The more tracks left for singers, the higher the tolerance rate. You can record them more than ten times during recording, spread them all over, and excerpt them according to the quality. For example, if you sing the first two sentences well for the first time and the second time for the chorus well, you can combine the best parts together to eliminate flaws.

On the other hand, the reason why the threshold for being a singer has become lower can also be said to be due to the development of technology. They have a lot of tracks to squander. In addition, excellent post-production software and tuning masters who have rejuvenated their skills can turn any singing into magic.

But even if Mr. West Lake is a tuning boss, it is still too difficult to leave only three tracks for the singer.

Lu Jian is not just a small game, he wants record-level quality.

"Our is quite simple, with a total of 12 tracks." Mr. West Lake crossed his legs and shook the folding fan. "The first version has been calculated, and there are 3 tracks left. The second version has only one track left. The singer must complete it at one time!"

"But her singing skills need to be stable..." Lu Jian remembered the Internationale again.

"You don't know that it was all simulated workstations, and the maximum number of tracks left for singers is two tracks. And the tape thing cannot be smeared, and whatever is sung is what it is." Mr. West Lake pursed his lips, "The singers were called singers at that time, and they must be done within one or two times! And the recording engineers at that time were also ruthless, so they listened to the live tunes on the spot. With just one chance, the sound editing should not be bad at all!"

What Mr. West Lake complains about is actually very similar to photography.

In the era of mechanical photography, photographers need to master aperture, focal length, exposure and shutter skills, and they cannot see the photo effect when taking pictures, relying solely on skills.

In the recording studio, the recording artist is equivalent to the photographer, but their processing objects have changed from images to sound. The mixer on the recording artist's hands is the aperture and shutter of the camera. The actual recording effect depends entirely on skills.

Later, with the popularization of digital cameras and image processing technologies, photographers gradually put more effort into post-processing. The technology of cameramen is no longer so unattainable. Anyone who adds a filter in the software can achieve the same effect. Afterwards, things become even more exaggerated. They can lose weight, can wear skin, and single eyelids turn into double eyelids. The power of post-processing is almost infinite.

In the recording studio, the mixers are responsible for post-processing. They combine many sound tracks together to blend the originally independent sounds into one, and then fine-tune the sound effects according to the style of the song to finally make a master.

In actual creation, the same person usually serves as the same person, not only because of the technical communication, but also because the recorder knows best where the good and what is bad, and when doing the mixing work, it is twice the result with half the effort.

But... the quality of this recording studio is worse than it looks, and the 12 tracks are really short of money, comparable to the last century, which greatly restricts the energy density of the song.

In addition, there is the most fatal point that Lu Jian discovered when he listened to the first version of the soundtrack.

"The sound of the violin is electronically synthesized, right?" Lu Jianzhong sat down again. He had noticed that there were not so many instruments in the recording studio. The texture of the violin in the soundtrack is very hard and the electronic feeling is too strong, so it must be fake.

"That's too obvious." Mr. West Lake nodded, "Our recording studio is too ordinary, with only guitars and keyboards. To be honest, that guitar is not good either. If there are better instruments, I guarantee the effect will be better."

Lu Jian looked up at the ceiling: "If it doesn't work, I'll go out and find a way. Go out to rent a shed, find a few performers, and that soundtrack... Eighty thousand yuan can be done, but we only have more than one hundred thousand left."

He said, looking back at the middle-aged man: "Can you go out and help with recording?"

The middle-aged man shook his head innocently.

Lu Jian frowned and murmured: "With so much money to spend this song, the remaining cash flow is too little, I'm afraid I won't have enough time to recover."

"But just use this set of equipment-" Mr. West Lake looked around, "I feel that this song is too blasphemous. If the quality is too poor, it will easily mess up."

Lu Jian rubbed his forehead and picked up his cell phone.

The recording studio upgrade requires 1,000 gold coins, but the balance is only 700.

This is a hard indicator to measure the quality of music. It would be too painful to lose on hardware.

It turns out that you can't become stronger without krypton gold!

Coincidentally, the countdown to the [Inquiry] function ended, and Lu Jian didn't want to click on it and entered his own question.

"Can the money obtained from the company's financing be included in the game coins?"

[No, it must be the income related to the artist.]

"What about the artist who signed the signing?"

【Yes, include it at one thousandth of exchange rate.】

"For example, if I transfer Qiao Qiao's contract to another company for 500,000, I will get..."

【500 gold coins.】

After answering this question, the [Inquiry] function enters the cooling countdown again and cannot be enabled.

Of course, Lu Jian will not sell Qiao Qiao, the benefits he can generate in the future are much greater than 500 gold coins and 500,000.

But his troubles still exist. He needs krypton gold before he makes a profit.

A middle-aged man with an oval face wearing frameless glasses seems to be waving to Lu Jian—

Come on, come on, do you want to become stronger? Come on.

