Becoming a Global Superstar Starting as an Idol Trainee

The photographer who came in was Chen Minhao's half acquaintance, that is, the old photographer who leaked his words at the hot pot restaurant last time.

After Chen Minhao nodded and said hello, he started his own creation.

The creation of songs is a process of constant trial and error: after choosing the theme and direction of creation, playing and singing again and again, and revising again and again.

The process of song creation is like carving a stubborn stone into a lifelike stone sculpture.

Select the stone in the mine, strip the stone, process the outline of the stone carving, and slowly start to carve the overall shape and style. Finally, it needs to be polished by hand, and the shape and characteristics of the stone carving can be presented through meticulous carving.

Although Chen Minhao already had the music score and lyrics in his mind, in order to reflect his creative process, he had to use the guitar to play randomly, only keeping a little shadow of the song.

Seeing the stunned expression of the photography master, Chen Minhao secretly smiled. I thought to myself that fortunately this is in the practice room. If I played like this at my own home, I would be sued by the neighbors for disturbing the people.

Chen Minhao scratched his hair in distress, and after writing something casually on the A4 white paper, he made a new attempt.

After tossing and turning a few times like this, Chen Minhao's hair was turned into a chicken coop by himself.

Chen Minhao was still trying constantly, adding the music score in his heart to the random playing tunes from time to time, and humming a few lines from time to time.

Just like adding alcohol to water, it still looks like a colorless liquid to outsiders, but its essence is undergoing earth-shaking changes.

The tune still sounded chaotic, but Chen Minhao knew that he was getting closer to the correct answer step by step.

At the beginning, the master photographer held the camera with great interest and pointed at Chen Minhao to shoot. After a while, he set up the camera on a tripod and sat in the corner by himself.

During the filming, he was not allowed to play with his mobile phone or smoke, so he just watched Chen Minhao for a whole day: watching him holding the guitar and playing, watching him scratching his hair, watching him write and draw on paper, or watching him walking around on the ground.

Chen Minhao estimated in his heart that according to his current progress, he should be able to complete the "creation" by 10 o'clock tomorrow night.

He put the guitar into the guitar bag, organized the manuscripts, and put them away.

He picked up his guitar bag and said to the master photographer who was sitting on the ground and yawned several times: "It's been hard work today."

Chen Minhao thought to himself that there were only two people in the room, and the two of them hadn't spoken for a day, so it would be too embarrassing if they didn't say a word when they left in the end.

The master photographer was stunned for a moment, and said, "What's so hard about it? It turns out that I'm filming a variety show, and I have to run around with a camera that weighs about 20 kilograms every day. That's hard work."

Chen Minhao nodded, opened the door and planned to leave.

The master photographer closed the camera and asked hesitantly: "Is this how all the popular songs on TV and the Internet were created?"

Chen Minhao turned his head, grinned, and said, "I don't know about others, anyway, that's how I wrote it myself."

The master photographer hesitated for a moment, and said: "Is it because your creative method is wrong? I heard that your song is quite different from those popular songs. Why don't you learn from the vocal music teachers."

Chen Minhao nodded and said: "Well, everyone's creative method is different, it's not early today, you should go back early."

Chen Minhao left immediately after speaking, he felt that if the conversation continued, he would be bullying an honest person.

Chen Minhao returned to the dormitory. As soon as he put down the guitar, Lin Xiuzi stepped forward and whispered in Chen Minhao's ear but very excitedly: "Have you heard? Xiao Jing and Zeng Shiqing broke up this afternoon."

"What do they do?" Chen Minhao put down the guitar, went to the bathroom and washed his face.

"How is your creation going?" Chen Minhao wiped his face with a towel when Lin Xiuzi asked.

"Very good, how about you? How is the song practice?"

"Now there are only two of us in the dormitory, why are you pretending to be here with me?" Lin Xiuzi rolled his eyes after finishing speaking.

Chen Minhao showed a puzzled expression: "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard other trainees talk about it. When they were bored in the afternoon, they stood at the door of your practice room for a while. They said that your songs are terrible, and they also said that listening to Xiao Jing's songs feels good. "

Facing the mirror in the dormitory, Chen Minhao smoothed out his curled hair, and said, "They are so idle, are you also so idle? Don't worry, I know everything about creation."

"It's an old saying that the emperor is not in a hurry to be in a hurry if he really agrees. What do you like? I don't care about you."

"What's the matter, are you really angry? Why do you bring out the taste of the Northeast? Could it be that in your heart, I am the kind of mentally handicapped who is holding on to my own face? Don't worry, I really know it in my heart, and I perform If you smash it, don't you just happen to be in the position?"

