The sound engineer made a gesture to the three people inside through the soundproof glass, and then turned on the accompaniment.

The three people inside stood in front of their respective microphones. After seeing the sound engineer's gestures and hearing the accompaniment sound in their headphones, they entered the state.

Not all young freshmen sing out of tune. Although the three Tomahawk brothers are not very good at singing, they still don’t sing out of tune.

"good bye my love

I wanna say goodbye

Goodbye my past

I want a new life

…”

In the recording studio, the three little guys were nodding their heads and swaying their bodies and swaying their butts to the very interesting rhythm. They sang in a decent way, and their eyes were very spot on. They were really professional singers.

a feeling of.

But the problem is...

Han Lan, who was standing outside, frowned from the moment they opened their mouths.

"Make them stop."

Han Lan patted the sound engineer on the shoulder, and soon Gao Tong and the other three trotted out.

The three people were still a little confused on their faces. They were in the middle of singing. Why did they shout out?

Han Lan sat on the sofa next to her and asked them with a dark face: "Is this how the audio I sent you that day sang?"

The three of them looked at each other and asked tentatively: "Brother Lan, are we... out of tune?"

"It's not out of tune! But is it enough to sing in tune? You can't sing this song according to the boy band's singing method. Can you give it a little more strength? It's a little explosive. Think about what you have experienced in the past week or so, or think about it

I think about the difficult years you went through before your debut... right? You have to scream and let your heart out!"

The three of them were startled by Han Lan's last roar. They looked at each other and shouted loudly: "I understand, Brother Lan!"

"Louder!"

"I understand, Brother Lan!"

"Didn't you eat? Louder! Shout like a man!"

"I understand, Brother Lan!" the three yelled.

"Well, okay, drink a glass of water to moisten your throat, and then keep singing like this for a while. Your voice doesn't have to be magnetic, you know? Just roar."

The three of them nodded, drank a glass of water and went in again.

Han Lan also returned to his position and put on the monitoring headphones again.

Then there was a shrill sissy roar coming from inside, and it was even out of tune.

"What the hell..." Han Lan almost burst into tears. She glanced at Li Mingbo who was standing by and thought of a good idea: "Brother Li, go in and do it the way you used to sing in the recruit camp.

, sing well and let them hear what a man’s singing style is!”

"Yes!" Without any hesitation, Lee Myung-bak pushed open the door and entered the recording studio. He took the headphones from Gao Tong, stood in front of the microphone and pondered for a while, and then roared and sang:

"Goodbye! My love!

Love is bent! Who can break me up!"

d(?д??)

Han Lan shivered in fright, and the sound engineer next to him quickly turned off the microphone for him.

What is this damn thing singing?

I don’t even know where the tune went, only the roar was left.

…

"Brother Li, when you were training before, you probably had to pull out military songs for solo practice, right?"

Han Lan rubbed his ears and looked at a big guy and three cuties coming out of the recording studio.

He really didn't expect that such a simple song could make them sing like this.

Lee Myung-bak had dark skin and could not be seen blushing. He stood silently behind Han Lan.

Han Lan didn't say anything about him anymore. He overestimated his bodyguards. Facts have proved that the urban soldier king is not omnipotent.

"Okay, did you learn the way Brother Li sang just now? I'm not asking you to imitate him and go out of tune. I still have to keep the tune! What I asked you to learn is the power that bursts out when he sings. Man

The power is not a woman screaming, understand?”

The three people shrank their necks, looked at each other again, and then nodded again.

Han Lan clapped her hands and let them in again.

This time it was much better than before, not out of tune, but the explosive power was still not enough.

Han Lan does not require them to sing with the feeling of a smokey voice. After all, everyone's timbre is different, and the voice line cannot change for a while, but the spirit, the power, the youthful blood must be there

You have to have a surging feeling and don't sing this song coquettishly.

Especially the chorus part requires the most explosive power.

"Practice some more and record a few more times." Han Lan sighed softly and couldn't think of any other way.

"Han Shuai, how about... changing the air-conditioning inside to heating?" Fang Qiaorui suggested.

"Huh?" Han Lan glanced at her, then looked into the recording studio, and couldn't help but pinch her chin, "Sister Qiaorui, your IQ seems to have really improved recently? Could it be that nine walnuts really nourish the brain?"

effect?"

"..." Fang Qiaorui.

…

"In the endless night

Everything is about to be destroyed

At least I still have dreams

I'm also moved by you

…”

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Gao Tong, He Jun, and Yu Dong clenched their fists tightly and started roaring into the microphone.

My forehead was covered with sweat from time to time, the clothes on my body were soaked through, and the veins on my forehead popped out.

In a closed space like a recording studio, turning on the heater is like a steamer! It’s terrible!

The three of them didn't stay together for long before their blood boiled.

Sweat ran down the bridge of their noses, and various scenes along the way appeared before their eyes.

When they were trainees, they were like now, staying in a practice room, repeating dance moves over and over again, and their clothes were wet with sweat like now.

It’s not easy to make my debut, I have to do all kinds of tricks, and I’m soaked every time I come off the stage.

Moreover, those bling bling costumes are often not breathable, and it feels like running in the sun wearing a raincoat. It’s really tiring.

But the most important thing is that they worked so hard to catch up with announcements and got nothing, let alone why they were so confused.

The various longings and fantasies I had for the future when I was a trainee have long been wiped out by reality, and all that remains are the endless loop of announcements, and the years of ridicule and abuse on the Internet off stage.

If coming out is success, then they succeeded.

If fame equals success, then they succeeded.

If making money is success, then they barely succeeded.

but……

Why was my vision blurred by tears and sweat in the end?

"It turns out that the starting point of dawn

right in my heart

As long as I still have dreams

you'll see a rainbow

In my sky~"

…

The unscrupulous instructor Han Lan silently took off the monitoring earphones, looked at the three people inside who were hunched over with their knees propped up, sweat running down their hair, and the tips of their noses dripping on the ground, and then ordered the sound engineer next to him:

"Keep this version and let them record it twice later and choose the best one."

"I understand Han Shuai."
Chapter completed!