It is impossible, as an adult, you will not be bewitched like this.

"If you don't work, give up the quality." Lu Jian waved, "You may lose your picky audience, but it's okay for the public."

"You are the boss, I just feel a little bit flawed when I listen to you." Mr. West Lake sighed, "The starter is the starter, and the remake cannot be made up for it. You think about it."

"Why are you so pretentious?"

As I was talking, the sound of a door slamming came from outside. Because it was a soundproof door, the sound was very stuffy and small.

Lu Jian turned his head and found that the "door light" at the door had been on for a long time. Because it was inconvenient to disturb the recording, there must be no doorbell in the recording studio, and there was only such a light instead.

Lu Jian walked over to open the door, only a crack was opened.

Qiao Qiao, who was wearing sportswear, held a small notebook with excitement: "It's been modified."

"How long has it been?"

"I thought I had to think for a long time, but before I could even get to the beach, I suddenly thought about it and quickly lie on the side of the road and wrote it down." Qiao Qiao said with a smile, "You said that Brother Jian is inspired. When you don't have time to open a mobile phone and enter the software, you can only use paper and pen."

The middle-aged man's voice came from behind: "Yes, I've used toilet paper."

Lu Jian felt that this sentence was very tasty and very tasty.

Mr. West Lake came over with a fan and opened the door: "Is there a new song? Let me see?"

Qiao Qiao looked at this look and couldn't help but be a little wary: "You are..."

"A buddy, my level is higher than mine." Lu Jian pulled Qiao Qiao in and closed the door.

Qiao Qiao handed the notebook to Lu Jian, and looked around the recording studio in a little surprised: "This is, it's really a recording studio!"

"Have you ever been in the shed?"

"I have only participated in the underground performances of the band." Qiao Qiao had already walked to the partition door and swallowed, "Can I... try it?"

"With the electricity plugged in, be careful." The middle-aged man from West Lake reminded.

"Thank you! Brother..." Qiao Qiao jumped in like a rabbit who had found a new nest. The professional recording studio was so tempting to him.

Lu Jian and Mr. Xihu sat back at the table and unfolded the notebook. The record this time was obviously more messy than before. I guess the inspiration was too sudden. I just lie on a telephone pole and wrote it down.

Mr. West Lake has already hummed the tone. Although the sound is a bit rough, the pitch is really fine: "Hmmm, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum,..."

He frowned while humming: "Well..."

"Isn't it good?" Lu Jian asked.

"Very good... obviously the early work of a great talent." Mr. West Lake scratched his head anxiously, "But I don't know why, I just feel very unhappy... I feel like I'm staying there, and my wife becomes someone else's!"

"Don't be pretentious, look at it." Lu Jian no longer needs to look at the tone, and this time he focused on the lyrics.

"You Who Are the One"

Will you remember tomorrow

Meeting at the corner yesterday

Will you still remember tomorrow

That heart-pounding you

Meet in the vast sea of ​​people

You who passed by each other

I also found out

You are also looking back

Who married you, the sentimental

Who reads your diary

Who has tied up your long hair

Who made your wedding dress

"The song is very good, just the lyrics..." Mr. West Lake commented bluntly, "I think it's very ordinary."

"I think it's OK." Lu Jian was dissatisfied.

"Here, the turning point is too abrupt, I don't think it can be done." Mr. West Lake pointed to the connection of the main chorus. "The chorus is filled with feelings. The main chorus is too playful, and it is like a romantic encounter. It cannot suddenly reach such a deep emotion."

"Well... something still frames him." Lu Jian grabbed his forehead, "It's a bit inconsistent, but I think it's OK."

“I feel very embarrassed.”

"Have you played enough? You can do it!"

"I really can!" Mr. West Lake ignored it and picked up a pen to cross out the lyrics of the main song. He wrote the lyrics immediately without thinking about it. He was as skillful and determined as if he took off his ex-girlfriend's underwear.

In less than a minute, the words were filled out - "You, My Deskmate", original.

At the same time, a prompt of -50 gold coins popped up on the phone.

Do it! Because it involves the experience library, the gold coins were forcibly requisitioned.

I had known that I would write the lyrics myself.

Lu Jian calmed down and read the lyrics again.

If you can't guess the problem, be careful to borrow half an eraser.

It is always said that graduation is far away, and I will go my separate ways in a blink of an eye.

Sure enough, only you, who is the deskmate, can arouse the itch hidden in your heart.

The past youthfulness evoked a faint regret, and the emotional resonance was much more intense than the frivolous and casual version of Qiao Qiao.

It's true that the original version is quite flavorful.

But Lu Jian was still a little reserved. He pointed to the original lyrics and pondered: "If you can do this, then Qiao Qiao's must be. I think it would be unfair to cross it out like this."

The middle-aged man in West Lake smiled indifferently: "Don't favoritism anymore, do you know which one is better."
Chapter completed!