One Hundred and Ninety Born Singers

"King of the Stage ()"

"Looking around at the bustling crowds, the teardrops become a window to reflect the soul. It's like a silent symphony that has never been sung, that wild and magnificent hidden secret, a masterpiece that will never be explored. Because everyone is chasing the light, you know everyone is Chase the light."

Ronan's eyes are slowly scanning the lyrics on the music stand, not because he can't remember the lyrics - of course, such mistakes may also occur during the recording process, but because he needs to study the lyrics - mark breath, articulation, pronunciation, pauses, etc. Waiting for the singing key position to deepen the memory.

At the same time, the understanding of the lyrics and the interpretation of emotions also need to be paid attention to. The entire song that is finally recorded should be a closed loop of emotional sublimation. Only in this way can the song be "complete". A work of art, which is also the focus of the recording.

For singers, live performances focus on inspiration, singing according to the mood of the day and the atmosphere of the scene, so the effects presented in each venue may be different, and the quality may vary; while the recording studio pays attention to It is engraving. According to the most perfect version in the producer's mind, slowly carve out the details, record repeatedly, and finally record the best version of the producer, with quality conservation.

So details matter and perfection is the ultimate goal.

As the songwriter of "Chasing the Light", Ronan has completed the arrangement and is the producer today. He has a perfect version of the outline in his mind, and now he needs to complete the details through recording and presentation. Polish and carve out the final effect you expect.

"Phew, I'm ready."

Ronan is still a little nervous, which is different from the nervousness of going on stage. It is more of a pressure brought about by strict self-demand and the pursuit of perfection. Simply put, he is embarrassing himself. I hope that I can go all out to complete the recording.

The smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared again, and Ronan once again entered the state of concentration and ecstasy. While he was nervous, he was able to completely relax himself, and the contradictory emotions of "tension VS relaxation" were harmoniously integrated. A wonderful balance.

Maxim could keenly feel the subtle changes in the aura, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at Ollie, only to see Ollie's eyes filled with anticipation, which made Maxim's mind relax a little bit, and he pressed Press the button and speak into the microphone, "It will start when you are ready."

The melody, sounded.

It was the band who spent ten hours today recording the freshly released accompaniment version. At the same time, it was combined with the master track that Ronan had roughly recorded on the computer before, and became the "wet sound" of Ronan's recording, magnificent but light The sound of the waves waved ethereally throughout the recording studio.

Open your ears! Eyes shine!

At this moment, the band members can really calm down and relax, and listen to the melody with their hearts. The completely different feelings instantly grab the attention. I have played it hundreds of times, and I am already tired of it, but now I can still feel the emotion conveyed by the melody, and that kind of familiarity has a special touch.

"Looking around, bustling and bustling..." The clear and moving voice spoke in this way, like a pair of slender hands opening up the vast and vast night, spying on the secret and quiet no-man's land, a magnificent and long picture slowly unfolds in front of you , "Teardrops become...windows to refract the soul."

The articulation fits the light and heavy sounds of the melody smartly and cleverly. There is no gap between the syllables, but you can still feel the joy and joy of the notes jumping on the tip of your tongue, as if you can see thousands of fireflies like a sky full of fireflies. The stars are sprinkled in the depths of the cave, and the flickering flickering makes the heart slowly open up. I can't help but continue to lean forward, trying to explore the mysterious world behind the "teardrop window".

"Like a silent symphony never sung,

That wild and magnificent hidden secret, a masterpiece that will never be explored..." The gurgling flowed in one go, and the clear voice was entangled in the coldness and majesty of the strings, stacking strength, as if you could see all the fireflies heading towards As they swarmed towards them, the billowing air waves blew the hairs on the surface of the skin, and the gorgeous but gentle halo rushed towards the eyes.

Slowly, just like this slowly falling——

Falling into a world woven by Ronan's singing, as if really entering that hidden secret to explore, the unheard-of scene is an eye-opener, and the jaw-dropping feeling of the roaring baptism of emotions makes the whole mind clear and carefree, and the language An indescribably wonderful experience.

breathe.

Ronan breathed lightly, like a butterfly lightly landing on his shoulders, the audience present could not help but hold their breath with their glowing wings, staring wide-eyed at the movement of the butterfly flapping its wings, the wonder of nature lies in Dilated pupils.

The melody, the sinking, Ronan's vocals falling unmistakably on Ollie's drumbeat, "Because everyone's chasing the light..." Each syllable is a little, just like that a little bit longer, syllable-to-syllable The intertwined emotions are completely integrated into the melody, dragging out a long tail.

Like the fluorescent powder sprinkled down by fireflies all the way, the stars are scattered in the corners. I didn't notice it at first, but when I came back to my senses, I could realize that the whole world had become dazzling, but I didn't know it at all. When exactly did it all happen.

"...you know, everyone's chasing..."

Every word contains a story, and every syllable hides an emotion. In this way, wings are inserted for the soul. When a breeze blows, it can fly without any strength at all. Stars and clouds, seas and forests, plains and mountains The cliffs are laid out in front of you in such a mighty way, wandering freely in the world of melody.

"... light..."

Even if you can't hear the singing in the extended rest, you can still feel the continuity of emotions in your breath, and then you can sing again neatly in line with the drumbeat, and the sound of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate is on the strings Agitated by the roar of music, an uncontrollable mind surged.

Inextricable!

It comes at your fingertips, effortlessly, but lifelike and wonderful.

From articulation to pronunciation, from breath to pause, from rhythm to rhythm, even the blank parts without lyrics can clearly feel the surge and surge of emotions. Everything is the result of careful carving, but there is no feeling of carving The traces of embellishment are completely natural, and each word easily pulls the mind of every listener into the hidden mysterious world.

A short verse, but full of thoughts.

This is the innate natural singing voice.