90: How about changing the team and reshooting?

Chen Fang put on the monitoring headphones.

Soon, a deep piano melody and Yue Qingzhu's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the headphones.

Chen Fang listened and jotted down the issues he found.

Three and a half minutes later, Yue Qingzhu walked out of the recording studio and sat down in front of the mixing console.

"Teacher Yue, as the lyricist and composer, I have a small suggestion for you, just for your reference." Chen Fang was mindful of her seniority and spoke very tactfully.

"Just say it directly."

"You used the raven voice less before, right?"

"Right."

"Your original voice is clearer, and it's hard to achieve a very hoarse raven voice in a short time. I personally think it's fine to use your original voice; it can be slightly hoarse, but there's no need to make it difficult for yourself. With a little less technique, perhaps the emotional expression will be more abundant, right?"

Yue Qingzhu pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Chen Fang felt that Yue Qingzhu seemed to have many concerns, giving off a feeling of being constrained. Her pursuit of perfection in technique led to her inability to fully express her emotions.

In his memory, her song last year didn't have this problem. Could it be that her desire to win was too strong, causing her competitive spirit to overshadow her desire for artistic expression?

Chen Fang pondered for a moment.

The advantage of the raven voice is its sense of power and emotional depth. The goal is still power and emotion. However, a sense of power and emotional depth are not limited to just this one way of expression.

A moderate hoarseness is enough for her. But she seemed to be pursuing perfect hoarseness.

Then let's do the opposite.

Chen Fang said, "How about I sing it for you with a completely unhoarse voice? I'm not saying you should sing it with an unhoarse voice. It's just to try a different style to help you open up yourIdeas."

Yue Qingzhu tilted her head, "Something like giving me an 'other' as a reference, right?"

Chen Fang nodded. An individual's self-awareness and behavioral patterns are formed through interaction with others. If one doesn't interact with others for a long time, they will be like falling into an information cocoon, going further and further down one path.

What he wanted to do was to change the style to help her re-examine the raven voice style of "flammable and explosive."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Yue Qingzhu expressionlessly moved her chair forward.

Chen Fang stood up. He found Yue Laoban quite easy to talk to, without any airs, seeming to just like putting on a stern face to scare people.

But her face was indeed quite cold, making him now really want to communicate with her via WeChat in person.

Chen Fang walked into the recording studio, put on his headphones, raised the microphone stand a bit, and nodded to Yue Qingzhu.

Yue Qingzhu put on her monitoring headphones and played the accompaniment.

This time, Chen Fang's voice was different from the demo.

In the demo, his voice was hoarse with a grainy texture, psychedelic and lazy.

But this time, it was clearer, with extreme penetrating power, and the emotional expression was more outward and intense, with a dramatic flair.

"Praising me for being a budding flower, yet also praising me for trying to conceal it."

This line came through the headphones, and just as she was about to listen further, Chen Fang, on the other side of the glass, took off his headphones and walked out.

Yue Qingzhu propped her cheek, watching Chen Fang walk out, her face calm, but her heart a little excited.

He sang so well! It was worth her helping him! She felt like an elder in a fantasy novel sect, casually picking up a disciple with extraordinary talent.

Yue Qingzhu retracted her gaze, sat up straight, and put on the demeanor of an expert, "Hmm, very good. Young people's minds are indeed flexible. When you become a superstar in the future, I'll be considered your patron, won't I?"

Chen Fang slowly turned his head to look at her, only to see her pursing her lips, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, forming a half-smile. Her eyes sparkled with an undisguised amusement, but it was quickly reined in.

She seemed to be excitedly fantasizing about something?

Suddenly, he felt that the phrase, "Me! Chopin! Pay up!" might actually fool her.

Yue Qingzhu didn't know he was complaining internally, only feeling that this junior was very well-behaved and proper.

After all, every time they interacted, he behaved very honestly. He looked like a good young man with talent who was unfortunately exploited by bad people!

