Superstars of Tomorrow

No matter how many debates are going on on the Internet, no matter what stories those entertainment media people make up, Fang Zhao has no time to pay attention. The later the filming, as Wu Yan's roles increased, his roles became less and less, and he was able to free up more time for creation.

The actors and staff of the film crew also found that Fang Zhao spent less and less time on the set. After a long time, everyone kind of missed the old days. Without Fang Zhao, the big eater, in front of him, surrounded by a group of people who can't eat, eating is as difficult as taking medicine, and they have no appetite, so that everyone eats less.

So, whenever there was an opportunity, Fang Zhao was dragged by the director to stay on set to have lunch with everyone.

On this day, Fang Zhao was stayed by Director Bai, the director of the Yanzhou story, to have lunch with everyone.

Others hadn't eaten half of the boxed lunch, but Fang Zhao had finished two of them and picked up the third.

Waiting for Fang Zhao to finish the third boxed lunch, Director Bai smiled and handed over another, "There are still a lot, how about some more?"

The big canteen will send more every time, and send back the unfinished ones.

In fact, Director Bai was only joking, but Fang Zhao looked at the boxed lunch and nodded, "Thank you."

Director Bai and the other actors stared wide-eyed, watching Fang Zhao take the fourth boxed lunch and finish it with a big gulp.

Seeing the bottom of the fourth boxed lunch, Director Bai glanced at the boxed lunch beside him, picked up another one, and handed it over, "Another box?"

Fang Zhao hesitated, "Thank you Director Bai, no need."

Everyone in the crew: "..." Why do you still hesitate?

Director Bai put down the lunch box, still curious in his eyes, "You... You said that your filming tasks have been reduced so much, how come your appetite has increased?"

Another actor next to him sighed: "It's better to be young. I haven't finished the second portion yet, and the first portion has probably been consumed. At this age, it's easy to get hungry."

Others don't think so. No matter how fast it is consumed, no matter how easy it is to get hungry, if you eat four boxes of lunch in a row, you may be able to eat the fifth box of lunch from this relaxed look! There are so many young actors in the crew, and they only eat two or three boxes. For example, the martial artists over there can eat all of them. It was fine in the past, but now Fang Zhao has easily finished four lunch boxes, which is a bit scary.

Thinking of something, Bai Dao's heart stopped, and he asked Fang Zhao with concern: "Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Fang Zhao thought for a while, then nodded, "A little bit."

The filming was okay, but the composing side was a little tight. Directly investing in Mo Lang is an opportunity and a test. Others follow the normal process, and there is a process of first trial and second trial. He voted for Mr. Mo. According to Mr. Mo's temperament, he either decided to stay or refused directly. There was no room for buffering.

It is impossible to say that there is no pressure at all, but I am not as worried about gains and losses as others. Fang Zhao decided that if this work was rejected by Mo Lang, he would make it public in his next solo performance. Now, do your best to finish this work.

However, in other people's eyes, Fang Zhao's "a little" pressure meant that he was under a lot of pressure.

Director Bai was worried. But this kind of thing is too common in the crew, it's weird if there is no pressure. Patting Fang Zhao on the shoulder, he let out a long sigh, "It's not easy for you."

It is really not easy for a young actor to shoulder such a heavy burden! Fortunately, Fang Zhao played the role very well, and there were more praises than criticisms on the Internet. Seeing that the filming of the ninth season was getting closer and closer, Fang Zhao was under a lot of pressure, that's for sure. The actors in the crew are all the same, the closer they are to the point of death, the more restless they are.

Director Bai also knew that Fang Zhao often went to the concert hall, so he didn't think much about it, he just thought that Fang Zhao went to listen to the performance to calm his emotions. The people in their director team are busy filming every day, and they don't have time to pay attention to other things. Naturally, they don't know that Fang Zhao spends most of his time outside of filming on creation.

night.

Fang Zhao was in the dormitory, doing the final modification and finishing work. In the quiet room, the nib of the pen makes the sound of smacking on the paper.

When I finished writing the last note, endless exhaustion seemed to seep out of my bones impatiently.

tired.

very tired.

It is much more tiring than continuous high-intensity filming.

Fang Zhao stared at the paper notebook in his hand, and after a while, he smiled slightly: "That's it."

It will definitely be questioned if it is taken out. According to common sense, it is unlikely for a person in his twenties to create such a work, but when he started writing, Fang Zhao was already mentally prepared.

Turn off the indoor air circulation system, go to the window and open the window, close your eyes, and take a deep breath of the dry, cold air filled with countless dust.

