"Xiao Xiazi, donate your iPad."

I opened GarageBand on my iPad, connected it to Gu Xiaobai’s electric piano, and directly recorded the main melody and accompaniment.

Gu Xiaobai, who had no dreams, just played in the key of C major, in beat four and four, no matter how simple it was. Anyway, Gu Xiaobai's vocal range didn't need to change the key at all.

The bmp (tempo) for the verse is set at 110, and the chorus is slowed down to 85.

When playing, he also improvised and added preludes, interludes, fill-ins... Gu Xiaobai relied entirely on his own instinct to randomly touch the notes on the keyboard.

But Gu Xiaobai's ability to improvise may be much stronger than his ability to write melody, and his prelude, interlude, fill-in, etc. are not inferior at all.

Once you have the basic accompaniment, the rest can be done step by step.

"I'm going to borrow a condenser microphone from Brother Yao."

When recording songs, the sensitivity of dynamic microphones is not good after all, so condenser microphones are still needed.

Zhou Xianting turned around and left. Ever since he borrowed the ukulele from Fu Wenyao last time, Zhou Xianting seemed to regard Fu Wenyao as the manager of the equipment warehouse. He had everything anyway.

Not long after, the microphone was borrowed and a brother Yao was brought along to watch the fun.

After setting up the microphone stand, connecting the microphone and adapter, the dormitory was quite quiet. Then the door was closed, and everyone held their breath. Zhou Xianting tried the microphone, and by the way, he scanned a section with his ukulele, and casually added it to the arrangement.

"The microphone is fine, Xiaobai can sing now."

Gu Xiaobai pondered: "Should I be anonymous?"

"Anonymous? Why..."

"Look at everyone's reaction to this song." Gu Xiaobai said.

If we knew it was sung by Gu Xiaobai, how could everyone's evaluation of this song be objective?

It had long been torn into pieces.

Although Gu Xiaobai wants to complete the task, he doesn't like cheating either.

Moreover, he is afraid of trouble.

"Yes..." Several people nodded, and then wondered: "Xiao Bai, didn't you write your own song because you haven't sang recently?"

Gu Xiaobai rolled his eyes, of course not. I don’t have time to read a book, but I come to write songs. Is it so free that my balls ache?

There are so many good works waiting for me to cover them, okay?

If it weren't for completing the mission, the devil would write the song!

"It's no use being anonymous, don't you know it when you sing?" Gu Xiaobai's timbre is so recognizable.

"Then you can't use your usual timbre..." Gu Xiaobai breathed a few times, pronounced a few sounds, and adjusted his voice to cover up his usual timbre.

"Xiaobai, do you have a cigarette voice? This seems to be popular on the Internet." Wang Haixia asked after hearing Gu Xiaobai adjust his voice.

"Smoking voice?" Gu Xiaobai said, "You can't sing too much because it will damage your vocal cords, but it's okay to try."

Gu Xiaobai tried a few words, and the bubble sounds were mixed with the half-closed vocal cords, and he found the feeling of a leaky so-called smoke throat. Listening to the low, hoarse and unstable voice produced by Gu Xiaobai, Wang Haixia nodded repeatedly: "

Yes, yes, that’s the sound.”

Several people in the dormitory looked at each other and snickered.

This kind of timbre is really two extremes from Gu Xiaobai's usual way of singing.

Very internet, very popular, very Douyin.

It is absolutely impossible to tell that this song was sung by Xiaobai.

When this song really becomes popular and everyone knows that this song is sung by Gu Xiaobai, what will their expression be like?

It’s fun to think about it.

Of course, the song has to become popular first.

After adjusting their voices, the recording began. Everyone huddled aside, blocked the door, and cleared the corridor so that no one would interfere with Gu Xiaobai's singing.

Gu Xiaobai doesn't like Yanqiang. He thinks it is really boring and has no skills.

When he sang, he changed it slightly, adding a little change and layering between the bubble sound and the degree of air leakage.

Instantly, it was as if the clay Buddha had been plated with gold and became high-end.

Go through it once.

After listening to it once, everyone felt that something was missing.

"The chorus should be less conflicting. Xiaobai, can you be dramatic?" asked gold medal arranger Wang Haixia.

"What is the drama?" Gu Xiaobai didn't understand.

"That's it." Wang Haixia randomly found some ancient drama from the Internet and asked Gu Xiaobai to listen to it.

So Gu Xiaobai sang the chorus again with her smokey voice + dramatic accent + rising key.

That feeling of wandering around the world with a hint of loneliness came out all of a sudden.

"Not bad...I feel it!"

“It sounds better than the ancient music I usually listen to!”

"I really want to see their expressions when they hear this song..."

"Hahahaha... Why do I feel like I am the mastermind behind the scenes, an evil villain!"

Several people in dormitory 306 were inexplicably excited.

Fu Wenyao came to see the excitement: "..."

His expression was helpless.

His heart was broken.

His fists were clenched.

Xiaobai, please have some dreams, please!

Can you please write some classy songs?

This kind of songwriting method with no dreams, no emotions, and no skills, the songs written may sound good, but they are too mediocre!

It simply lowers the standard of our Dongwon University musicians!

But why does it feel so much more high-end when Xiaobai sings it?

It’s so infuriating to have a high-end voice that sings everything beautifully!

"What does it feel like that's missing?" Wang Haixia, the gold medal arranger, continued to pinch his chin. Once he pinched it, a poisonous plan came out, "Ancient style music is all about piano. How can a ukulele soundtrack be used? It has to be used.

Let’s play some folk instruments, Xiaobai, and the flute.”

Gu Xiaobai took out his flute, thought for a moment, and started playing the prelude, inserting a melodious flute song in the middle.

The arrangement suddenly became much richer and more Chinese-style.

Especially the unstable sound produced by the sudden change of tone under the impact of several airflows, like a hidden weapon breaking through the air, a sword colliding, full of murderous intent, and overflowing with chivalry.

The Jianghu meaning came out all of a sudden.

"Well...what's missing? I'll play Duan Pipa." Zhou Xianting said.

"You can also play the pipa?" Wang Haixia glared.

"I...of course can't," Zhou Xianting said, "but the iPad can..."

He opened the instrument interface of GarageBand, found the pipa, played a few passages randomly, selected one that felt good, and added it to the chorus of "The white feather sits on the golden saddle, watching the king and his ministers finally feast".

It feels pretty good, with a feeling of clanking arrow feathers.

Several people randomly added and subtracted from the arrangement. After listening to it a few times, they felt it was almost the same.

Gu Xiaobai re-adjusted the piano accompaniment to match the newly added instruments and his own singing voice, and played it again.

Finally, a suitable virtual drummer was selected and matched with drum beats.

Go through it from beginning to end.

From writing to recording, it took less than an hour.

"Did we really write this song?" Wang Haixia, who was just plotting poison and asking for a girl from beginning to end, looked in disbelief.

Several other people also looked at each other.

Sounds good!

It sounds really good!

It turns out that if you want a good song, it's that simple...

We are awesome! Give yourself a thumbs up!

Brother Yao silently pulled out his condenser mic, hugged his ukulele and left, as lonely as an old mother who had been kicked out of the house...

The pride and perseverance of Dongwon University musicians are gone! All gone!

After recording, it’s time to upload.
To be continued...