Hmm, that's right. As a senior and his landlord who is looking out for him, if I don't help him, who will?

Yue Qingzhu thought for two seconds about how the investment wouldn't be a loss, then twirled her pen and shifted her thoughts back to the song.

Speaking of which, Chen Fang was right; her mindset was a serious problem, too eager, too focused on technique.

Just as she thought of this, she heard Chen Fang next to her say, "Teacher Yue, empty your mind, just release and express. Don't use any techniques."

Yue Qingzhu nodded, thought for a while, "I'll adjust my state and try again." With that, she stood up and walked into the recording studio, lowering the microphone a bit.

Chen Fang put on his headphones and played the accompaniment.

This time, she was noticeably much more relaxed.

What was wrong with her, after all?

As soon as this thought popped up, Chen Fang chased the curiosity out of his mind.

Forget it, what did it have to do with him?

During these few days off, he might as well think about how to find an opportunity to become a director and how to stopnoob from bouncing on his bed in the morning.

Forty minutes later.

Yue Qingzhu walked out of the recording studio, took the water offered by her assistant, and took a sip, "Let's take a five-minute break."

"Okay."

Yue Qingzhu picked up her phone and found that Director Cai had sent another revised MV clip. She looked at Chen Fang.

"Teacher Chen, can we take a ten-minute break? I want to watch the "flammable and explosive" MV clip and communicate with the director."

"No problem."

Yue Qingzhu sat in the chair, pushed the table, slid to the computer, logged into her email, and downloaded the video.

The screen showed a scene of the Opera House.

The camera zoomed in, blue light shone on her face, she tilted her head slightly, looking indifferently at the screen, her eyes full of mockery.

Yue Qingzhu immediately pressed the pause button, feeling her cheeks flush slightly.

Ah, no, no, this video absolutely cannot be released, it's too cringey. It's like she was flailing around like crazy at home, got filmed, and then put online.

She glanced at Chen Fang, seeing him calmly looking at the lyrics in his hand, seemingly not even looking at the computer screen, and her sense of shame lessened.

Yue Qingzhu picked up her phone and dialed the director's number.

The call connected, and she spoke directly: "Director Cai, I hope you can re-edit the footage. We used so many cameras the day before yesterday, aren't there any more normal shots?"

"Teacher Yue, this is already the best footage. You sing very well, but you are indeed not good at acting, and we are truly like a clever housekeeper without rice to cook..."

The recording studio was very quiet, and Chen Fang's ears were very sharp, so he vaguely heard the director's words.

The director's tone was pitiful, but he attributed all the problems to Yue Qingzhu. Everything he said implied that she was being difficult.

Chen Fang looked at the glass, and in its reflection, Yue Qingzhu's eyes were slightly downcast, her fists clenched, looking wronged and angry. She was like a powder keg, wanting to explode but unable to.

He had just seen the beginning of that MV; the set was okay, the filming technique was also okay, but it was just very incongruous and awkward.

Ultimately, it was due to a lack of effort.

The camera work, set design, and styling all had minor issues. If she couldn't act, why did the director shoot close-ups? Design montage shots to convey the theme to the audience.

Chen Fang closed the lyrics.

Poor performance, many times, is not just the actor's problem, but more so the director's problem.

From the phone next to him, Director Cai's continuous complaints could still be faintly heard. He talked about how difficult the team was, how complex this song was, how each audience member interpreted it differently, and that she shouldn't overthink it.

Yue Qingzhu slowly lowered her head, gripping her pants tightly.

She really wanted to retort!

But she was also afraid that it really was her problem, and she would just be adding to others' troubles.

She knew her acting was bad, was she asking too much?

Or perhaps, this team wasn't a good match for her? Should she switch teams and reshoot? But it was already the 20th, finding a team to reshoot would require the team to first understand the song, then design the storyboards. In such a short time, it might not even be as good as it was now.