The smell of dust filled the nostrils and rushed into the lungs.

The weather environment in the filming area, which is bad no matter day or night, should make people feel uncomfortable, but Fang Zhao felt extremely comfortable at this time.

Tiredness is blown away.

easy. It was as if another burden had been lifted.

After blowing the cold wind rich in sand and dust for a while, and closing the window, Fang Zhao went back to the table, took out a special sheet of music paper and a special pen from the drawer, and wrote the completed score on it.

Music score paper, pens, and special file bags for submissions are all equipment used by music teams for submissions, and they are usually harmless.

There is no electronic version, only the manuscript.

After finishing writing, put the manuscript into the file bag and seal it with the sealing strip that comes with the file bag.

The sealing strip is a combination lock. Once it is sealed, only those who have the qualifications for judging at the music center can open it, and the time and person who opened it will be recorded.

The next day, Fang Zhao did not have a shooting task.

I went out for a lap in the morning, came back to wash and changed into clean clothes, put the file bag in the backpack, and took the shuttle bus to the music center with the bag.

Some musicians on the bus were quite surprised to see Fang Zhao. They hardly saw Fang Zhao at this time of the morning on weekdays. In the past, Fang Zhao was always in the car on the way to the studio.

Someone also asked about Fang Zhao and Mo Lang. The fact that Fang Zhao was stopped by Mo Lang in the concert hall and asked Fang Zhao to contribute directly to the past has already been circulated within the music team. Many people don't think deeply about it. Although there are not many people with this privilege, there are about twenty of them. Fang Zhao is not the only one here, so more people just watch this as an entertainment event. Lang probably had a high opinion of Fang Zhao, a junior, or had known Fang Zhao a long time ago.

No one on Mo Lang's side dared to ask, and on Fang Zhao's side... no matter how many times they asked, seeing Fang Zhao come to the music center this morning, the curiosity that had already subsided in everyone's hearts arose again.

There were a few people who couldn't control their curiosity. After arriving at the music center, they thought they were secretly following the past, and then sent messages to other acquaintances to broadcast live——

"Fang Zhao's route seems to be looking for Mr. Mo!"

"It's gone! He's gone over there!"

"He took out the document bag from the bag, the document bag for submission, the kind that has been sealed! He really came to submit!"

Soon, more and more people in the music center knew about Fang Zhao's submission to Mo Lang today.

"Those who can leave an impression on Mr. Mo and have the privilege of directly submitting manuscripts should be very talented. I really want to take a look at the manuscript he submitted."

"I've heard Fang Zhao's works, and they are very appealing. The songs about destroying the elements of the century are very story-telling."

"Remember, Fang Zhao, the genius who sold all the copyrights of all his works at a high price before the first concert of his career! I remember that he was only in his twenties? A very young guy, I often Use his matter to hit my few students who have no ambition."

"Are the rookies now so strong? My senior is under a lot of pressure."

Fang Zhao didn't know what the group of people were discussing in secret, but he knew that someone was following him, and there was no malice. He was just curious if he was going to Mr. Mo's place. He didn't think it was necessary to hide this matter, so he just pretended not to know who was behind him.

Mo Lang, an old artist with a high status, has all his board and lodging here in the music center, and the place where he lives is also where he works. When Fang Zhao went there, there was no one who met Mo Lang directly, and one of Mo Lang's assistants was in charge of receiving him.

Mo Lang and these are treasure-level artists, and they are fully equipped with bodyguards, assistants, medical staff, etc. Others allow at most one assistant, but Mo Lang directly brought four! This is the privilege that Mo Lang can enjoy at this level!

The assistant called by the receptionist is responsible for the submission of manuscripts.

The assistant took the document bag from Fang Zhao, checked the seal, and smiled politely, "You go back first, I will hand over the manuscript to Mr. Mo."

Said the assistant pointed to the side, "There are surveillance records, I will not leak your manuscript, nor will I illegally occupy your work."

"Thank you. Then I won't bother you." Fang Zhao didn't stay any longer, and left after submitting the manuscript.

But before leaving the music center, Fang Zhao went to see the recording site of those seniors.

The top five orchestras in the world are all here, and many of the symphonic pieces in the play are composed by them.

It doesn’t mean that once you create a work, you can go to them to record it immediately. impossible.

Resources are limited, they can't reach that level, they don't get enough recognition, they don't even have the qualifications to apply for recording, and they can't be invited at all. Big bands also have arrogance.

Here in the music center, its rules have actually been formed, competition is everywhere, and strength speaks for itself.

If the manuscript submitted by the composer does not pass the first trial, be conscious and stay where it is cool, these bands will ignore you.

