What is its name?"

It is difficult to hear what is being sung

They say this is a song that belongs to men

Sailor

Xia Ningxuan also advised: "Han Lan, although the quality of these two songs is average, they are still much better compared to the works of newcomers."

Wang Mei also fell silent; although Han Lan played somewhat awkwardly, it was evident that he indeed knew how to play the piano

This is far from comparable to the two songs provided by Wang Mei

Because it does not conform to the trend

These two songs are of very poor quality and are not quite suitable for my style

Wang Mei could be overlooked, but in front of a beauty like Xia Ningxuan, Han Lan certainly could not admit to being inadequate. He stood up and signaled that he needed a piano, and Xia Ningxuan moved to stand beside Wang Mei, crossing her arms in preparation to watch his performance

Trend

Why? Han Lan could not understand

Han Lan could not help but envision the figure of a pop music mogul in her mind, sighing, she accepted it with a smile

Han Lan nervously pressed the piano keys, striving to find some feeling. He could play the piano, both before and after his transmigration. Before his transmigration, as one of the world's top mercenaries, his life was not just about shooting and killing. In his mercenary group, there was a retired veteran from the SAS (Special Air Service of the British Army), who, it was said, had studied piano before enlisting. In his spare time, he would play a few pieces for his old comrades, although for most of them, it was like playing to a cow. However, Han Lan was quite interested and learned a bit alongside him. After his transmigration, this body had also learned piano, so he still had some impression of it.

Sister Mei, you may have misunderstood. What I mean is that I have my own original songs

No problem

Wang Mei no longer pressed for answers, even if he had someone help him write it, it was still a good song. She believed that as long as a good platform was provided, this song would quickly become popular, and its singability would definitely be high

Is there?" Xia Ningxuan asked with some anticipation

"Do you still play the piano?" Wang Mei asked

Yes, of course there is. Han Lan stepped out, took a deep breath, moved her tongue around, and licked her somewhat dry lips, reminiscing about the days spent sparring with her Black comrades

Well, of course, it doesn't have to be purely rap; as long as it incorporates some elements of rap, that would suffice. It is preferable to be a fast-paced song, so fast that one cannot clearly understand what is being sung...

"Do you also know Bbox?" Wang Mei was astonished, what on earth? None of this was mentioned on the resumes!

Sister Mei, I would like to sing another song

... ...

At this moment, after the prelude, Han Lan's emotions had also been cultivated, and she began to sing with a voice that still carried a hint of sorrow: "The feeling of bitter sand stinging my face is like a father's scolding, a mother's weeping, forever unforgettable..."

Jokingly, Jay Chou's "One Breath to Persuade Everyone to Retreat" was created for the purpose of battling with his Black comrades, and he indeed wore his lips raw in the process

"Sailor? Did you really write this?" Wang Mei looked at him in disbelief.

Xia Ningxuan felt a surge of curiosity, as she had not heard this particular prelude before. The rhythm was very strong, with occasional flaws, likely due to Han Lan playing a wrong note

Then Sister Mei, shall I sing this song when I go on stage?

The two were utterly captivated when a falsetto was performed during the climactic part.

Without a DJ, the rap ultimately lacked a certain feel, yet the rapid tempo combined with the rhythmic delivery still left the two in a state of astonishment