Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Bubble
A singer-songwriter competition?
Wang Hao’s eyes instantly gleamed with golden light, “Really? Is there prize money?!”
“Is money all you ever think about?” Bai Yaning laughed and scolded, “Of course there’s prize money, the champion gets 500,000.”
500,000 in prize money!
Damn, that’s almost enough for a bathroom!
“I’m in, I’m in!” Wang Hao excited excitedly, “So much moolah! Hahaha!”
Then, Wang Hao suddenly touched his chin and said, “But then again, I have lots of songs, but the problem is, I can’t sing them well!”
“That’s easy,” Bai Yaning drove straight to Dream Recording Studio, “you just need to produce the lyrics and melody, and I’ll find someone to perform it. You don’t need to worry about that. How about it?”
As long as someone else sang, that was no problem for Wang Hao, who nodded, “What are we waiting for then, let’s go. Man, as many songs as you want, no problem! The championship is ours!”
Bai Yaning pursed her lips and smiled, “There you go boasting again!”
Why does telling the truth always get mistaken for boasting?
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Inside the music director’s office at Cool Bro Music, Zeng Wenhui was busy with his work. As the music director of the country’s largest music website, Zeng Wenhui often wrote music-related reports for major national entertainment media. Today, he was working on the latest music charts — the Heavenly People’s Republic mid-year popular song rankings.
This popular song ranking is a very formal list in the Heavenly music community.
Most of the songs that make it to the list are the hot new songs of the year, each song needing hundreds of millions of views — each play counts as one view, so people who loop a single song all day can rack up tremendous numbers, making hundreds of millions of views less exaggerated than it might seem.
However, from Zeng Wenhui’s point of view, the songs on this list were still far from meeting his expectations.
“Singing in a Tree, 125,474,787 views, PASS…”
“The Couple at the Door, 136,521,478 views, PASS…”
“A Song for You, 11,548,752*** views, PASS…”
He passed several songs in succession and shook his head in resignation, “These songs may have racked up views, but the quality is just too poor. Listening once or twice is barely passable, but any more than that makes me nauseous…”
He dumped all the songs into the trash bin, Zeng sighed, “Good songs are hard to find…”
“Old Zeng,” a slightly balding middle-aged man sitting on the sofa took a sip of tea and shook his head, “I didn’t like any of those songs you played. If these are the people going on stage for the Youth Singer-Songwriter competition, the viewer ratings will definitely suffer! It’s nothing personal, but these songs are trash!”
This middle-aged man is Du Zheyun, the director of the Heavenly Musician Association, and a key figure. It was his idea to organize this edition of the Youth Singer-Songwriter competition.
“Exactly,” Zeng Wenhui also smiled wryly and said, “The stuff these young people are coming up with is just like lullabies. Listening once or twice is barely passable, but any more makes you nod off! If they play this on TV and the audience at the venue falls asleep, that would be quite the spectacle!”
The two were genuinely frustrated about this.
Even though it’s expected to have good and bad in one show, there should at least be something eye-catching.
Otherwise, with the quality of these songs, forget about viewer ratings, they might not even gather enough audience!
Zeng Wenhui was feeling gloomy when suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up and was immediately shocked!
“Miss Ice Princess?” Zeng Wenhui made a silencing gesture, Du Zheyun intuitively leaned over, and they listened together. Zeng Wenhui said, “Miss Ice Princess, what made you think of calling me?”
Bai Yaning: “Chief Editor Zeng, do you still remember Wang Hao?”
“Wang Hao?” Zeng Wenhui’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name and hurriedly said, “Of course I remember! What, is he going to participate in the Youth Singer-Songwriter Competition? Oh, that would be great!”
Du Zheyun quietly asked, “Wang Hao? Who’s that?”
Zeng Wenhui: “Shush…”
Yaning replied, “Yeah, he’s planning to participate. Do you want to come and listen?”
Holy shit, I’ve got to go!
“Go, go, go, definitely going!” Zeng Wenhui’s head bobbed like a pecking chicken. “It’s still at Dream Recording Studio, right? No problem, I’ll be right there! By the way, Music Association Director Du Zheyun is here too, I’ll bring him along! Miss Ice Princess, did Wang Hao mention the name of the song?”
After reporting the song title, Yaning promptly hung up!
Zeng Wenhui and Du Zheyun looked at each other.
“Bubble?” Du Zheyun shook his head upon hearing the name and said, “This is a young songwriter’s competition, primarily featuring love songs. What’s this “Bubble” he’s come up with? Can this song even work? Do you know this Wang Hao?”
“Of course! He’s a very talented young man! He wrote ‘Wind, Rain, Rainbow, Clanging Roses’ you know.” Zeng Wenhui stroked his mustache and said, “But I do agree the song title is a bit off. Something like ‘Big Love and Small Love’ or ‘Love Like a Long River’ would appeal more to the audience. This ‘Bubble’… just by the name, who knows what it’s even about! A child blowing bubbles?”
“He’s somewhat capable.” Du Zheyun stood up and said, “Enough of that, let’s go. We’ll see whether it’s a mule or a horse once we get it walking, right?”
The two of them then left and quickly arrived at Dream Recording Studio.
Upon entering room number one, Zeng Wenhui smiled and said, “Little Wang is here. Going to surprise me again today?”
“Nothing much, just a song,” Wang Hao greeted with a smile, “Chief Editor Zeng.”
Du Zheyun was closely observing Wang Hao.
He looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, quite sunny-looking, but as for whether his song could make it…
Actually, Du Zheyun was quite skeptical.
“Are you Wang Hao?” Du Zheyun smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Du Zheyun, director at the Music Association. I’ve heard from Zeng that you’re very talented. Just not sure about your ‘Bubble’ today… I can’t tell anything from the name alone!”
“Ah, it’s just something I wrote when I was bored,” Wang Hao shook his hand and then laughed. “An impromptu piece, just impromptu.”
Zeng Wenhui immediately frowned—kid, if you weren’t showing off, we could actually be friends!
“Alright, everyone is here,” Yaning sat on the sofa and took a sip of her drink, then said, “Wang Hao, why don’t you sing it for us now?”
She knew Wang Hao could sing, but he couldn’t write sheet music, so she went straight to the point, simply asking him to sing.
But then, Du Zheyun wasn’t having it…
“Wait, hold on,” Du Zheyun said, “Shouldn’t we at least have some lyrics and sheet music to look at first? Could I see them?”
“Uh…” Wang Hao scratched his head, “I don’t know how to write that stuff…”
“What?!” Du Zheyun was shocked upon hearing this and said, “You can’t even write that and you’re making songs?”
Yaning and Zeng Wenhui knew Wang Hao couldn’t write music, but Du Zheyun didn’t…
In Du Zheyun’s mind, a songwriter not being able to write sheet music was simply inconceivable—without that skill, what are you even doing in music?
“Old Du, this kid is just like that,” Zeng Wenhui hurriedly smoothed things over, “Let’s just listen to him sing first, we did the same last time.”
“Alright then,” Du Zheyun relaxed into the sofa, ready to just listen, “Let him sing.”
Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, then sat at the piano and started playing.
“Bubbles under the sunlight, they’re colorful.”
“Just like me, deceived, yet blissful.”
“Chasing what’s right or wrong, your lies, based on your love for me…”
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