However, after accumulating experience in the second trial, the composer himself at least has the confidence to speak, so he passed the first test, right? Those who apply for better recording studios and rehearsal halls have a better chance than those who have not passed the first trial.

When the reviewers leave your manuscript, you will be able to stand up. You don't have to apply for it yourself, and all the resources you need will be allocated to you.

Fang Zhao, like other people with the same purpose, sat quietly in the seat assigned to the audience.

An advanced digital audio system can give a good impression of presence, but that effect is not truly "live" after all. The human ear is truly "holographic".

Even the sense of presence produced by the most advanced digital audio system may deceive ordinary people, but people in this industry have very sensitive ears and can still distinguish the difference. This is why in the new century with advanced technology , There are still many reasons why people like to go to concert halls to listen to performances. Some people do it to pretend to be aggressive, and some people do it because they really like this sense of presence.

Listening on the spot, Fang Zhao could hear the reverberation artificially removed by the sound engineers, and the faint reverberation of the piano sound that ordinary people could not feel.

While Fang Zhao was watching the recording, on the other side, Mo Lang finally came out of his morning work. When he was thinking about creation, he didn't like to be disturbed the most. No matter who came at that time, he would be turned away by his assistant.

As soon as Mo Lang came out of the workshop, the four assistants got busy, and the ones who served tea and water for massage were skilled in cooperating.

"Old Mo, this is the file bag that Fang Zhao sent over this morning." The assistant who received Fang Zhao said.

"Who?" Mo Lang asked.

"Fang Zhao." The assistant said again.

Mo Lang looked bewildered. Who is Fang Zhao?

Seeing Mo Lang like this, the assistants are already used to it. Even if Mo Lang met people and said things yesterday, he couldn't remember anything when he was busy, so he continued to remind, "Fang Zhao, a very young guy from Yanzhou, He said that you asked him to submit the four movements of the masterpiece "One Hundred Years of Extinction" directly."

There is no need to say much, and there is no need to mention what important role Fang Zhao played in the play. Mr. Mo doesn't care about it at all, and he won't remember it. It is enough to just mention the other party's masterpiece to him.

Sure enough, when mentioning "A Hundred Years of Extinction", Mo Lang corresponded to a person.

"Oh, it's him. Yes, I asked him to submit the manuscript directly. The little guy has already brought the manuscript over?"

The reason why Mo Lang remembered Fang Zhao was because he specially listened to some excellent works about Mieshiji for the arduous task in his hand.

There are not many works that impressed Mo Lang, including the four movements of Fang Zhao's "One Hundred Years of Extinction". For this reason, Mo Lang deliberately searched Fang Zhao's personal information and his other works. They are all very high-quality works, but now Mo Lang only looks for the elements of the century, and when he listened to Fang Zhao's "One Hundred Years of the World", his brain was also the most active.

As the chief reviewer, Mo Lang came back and searched through the submission information, but he didn't find Fang Zhao's submission. A little familiar, stop to ask.

Now that Fang Zhao had finally submitted his manuscript, Mo Lang put the tea aside, took the file bag, unpacked it, and took out the manuscript inside.

People at their level do not need other auxiliary equipment, and can roughly form the main body of the work by looking at the score manuscript.

Before reading two lines, Mo Lang frowned suddenly. The other hand hanging on the leg is slightly raised and swings, as if conducting an orchestra, but the range is much smaller.

Seeing that Mo Lang frowned so tightly, the four assistants thought that Mo Lang didn't like the work that Fang Zhao submitted, but after looking at it again, it didn't look like he was dissatisfied. If they were really dissatisfied, Mo Lang would just drop the manuscript and not read it. Now, judging from their experience of being with Mo Lang for so long, Mo Lang should be quite devoted to it.

So is this satisfactory or dissatisfied?

The four assistants moved lightly to avoid disturbing Mr. Mo by making noise.

Sitting there, Mo Lang read the manuscript page by page.

Watch it all over again.

again.

...

After repeating this five times, not only did the brows not relax, but they became more and more wrinkled.

Focusing away from the manuscript, Mo Lang looked at the name of the composer written on the manuscript, and said in disbelief, "Fang Zhao took it by himself? Is there anyone who came with him?"

"No, he's the only one." The assistant in charge of reception replied.

Mo Lang took a deep breath, as if asking someone else, but also as if asking himself: "Is this really written by him?"

Mo Lang thought about it for a while, Fang Zhao's face was blurred in his mind, but he was sure of one thing, Fang Zhao was really young!

At Fang Zhao's age, he can write it?