Chapter 8 Country Composer

Ma Xiaoshu calculated with his fingers that 3,000 yuan for twenty days was not much. He could earn 5,000 yuan a month doing odd jobs. But the problem was that ordinary jobs did not include accommodation, and school dormitories were not allowed to live in the summer, so he needed to rent another apartment.

That's a lot of money.

What's more, people still need to eat when they are alive...

Looking at it this way, including food and accommodation for twenty days will actually make more money.

Besides, training is of no use. While I have food and accommodation there, I can find a part-time job. Wouldn’t that be double income?

You can also get involved in the music circle to understand the market and prepare for selling songs in the future.

After thinking about it, Ma Xiaoshu put away the promotion card and said seriously:

"Thank you, Teacher Zhou! I have loved music since I was a child! In order not to embarrass you, I will definitely train well!"

Lao Zhou was also a little moved, and started to argue like crazy, oh no...praise:

"Yes, yes! Although you still have many shortcomings, your musical talent deserves a better stage. I, Zhou, am willing to take the pressure to let you advance. As for the few lines of the song you just sang, many composers

I can't write it in my whole life. When did you start learning music?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "Last year."

Lao Zhou: "..."

Is this what you call loving music since childhood?

Lao Zhou asked again: "Who did you learn it from?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "I learned the guitar and simple notation from my roommate Gou Fugui. Oh, it's the one that spit on you before. I wonder if the teacher still remembers it."

Lao Zhou: "..."

I have a bit of an impression. That guy's breath is unstable and he's short of breath. He can't even spit out his saliva, but he still wants to sing?

The other three judges snickered.

Didn't you expect that? The bumpkin you praised so well is the disciple of the guy who spit on you.

Lao Zhou blushed and tried to make amends: "That player...although he has no talent, it can be seen that he really loves music. At least he is more reliable than anyone who relies on his body and face to advance."

Outside the court, the dying Gou Jian finally showed a smile, "Thank you so much."

A certain female judge looked gloomy and looked at Old Zhou sideways.

Ma Xiaoshu laughed: "The teacher is talking about Zhu Biao and Niu Ziming. They are also my roommates. One taught me how to write lyrics, and the other taught me how to dance."

Lao Zhou is speechless. It's your roommate who I can't stand?

Are you here to punish me?

The other judges laughed louder and mocked without restraint.

The judges have never been harmonious among themselves. They fight openly and secretly and criticize each other. There were even fights in the past few sessions.

The program director Zhang Yang was furious one moment, angry with Zhou for being disobedient, but the next moment he was grateful to Zhou for leaving Ma Xiaoshu.

Because the popularity of live broadcasts has suddenly skyrocketed, especially the number of comments.

The live barrage became very lively and noisy. Some people disliked Ma Xiaoshu, and naturally there were people to support him. Some said he was not worthy of promotion, and some thought his lyrics were nice.

Director Zhang immediately gave instructions to the judges. The live broadcast effect was good and this player can be developed again.

Lao Zhou didn't wear headphones and waved his hand: "Okay, Ma Xiaoshu, please go down."

Ma Xiaoshu turned around and left.

"etc!"

A female judge stopped him with an evil look in her eyes.

Ma Xiaoshu curled his lips, are you done yet?

The female judges were the ones who chose Zhu Biao and Niu Ziming. She asked: "Ma Xiaoshu, what is your dream?"

Almost all contestants who advance will be asked a few questions.

Ma Xiaoshu: "I want to write songs and be a composer."

The female judge laughed jokingly: "Are you the only one who is also a composer? Do you know staff music?"

Ma Xiaoshu said: "I know simple musical notation."

The female judge said bitterly: "Ha! Jane writes songs? You can't even write the notes? You are really talented. Lao Zhou has a vision! Do you know music theory?"

Ma Xiaoshu shook his head: "I don't understand."

"Then why do you write songs?"

"Just feel it."

"Hahahahaha..."

The judges laughed loudly, and the audience couldn't stand it anymore. Isn't this too stupid? Write a song based on your feelings?

The female judge said: "You can hum a few tunes, and you think you are a composer? At best, he is just a country composer, a fake composer who is not popular, and is even worse than Internet songs. There are not many in this world.

People are born with geniuses, and young people must know how to be humble and reverent."

Lao Zhou's face has turned dark, which means he is referring to Sang and scolding Huai.

Country composer.

What seems to be a mockery of Ma Xiaoshu's unrealistic delusions is actually a disparagement of Lao Zhou's professional ability and vision.

But Ma Xiaoshu was very happy: "Ah! Yes, yes... everything the teacher said is right! Thank you teacher, you gave me inspiration, and I wrote a new song."

The female judge was stunned: "What? What new song?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "Just when I was talking to you, I suddenly had a lot of inspiration. Phew... I wrote it."

The female judge thought that the other party was mocking her and said angrily: "You sing and listen! I have lived for decades and I have never seen someone write a song in his head! Is this your place to brag? You don't respect this stage!"

Ma Xiaoshu said seriously: "Then...I will show my shame."

Lao Zhou covered his face, regretting that he had not driven Ma Xiaoshu away forcefully just now. Now that Ma Xiaoshu is embarrassed, it is him who is embarrassed.

It’s impossible to write a new song right away!

Who can write a song so quickly?

Or dictating it in your head?

It seems... I am really going to be embarrassed today.

The female judge folded her hands with a sneer on her face, waiting to see Lao Zhou's joke: "You sing, if you have the ability, then sing."

Ma Xiaoshu was really grateful to the female judge and smiled extraordinarily brightly.

This is the first time in his life that he has played a song from a dream so smoothly, even smoother than the last time "When You". Thanks to the female judge's ridicule, every word he said to her, the dream

This song is even clearer.

The most important thing is that this song is almost complete, with lyrics, musical notation, arrangement, accompaniment, harmony... everything.

He sang excitedly:

Can't write notes

Writing songs is about feeling

Take a look at the world

More titles

Viewpoints from theoretical books

defective

award a medal

Say a dialogue

Don't talk about love

Also try to be as exciting as possible

Few people are born

Not a genius

The female judge was dumbfounded, Lao Zhou was shocked, and the other two judges also looked at each other.

What's this?

This is pointing at the monk and scolding the bald man!

I can’t write musical notes, but writing songs is about feeling. The views in the theory books are flawed, and few people are born without being geniuses... Every sentence is heartbreaking, and they are all harsh words to express the cynicism of the female judge just now.

Looking at the lyrics, it really looks like the song was written on the spot.

The key...it sounds great!
To be continued...