Han Jue and his so-called co-partner met at 1 p.m. the next day.
The two tacitly avoided the meal, and eliminated the possibility that if the process dragged on to the meal and the two had to discuss it while eating.
Although Han Jue was unimpressed by Saw's performance, he was not so generous enough to get along with someone who showed him aggressiveness.
The meeting place was a café, not far from the community where Han Jue lived, and Han Jue agreed when he heard it.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, when Han Jue walked to the café according to the navigation, the photographer arranged by the program team was already in the café before him.
There are not many customers in the coffee shop, and a small number of customers who don't mind the camera are used to seeing the camera shooting, and they don't make a fuss.
The saw was already in the café, and when Han Jue went in, he saw the saw saw facing the camera, introducing the characteristics and selling points of this café, and the owner of the café was standing next to the saw.
Han Jue stood and listened for a while, only to realize that he had chosen this place because he was advertising for a friend.
He also thought that the program team had arranged it near his home, so that it would be easier for him to come.
Han Jue rolled his eyes and found a place to sit down.
When passing behind the photographer, Han Jue and Saw looked at each other.
Han Jue told the other party with his eyes: I'm here.
The saw quickly glanced at Han Jue, and replied with the same eyes: Got it.
I hate each other.
The saw ended the advertisement and took the photographer to Han Jue's table.
The boss went to prepare drinks, aa.
Without any extra greetings, the saw directly took out his mobile phone and said, "I've made a tune, you listen to it." ” Han Jue took out his headphones and prepared to plug them in, the photographer asked for them to be released, and Han Jue ordered them to be put outside.
The relaxed rhythm sounded, the rhythm played by jazz instruments.
It rings in the café just right, without violating the harmony.
Jazz and rap are both rhythmic music, and jazz rap, which is different from the aggressive genre underground, belongs to the most popular rap genre among cultural people, both in the past life and in this world.
Yes, the saw is playing to its strengths and avoiding its weaknesses.
Sawzi analyzed Han Jue's strengths, and even contacted several people last night, inquiring about people in several circles, and finally learned that Han Jue often went to a Seven Mile bar to perform recently, and played rap with a bunch of foreigners, and the style was very hard.
Even if Saw Zi looks down on Han Jue as an idol anymore, he has to admit that Han Jue's hardcore and odschoo are indeed very strong, and when the time comes, coupled with the lyrics written by the gunman Han Jue found, playing these styles, he may not be able to beat him in the end.
No, no, no.
Saw Zi thinks that his jazz rap is okay, and he has never heard of Han Jue playing this genre with a softer style.
So I thought to myself, what Han Jue is good at is better than what both of them are good at, and it is better to use jazz rap to bet on what Han Jue is not good at.
So, Saw found the jazz rap tune overnight and brought it to Han Jue today.
And it's seven songs.
Han Jue was silent, playing the songs on his mobile phone one by one.
After all the playing, Han Jue already knew what the saw meant, this jazz style tune, it was completely not a chance to choose.
"Is that all there is to it" Han Jue frowned, flipped up and down to refresh, trying to brush out some hidden tunes, but there was only these in the brush.
"No, I'm better at jazz rap, and I'm definitely going to show my best to compare with you."
Saw said helplessly.
Taking a sip of coffee, it is very painful and very justified.
If Han Jue is given enough time, he can make his own tunes, if he wants jazz to have jazz, and if he wants to have odshoo.
It's a pity that he doesn't have time, and he doesn't have a library of songs, it's all hard injuries.
"If two people can't compose, won't the program team give the music" Han Jue looked at the photographer.
The saw behaved calmly.
"Yes, yes, but the quality won't be very good."
The photographer in charge of filming Han Jue's group is an old senior, and he answered Han Jue with his past experience.
The atmosphere froze here.
If Han Jue disregards his partner's "best" type and insists on choosing the mediocre tunes of the program group, then Han Jue will definitely be sprayed to death.
Now it depends on Han Jueken's refusal to wronged himself.
"Yes, sir, sir."
After thinking about it, Han Jue expressed his belief that his head was iron enough, and that the talent of his predecessor was good enough.
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Saw put down the cup and his eyes widened, with a look of surprise that could not be concealed.
Han Jue is not untargeted, and in this situation, jazz music with a saw is the most acceptable.
It's okay to ask Xiao Fan, Wang Man, or even ask the company, but when you get the song, what you owe is a debt of favors.
Not to mention that personal debts are the most difficult to repay, Han Jue is worried that personal debts will eventually become a stumbling block.
