Chapter 42
The recording studio is very close to the side of the parking road, less than two hundred meters.
But this short distance was extremely long for Lin Yao, Fangfang next to her couldn't help but want to reach out to help her, and she was forced to go back with her eyes.
The little assistant was very distressed, but he also knew that her sister Yao was gentle on the surface, but stubborn on the inside, and could only watch Lin Yao walk through the two hundred steps seemingly normal.
Mo Yan contacted the boss in advance, a manager opened the door for them, and several people walked into the recording studio.
This recording studio has a large area on the first floor. It houses pianos, electronic organs, guitars, basses, drums, violin and other musical instruments, as well as recording equipment such as microphones, monitor speakers, headphones, and computers.
Lin Yao walked into the recording studio and sat directly on the chair closest to the door. Her feet hurt too much and she couldn't hold it anymore.
Fang Xiaole didn't notice Lin Yao's abnormality. At this moment, his attention had been attracted by the various instruments in the studio.
"This place is really good!"
Lin Yao smiled and said, "The owner of this recording studio is a friend of Sister Yan's. He was also a singer before. Sister Yan said that this is the best recording studio in Jiang Rong."
"Really professional."
Fang Xiaole was excited like a child walking into a room full of toys. He looked around and touched. He couldn't put it down with every musical instrument and recording equipment.
He walked to an electronic piano and sat down, tried a few notes, and couldn't help playing the prelude to "Roof".
The melodious and pleasing sound of the piano began to reverberate in the empty practice field.
Lin Yao looked at the man playing the piano obsessively. His eyes were handsome and determined, his fingers were slender, his figure was thin, and his face was focused and intoxicated when he played the piano.
His intoxication made her look intoxicated.
"Sister Yao, are you okay?"
Fangfang took a handkerchief and helped Lin Yao wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and said distressedly: "Would you like Assistant Fang to practice first, you rest for a while?"
"How can it be done? We had a hard time finding that night in the car just now... I have found some feeling, how can I be lazy here alone?"
Lin Yao supported the table next to her with one hand and slowly stood up.
Fang Xiaole was immersed in the performance, and the fingers were moving, and the body and mind were happy. The only drawback is that the playing of only one instrument is a little monotonous.
Suddenly, a bass strum sounded, gently colliding with the melody of the electronic piano.
The sound of the two beautiful musical instruments is unobstructed and merges into one, as if the stars are accompanied by the bright moon, gently and softly, floating and floating.
Fang Xiaole looked up and saw Lin Yao sitting not far away, playing the bass.
The beautiful girl in a white dress is like a fairy who can't eat fireworks. She is carrying a rock-and-roll style bass, but there is no sense of abruptness. On the contrary, she has a touch of playfulness and cuteness in the pure beauty and gentleness.
Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that a girl with Lin Yao's temperament would actually play bass.
Lin Yao also showed a sweet smile to Fang Xiaole. At this moment, she was immersed in the music and forgot to be shy and timid. She and Fang Xiaole watched each other while playing.
The song is very long, and the two have become more and more in harmony in their playing.
This song is very short, because the player always hopes that the song will never end.
"Ahem, why do I feel that I have a throat? Is it too sweet to eat at noon?"
When Fangfang watched this scene, she suddenly felt that her tongue was sweet and her chest was stuffy, and she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
At the end of the song, Lin Yao quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at Fang Xiaole again.
"Lin Yao, you can even play bass, and you can play so well, it's amazing!"
Fang Xiaole praised sincerely: "No wonder you are called a talented girl."
"That is, our sister Yao is not only a talented singer, but also a national goddess. People who like her can go from Jiang Rong to Antarctica."
Fangfang also leaned in and said very proudly.
"Fangfang!" Lin Yao gently pushed her away, and said to Xiao Le embarrassedly: "Don't listen to her nonsense."
Lin Yao's face was a little red, and she always felt that being so praised in front of him was a bit like being introduced to a blind date by a matchmaker. It was shameful, so she quickly changed the topic:
"By the way, Sister Yan said that if you need to invite musicians to accompany you, you can contact the boss and see how many people are needed."
Fang Xiaole thought for a while and said, "We can both play and sing. Just find two accompaniment teachers. By the way, besides bass, what else can you do?"
"The musical instruments I know, piano, drums, saxophone, Yangqin, flute, guitar, erhu..." Lin Yao stretched out her lush fingers and counted while holding her fingers.
This number, from playing, plucking to percussion, pulling strings, from ethnic to Western, it is almost a whole minute.
"So amazing?" Fang Xiaole was really surprised. Even in the past, there were few female singers of this kind.
The key is still so beautiful!
"You don't give other female singers a chance to survive." Fang Xiaole exclaimed sincerely.
No wonder there are so many people on the Internet, Hei Linyao, Mu Xiuyu Linfeng will destroy it.
In Fang Xiaole's stunning and admiring eyes, Lin Yao lowered her head shyly, but her heart was not sweet.
Who doesn't want to be praised by people they like?
"Then you play the piano, my bass, and the boss will send a drummer and saxophone over. Do you think this is okay?"
Fang Xiaole, who was thinking about how to arrange the musicians, didn't notice Lin Yao's small expression. Seeing that Lin Yao was still lowering his head when he finished speaking, he asked strangely:
"Lin Yao, what's the matter with you?"
"Huh?" Lin Yao raised her head and waved her hand in a panic: "No, nothing, just do as you said."
Then Fangfang contacted the owner of the recording studio, and the other party replied that the drummer and saxophone would come later.
During the waiting time, Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao seized the time and sang in a chorus while playing.
At this time, Fangfang's cell phone rang, it was Mo Yan's call, and she walked out of the studio to connect.
After Mo Yan asked about Lin Yao's practice, he suddenly asked, "Is Lin Yao next to you?"
"No, Sister Yao is practicing singing, I'm outside the recording room."
Fangfang looked back at the recording studio, wondering why Sister Yao and Assistant Fang always look at each other when they like to play the piano, aren't they afraid of making mistakes?
"Fangfang, don't let Lin Yao go online these days."
Mo Yan's voice was a little low, Fangfang understood something at once.
"Sister Yan, is there someone else on the Internet with Sister Heiyao? Is that Huang Yin doing it again?"
"You don't need to worry about these things. In short, you must not let Lin Yao go online these days. She has been injured and her mood is just a little better. After recording the song, she will record the show for a few days. Don't be distracted at this time."
Mo Yan didn't say much, as if there was something urgent to deal with, he hung up the phone after a few instructions.
Fangfang stood there, was silent for a moment, turned her head and looked in the recording studio, and found that Lin Yao was still concentrating on singing, so she picked up her mobile phone and checked Lin Yao-related news on the Internet.
In less than five minutes, Fangfang's face had become extremely ugly.