"Sorry, I want to beat you upright, okay?"

"Then you have to work hard, paying attention to these gossips every day can't beat me."

The next morning, when Chen Minhao arrived at the practice room at 8 o'clock, he found that the master photographer was already waiting inside.

Chen Minhao behaved more irritable today than yesterday, and from time to time Chen Minhao crumpled up the finished manuscript and threw it into the trash can.

By 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Minhao's hairstyle had been messed up by himself.

Chen Minhao kneaded all the manuscripts from the two days together, kneaded them into a big ball, and threw them into the trash can.

He carried the guitar to the rooftop of the building.

The master photographer picked up the camera and took a few quick steps to keep up.

The master photographer saw through the lens: the young man is handsome, well-proportioned and slender, and the young man is playing and singing again and again. The sun was setting in the distance, and the young man was bathed in the afterglow.

This picture is so beautiful, the master photographer thought of his dream of being a photographer when he was young, and he only hated why he didn't have a camera in his hand.

The young man played and sang again and again, from sunset to sunset, and then to the branches on the moon.

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, but the song seemed to have finally reached a level that satisfied the boy.

Chen Minhao put away the guitar, and said to the cameraman master: "Thank you for your hard work today, and accompany me to feed the mosquitoes for so long."

The voice of the master cameraman was a little choked up, and he said: "In this life, I am most afraid of suddenly understanding a song."

The atmosphere became so awkward that Chen Minhao didn't know how to speak.

He thought to himself, for the rest of his life, what he fears the most is that honest people will suddenly become a fan of literature and art.

Chen Minhao returned to the dormitory, and he let out a sigh of relief. After performing for almost 2 days, he was really tired.

Chen Minhao has both the music score and the lyrics in his heart, and the so-called creation is just his external performance.

The acting is all about the story.

People often worship a person not because of how much he has achieved or what height he has reached. What makes people admire is often the story behind this person: starting from scratch, after a series of setbacks, he finally achieved greatness;

Since people like to read stories, let them see the hard work of their own creation, and see their struggles and attempts in the process of creation.

It's time for makeup rehearsal soon.

After Chen Minhao's rehearsal performance, he hugged his guitar and bowed deeply to the staff and trainees in the audience.

Music exists across ages, genders, countries and races.

A song that is good enough can grab the attention of all the audience the moment it opens its mouth, and it can also use the melody to arouse the audience's emotions in just three or four minutes.

The trainees and staff in the audience were silent, and no one spoke. They either narrowed their eyes slightly, or had red eye circles, and they were brought into a sense of melancholy by Chen Minhao's self-playing and singing.

A few days ago, there were rumors circulating among the trainees: Chen Minhao's new song was very ugly, so many trainees watched Chen Minhao's rehearsal with a joke attitude. But unexpectedly, Chen Minhao's performance completely surpassed everyone's expectations, so no one spoke for a while.

After Chen Minhao stepped down, the trainees who were waiting to go on stage all looked at him without exception, and couldn't hide the envy, jealousy and hatred from the bottom of their hearts.

Vocal instructor Hou Fujin froze for a minute like a demon.

He said to director Zhang of the next program: "I want to watch the process of creating this song. The program team should have a video."

After Director Zhang saw the staff next to him nodding to him, he said to Hou Fujin: "Let's go to the editing room to watch it together. The original film cannot be brought out."

The two used fast forward and skip to watch Chen Minhao's creation video, but it was already one o'clock in the morning after watching it.

Director Zhang of the program group took a deep breath and asked, "Is this how you create music?"

Hou Fujin glanced at the ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts by himself and director Zhang, sighed and said, "Yes, but not. My own creation is indeed like his constant trial and error, but you know? This little bastard tried When I am wrong, I feel that the direction is very clear, and I feel that every attempt is getting closer to the final result."

Hou Fujin saw Director Zhang's bewildered expression, and thought that the lines were like mountains, and continued to add: "It's like a stone sculpture. When this little bastard was carving, it seemed that the stone sculpture was already inside the stone. What he did was to remove the stone sculpture from the stone. Take it out of a rock. That's the fucking genius of creation."

"Talent." Director Zhang said with a long sigh.

After he finished speaking, he touched his stomach and asked, "Do you want to have some supper together?"

"Come on. Let's have a few drinks."

"By the way, what is the name of this song? Chen Minhao didn't say it in the video or during the rehearsal."

"This little bastard really didn't seem to say anything. Aren't you the director of the program group? You don't even know?"

"Brother, if you are not a director, you don't know. There are many things about a director. I can't cover everything. I'll ask my staff tomorrow."

"It's not easy."

"Forget it, don't talk about this, let's go for crayfish beer."