The reason was that the three heads of the director team felt that the water sleeve dance wasnât graceful enough and lacked expressive power in front of the camera.
After all, the first three acts were explosive rap performances or drum symphonies and the like. Suddenly inserting an elegant water sleeve dance seemed to lack that final touch.
It indeed boosted the cultural vibe, but it didnât have enough impact. To make the water sleeve dance impactful is quite a challenge unless the performer uses wires.
However, the venue was the city that never sleeps, not a studio, making it difficult to set up wires. Various reasons piled up, which is why the program kept being delayed.
In this afternoonâs creative meeting, the water sleeve dance was only mentioned in passing. It wasnât discussed further, so itâs likely that the directors had already sentenced the program to death.
Itâs worth mentioning that, after Xu Qingyan joined the creative team, his accommodations were upgraded. He had been staying in a nearby hotel room but was now given a dormitory.
The director team rented apartments in a nearby community, where the first two floors were occupied by their team, including Xiao Shujun.
As one of the creatives, his apartment was slightly bigger than Gan Wenchangâs. Overall, it was clean with all the necessary living facilities. Next door lived a director of technical arts who was over forty years old.
Xu Qingyan tapped on his computer for half a day, analyzing the images in his mindâs film library. Just as he came up with an idea, a video call popped up.
It was from Pei Muchan, which was unusual for her to initiate.
With a beep, the call connected, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her lovely eyes fluttered twice on the screen before the camera shifted to the ceiling.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, somewhat speechlessly, âDoes looking at someone cost you flesh?â
Pei Muchan: âYour eyes wander.â
âWhat do you mean? You can face the camera, but I canât look?â Xu Qingyan said, shivering with cold, wondering when men could stand up for themselves. It really chilled him to the bone.
It must be said, children would probably like such a bold approach.
âYou left without cleaning up the desk?â Pei Muchanâs half-face appeared in the frame, carefully covering her figure, âI see a lot of things on your desk that havenât been put away.â
âThereâs no need, I might come back at any time,â he said.
Pei Muchan pursed her lips, recalling the last time she inadvertently revealed her anxiety, and he really listened. He deliberately left the desk as it was, as a reminder.
It still felt empty after he left, making it easy to overthink.
âOh, howâs everything with you?â Pei Muchan switched topics awkwardly, though unaccustomed to initiating contact, she still did so.
âPretty good, lately Iâve been mulling over a dance program,â he replied.
Hearing this, Pei Muchan was confused, âArenât you responsible for other projects? Writing songs isnât strange, but since when have you had ideas for the stage?â
âNot really,â Xu Qingyan sighed, âItâs a bit complicated. Basically, this program belongs to the dance director team, and now theyâve run into some trouble.â
âI was thinking if I could lend a hand, get to know them a bit. If I canât help, so be it.â
âOh, youâre so opportunistic,â she joked.
âIndeed, Iâm quite goal-oriented in the short term,â Xu Qingyan said, âEspecially now when I might need to ask others for help soon; Iâm preparing in advance.â
âCompared to you, it seems like Iâm not ambitious at all,â Pei Muchan said, propping up her head, her eyes downcast, âI already struggle with writing songs every day; I just canât get into other things.â
âDonât rush, take it step by step,â he said soothingly.
âYou havenât left your home in half a year, yet in just a few months you can go to the studio on your own and write songs in an orderly manner. Thatâs already quite impressive.â
âFirst, master walking, then start running. Your songwriting is great too. My advice is to keep it up, slowly find your own rhythm. Take your time.â
Pei Muchan: ââ¦.â
She felt increasingly reliant on him, yet she couldnât deny that his words were indeed helpful and eased her anxiety.
After hanging up the video call, Pei Muchan thought again about the âBlue and White Porcelainâ song.
After searching on QQ Music, she found that the comments on this song had soared to four thousand, with nearly ninety percent being lengthy positive reviews.
âThis song is truly stunning; âBlue and White Porcelainâ, with its antique elegance, as clean and pure as moonlight. It beautifies itself in solitude, these five words really bring âBlue and White Porcelainâ to life. Like in the misty rain of a sky-blue color, a lady in blue and white cheongsam stands on the pavilion, looking out with a gentle and refined elegance that resonates deeply.â
âThe sky-blue glaze is hard to achieve, only the temperature and humidity of misty rain are most suitable for firing the sky-blue glazed porcelain. But no one knows when the rain will come, so one can only⦠wait.â
âThe lyrics are so beautiful, I came after seeing the hot search about the Spring Festival Gala backstage. Instantly shocked by the lyricistâs ability, with such writing, who cares about any insider gossip of the Spring Festival Gala.â
After reading, Pei Muchan lay on the bed and switched off the screen, resting it on her chest. Staring at the ceiling, she mused over how he could write such lyrics.
Sighing after a while.
The next day.
Zou Lewei seemed to be appearing less and less, and nobody knew where he was dispatched to do menial tasks, but ââBlue and White Porcelainâ was brought up repeatedly.
A young girl from the director team really liked the song and asked Gan Wenchang for an autograph.
His face had âsour grapesâ written all over it.
âYoung girls these days blindly follow stars, totally oblivious to the singersâ true selves in private⦠Tsk tsk.â
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