Chapter 386: Chapter 241: At the sa ti! They received an invitation to the New Year’s Eve party, regarding the choice of songs…
Xu Qingyan couldn’t help but lower his gaze upon hearing this, concealing the flash of ferocity in his eyes.
Zou Lewei was essentially being marginalized. Managing stage props was a laborious task. Although he didn’t personally have to do the work, he was expected to keep up appearances. There was no hope of him returning to the director’s team.
The second generation always had special treatnt.
Ordinary people who’d made such a foolish mistake would have been kicked out long ago; they might even struggle to find work in this industry.
However, being transferred away from the director’s team ant it was difficult to get in touch with him. He could only play it by ear, looking for an opportunity to give him a push, to send him off to recuperate.
“Fine then, the prop departnt is actually quite suitable for him.”
“Let’s not worry about it for now. The aerial silks dance rehearsal is in progress over there, do you want to take a look?” Gan Wenchang raised his eyebrows, revealing a “you know what I an” smile.
Xu Qingyan initially wanted to refuse; he wasn’t exactly starved for feminine company. However, he swallowed his words as they reached his lips, realizing it couldn’t hurt to check out the aerial silks since he wasn’t busy with work.
The rehearsal site for the program group was in the Zhen Guan Square of the Sleepless City, where only a handful of people could watch the rehearsal. In reality, there wasn’t much to see, as the perforrs were all makeup-free and testing new acts.
When the two walked over, they just so happened to see the prop team working on a support structure below. From a distance, it looked like tubes with great flexibility.
“What is that thing?” Gan Wenchang asked.
“I don’t know, you can ask them later.”
The stage’s backdrop hadn’t been erected yet. Seven perforrs were climbing up to the aerial props with the assistance of the staff. There was a fixed base below with a platform on top.
About four or five ters up, when the perforrs stood on it, they were nearly five ters high. The sight of their long sleeves fluttering in the air was ethereal, combining a sense of strength and flexibility, sowhat stunning to watch.
The perforrs were temporarily pulled from the group, not responsible for being on stage, just testing the props. They were checking what needed to be changed, and only in January would formal perforrs co to rehearse.
It was currently November, and the program selections were still in progress. They were making all possible improvents, and once that was without issue, they would bring in people, reportedly from a song and dance theater in the northwest.
“Asking about tal rods instead of getting the girls’ contact information, bro, are you out of your mind?” Gan Wenchang delivered an elbow strike and returned his focused attention to the girls.
Xu Qingyan lost interest after a short while; compared to the girls, he had a greater preference for the few rods.
He longed to stand up there and shake them.
A few more days passed.
After Jiang Ling secretly terminated her contract, her first new song “Yu Ai” was released with much fanfare.
On the first day, sales broke eighty thousand.
Jiang Ling: “Thank you, Teacher Xu, the new song is getting a great response…”
When Xu Qingyan received this ssage, he was mulling over a new song, about to pluck “Orchid Pavilion Preface,” considering how to produce “Cold fireworks.”
He was now similar to a hamster like Pei Muchan, probably because of spending too much ti together. He had picked up the habit of hoarding, plucking scores whenever he had the ti and storing them all on his external hard drive.
He had also written a few openings for TV drama scripts but hadn’t decided which to start with.
His progress in registering a film and television company was almost complete. Once it was officially finished, he could start recruiting staff and begin project planning and filming.
Xu Qingyan: “Mm.”
Not knowing what else to say, he responded with a hum and went to check the comnt section of “Yu Ai,” which indeed seed quite positive so far.
For instance, “It was raining when I listened to the song, and the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves was so distinct and rhythmic, it felt truly wonderful.”
“The rain happened in sumr, and so did the regrets.”
After a quick scan, the feedback seed good, but in Xu Qingyan’s view, it was lukewarm at best.
Still, first-day sales of eighty thousand were enough to excite Jiang Ling. She hadn’t seen such high figures in a long ti, and finally, she saw her career looking up.
The minor success of “Yu Ai” further solidified her belief that leaving Yun Yi was the right choice.
Even Xu Qingyan’s indifference couldn’t dampen the joy in her heart, but before she could revel in it for long, soone suddenly sent her a ssage.
“I have another song, want to sign it?”
She was stunned, experiencing a feeling akin to a regular Joe being outplayed by an NBA water boy. She once had her peak, basked in the adoration of thousands; she wasn’t popular anymore, but she wasn’t dead either.
The remnants of her first song’s success hadn’t even faded when Xu Qingyan casually inquired.
Another song, want to sign it?
As if her recent self-satisfaction, all her joyful emotions, were trivial. The smile she had just managed to form was crushed before she could even savor it.
At this mont, Jiang Ling’s feelings were extrely complex.
It was like a fantasy novel where a once-celebrated genius had regressed in power. After struggling to finally et an old man willing to pass on his knowledge, just managing Foundation Establishnt, she hears the old man casually say,
“Well enough, it’s ti for Core Formation.”
Writing songs seed as common as eating and drinking in his hands; he used to pretend otherwise, giving excuses like flukes or having taken a long ti.
But ever since “Blue and White Porcelain” appeared out of thin air, Jiang Ling felt he couldn’t be bothered to hide anymore. It was as if he was blatantly saying, “Writing songs? Buddy, I have no competition.”
She finally understood why Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou, the two young divas, willingly revolved around him. His songwriting truly knew no bounds, it was utterly despairing.
Behind the screen, Jiang Ling took a deep breath.
“Sign!”
Half a minute later, without a word, Xu Qingyan tossed over the sheet music.
Jiang Ling was shocked by Xu Qingyan’s directness. If the first ti he sent the sheet music was to show sincerity in collaboration, then the second ti…
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