Anyway, with the musicality of his predecessor, Han Jue is not worried that he will not be able to play the new genre.
In Han Jue's view, RA is music without melody, most of the beats are written by others, and only the lyrics are left for rappers to play, so lyrics are the most important criterion for judging the value of a rapper.
Compared with the content, Han Jue is not false.
As a result, the cooperation between Han Jue and Saw was started so smoothly.
Han Jue and Saw divided the time of a song equally.
Then Han Jue copied one of the tunes and left.
It was agreed that the next meeting would be on the last day of the studio, when both parties would bring out the lyrics they had prepared.
Even if this meeting was over, the photographer thought that he could take a picture of the two people with many contradictions, but he didn't show up, and he was a little disappointed, but today's task was easily completed, and the photographer happily followed out of the café.
Saw Zi watched Han Jue leave, still a little incredulous, feeling that people were all stunned, as if God had covered the curtain in front of his eyes and forgot to open it.
When Saw Zi was on his way here today, he had already thought of plan 1 and plan 2 to force Han Jue to agree to make the song a jazz rap tune.
He thought that Han Jue's reaction would be angry, he would compromise helplessly in front of the camera, and he would finally reluctantly agree after his explicit and implicit temptation.
I didn't expect to agree to it.
The owner of the coffee shop came over, saw that there was only one saw, and was a little strange, and asked the saw with his eyes: Didn't you say okay, let me sit down and help you say a few words to Han Jue at that time, it's not time for me to come The boss thought it was the wrong time, so he prepared to turn around and walk back to the counter to prepare for the next appearance.
The saw hurriedly beckoned the boss over.
"What about your partner," the boss asked.
"Gone."
"You guys are making a fuss, playing rap so quickly, it's Lie, and you don't have a stalemate in front of the camera."
"No, that stupid B agreed."
"Oh, that's not good, it's just a pity that my acting skills have nowhere to play."
It's a pity that the boss scratches his head.
"I'm afraid there's a conspiracy here."
Saw Zi said depressedly, he really couldn't think of where Han Jue would play a small trick.
"Playing yin, you're still worried that you won't be able to get him" The boss despised the saw.
"Oh, that's right.
Let's get out of the ground, it's not easy to get a vase, and it's not easy to let go," the saw immediately put aside his troubles.
"You think about the words seriously, it will be interesting to kill that sissy."
"Hand to hand, hand to hand.
It's all planned.
Sawsaw looked out the window and took a sip of coffee, as if he was the hero in a TV series, and he had the chance to win.
On the third day, Han Jue and Saw met in the studio.
The two of them went to the recording studio where the music director was located, and briefly discussed what kind of stage effects, mainly the music distribution and the transition part were rehearsed.
The lyrics were very sure, and I didn't show it with all my might during the rehearsal, but just followed the rhythm silently in my heart.
I felt that it was OK, so I left the studio confidently and first.
Han Jue stayed inside for a while before coming out.
Han Jue is still from a wild background in song production.
He humbly asked the music director how to perform more infectiously, and whether it would be better to add sound effects to the arrangement, and the music director did not hesitate to give Han Jue more help after listening to Han Jue's rehearsal before.
"You've written a good song."
The music director praised.
"Thank you."
Han Jue always thanked him generously in the face of compliments, instead of modestly saying no.
After all, he himself is also very satisfied with this work, and it is best to thank others in the face of recognition.
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"Do you have a business now?"
asked the music director.
"Yes."
"Is it almost due?"
Han Jue smiled.
"You're very promising in rap."
"It's only temporary."
Han Jue didn't explain whether this temporary meant the future or something else.
"You can consider coming to my company."
The music director invited.
The assistant staff operating the equipment on the side peeked at Han Jue.
Every year, the music director picks a few good seedlings in Youhip Hop, and those who are picked out all have their own world in the rap circle.
It's just that Han Jue is an idol.
"I'm serious, we can talk about it at another time."
The music director smiled and extended an invitation to Han Jue.
"Okay, I'll think about it seriously."
Han Jue nodded.
The music director did not continue on this topic, but continued to revise Han Jue's performance.
Han Jue used up a full hour, and it wasn't until the next group was about to come in that Han Jue left the studio.
Everything is waiting for the third round of assessment tomorrow.
When Han Jue walked out of the studio, the heat wave hit his face, and after a while, sweat drops oozed from Han Jue's forehead.
Han Jue felt the exhaustion of his body and even his spirit, and exhaled a breath, this feeling of wholeheartedly pounced on one thing was really fascinating.
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