âOh, got it.â Lin Wanzhou pouted, looking aggrieved.
Writing songs is truly a painful affair, just like trying to pour dumplings through the spout of a teapot. Whether itâs arranging music or writing lyrics, both are suffocating.
The entire process is akin to writing a graduation thesis, look at othersâ work, then think about your own.
Oh, the first step is⦠to start a game.
Before songwriting, everyone elseâs works seem like trash, but after songwriting, I become the trash.
Lin Wanzhou wasnât in too bad of a state, at least she had a strong desire to express herself. Arranging music was passable, but when it came to writing lyrics, sheâd run out of words, lacking any sense of imagery.@@novelbin@@
A few mere words, longing to meet the needs of imagery, uniqueness, and artistic conception.
She found it hard, but didnât see even the slightest hint of difficulty in Xu Qingyan. Although she had known for a long time that Xu Qingyan had an extraordinarily demonic talent, she hadnât expected it to be this demonic.
Every singer-songwriter feels an indescribable pressure in the face of a supreme genius. Itâs hard to understand why the same brain could be so different.
Half an hour later.
âIâm done writing, I need a break.â She slumped onto the table, unwilling to move any further.
Xu Qingyan was somewhat helpless but wasnât in too much of a hurry. As long as the two ladies could produce a new album within half a year, moving too fast wasnât necessarily a good thing.
This was their six-month plan, to create an album without a music video.
Whether Pei Muchan or Lin Wanzhou broke out, Xu Qingyan would benefit from it. By that time, releasing a few songs of his own, his value would be incomparably higher.
âAlright, you rest first, weâll call it a day.â He suddenly felt like a family tutor, and a free one at that, for after all, people are more charming than money.
Sometimes, Xu Qingyan felt lost himself, not knowing how long his current situation could last. Would he still be able to run between two places after a year? Or should he continue managing the studio.
No matter what, it wasnât the outcome he wanted.
His half-year plan was to accumulate capital, and when the subsequent income divisions catch up. In about six months, gathering six million, he would be able to directly start a media company.
In the entertainment industry, there are a number of stars who are both artists and bosses. However, most are making investments or diversifying into the restaurant business to harvest their fan-based leeks.
Very few can come from the entertainment industry, start their own media company, and then re-enter the fray.
Everyone knows itâs an age where entertainment is king, knows that releasing songs and making TV shows and movies make money. But the likelihood of a flop is also high, a crash means debts to pay off at sea.
After all, whether itâs industry connections or capital flow, in the end, it still comes down to the issue of having actual worksâthe operation canât take off without something real.
You canât become fat with just one bite. He has ambitions that he canât discuss with others, so everything must progress gradually.
âOkay then, can you take me out to play today?â Lin Wanzhou asked, her head turned while lying on the table, her eyes revealing a bit of craftiness, âSister Yun isnât here today.â
Xu Qingyan felt like an impulsive youth, as if he was about to abduct an innocent girl while her parents werenât around. But although he felt extremely uneasy, he still had to abduct her.
And not just abduct, but go at it hammer and tongs.
âYouâve been to quite a few places already, how about we go mountain riding today?â he suddenly proposed, âZhou Mian has a motorcycle, and he mentioned lending it to me to have some fun.â
âAh?â Lin Wanzhouâs eyes went blank, âWhatâsâ¦?â
âLeisure riding, Zhou Mian told me about a place where not many people go.â Xu Qingyan thought Lin Wanzhou was worried about safety and hurriedly explained.
âI have a driverâs license, and he has all the gear. Weâll just go for a ride⦠steer clear of those competitive riders and take a leisurely couple of laps. Itâs quite relaxing.â
He valued his life greatly, not mixing in with those living on the edge on their bikes. Mountain racing and high-speed cornering, pure recklessnessâif he wanted that, heâd go to a racetrack.
Being too fast in racing parlance means one thingâswift delivery. Some people race at 200 mph and the Grim Reaper hasnât even put the pen down before they rack up n achievements.
âOh oh, should I change clothes?â Lin Wanzhou suddenly became excited, believing in Xu Qingyan. He was the kind whoâd rather risk himself than take others on dangerous adventures.
âYes, Iâll take you to buy clothes later.â
After lunch.
Xu Qingyan first gave Zhou Mian a heads-up, then took Lin Wanzhou to buy a full set of gear, which was, of course, outrageously expensive. However, he didnât blink an eye when spending the money.
The money he had earned that half-year, most of which he had sent to his mom, in total was over a million. He wanted to do something significant, but it wasnât quite enough, leaving him with fifty thousand in hand.
Planning to earn a start-up fund of over six million in the next half-year, heâd throw it into setting up a company without blinking an eye, blatantly burning cash.
Heâd entered the game empty-handed, fearless of loss. If by chance he lost everything, he would simply pull back, with two rising divas still backing him, preventing a collapse.
So, save where you must, spend where it counts.
After they finished buying equipment, they excitedly drove to Zhou Mianâs apartment. Zhou Mian was already waiting for them downstairs. Seeing Xu Qingyan bringing Lin Wanzhou, he paused.
Damn it, you said you wanted to borrow the bike for a slow ride.
You didnât say you planned on bringing a little diva with you, damn, although I donât know why, it still makes me want to call you a scumbag! Bloody impulsive youth, you really deserve to die!
Zhou Mian felt a pang of envy sour enough to turn into a lemon, yet still smiled.
âBrother Xu, be safe.â
âYeah, I know, just a short ride where there are few people and then weâll come back.â Xu Qingyan nodded, appearing very persuasive, âJust slow riding, a few laps and weâll return.â
Once they were dressed in gear, Lin Wanzhou carefully mounted the motorcycle and gingerly wrapped her arms around his waist.
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