SFS Chapter 93 Celebrity Support Team!
Chapter 93 Celebrity Support Team!
One hour later.
At the entrance of Thunder Studio.
The boss, Lao Lei, a burly man with a thick beard and tattooed arms, who looked like a gangster, was now holding Jiang Bai's hand tightly with red eyes.
Those large, calloused hands were even trembling slightly.
"brother!"
"This song... is amazing!"
Old Lei sniffed, his voice hoarse:
"I've been playing rock for twenty years, and it's been a long time since I've heard anything this energetic and pure!"
"Don't worry! Leave the post-production to me!"
"Even if I don't sleep, I'll finish it for you as quickly as possible! I absolutely won't ruin this song!"
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Lei."
Jiang Bai calmly nodded, withdrew his hand which had been pinched a little painfully, waved, and turned to leave with a flourish.
Watching Jiang Bai's figure disappear around the street corner.
Old Lei wiped away his tears and turned back to his smoke-filled studio.
He took out his phone and opened WeChat.
I opened a group chat called "Kyoto Top Mixing Engineer Exchange Group (actually a chat group for taking orders)".
This group brings together owners and sound engineers from dozens of recording studios of all sizes in Kyoto.
People usually complain about their clients, cry poverty, or share where to find cheap boxed lunches in the group chat.
But today.
Lei's fingers flew across the screen as he typed a message:
Thunder - Old Lei: "Brothers, this is amazing! A genius came to my place today! He recorded a rock song, and that voice, those lyrics, I dare say, this song is going to be a hit! A huge hit!"
The message had only been sent for less than two seconds.
Another message immediately popped up in the group chat.
Dream-A-Qiang: "Holy crap? Brother Lei, you ran into her too? What a coincidence! I also got an order today, and a super beautiful girl came! She recorded two original songs, and the sweetness was just amazing! I'd bet five cents she'll be a huge hit!"
The previously lifeless group chat was instantly brought to life by these two messages.
Divers began to surface:
"Really? Did you two drink fake alcohol today?"
"Will he definitely become a hit? Last month, Lao Lei, you also said that rapper was going to be a hit, and look what happened? He's still delivering food!"
"Exactly! Ah Qiang, stop bragging. Your shabby shack can't possibly attract a phoenix? And a super beautiful woman? Do you have a picture? If you don't, what are you talking about!"
"Don't you all know what the current level of amateur audio trainees is? They're all terrible, each one a masterpiece of audio editing!"
The group members complained wildly, clearly not believing it.
In their view, these two were simply fantasizing because they couldn't get any orders.
Old Lei looked at the mockery in the group chat and sneered disdainfully.
"Ah, how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?"
"Wait until the song comes out, it'll scare you bastards to death!"
He put down his phone and leaned back in the boss's chair.
Jiang Bai's heart-wrenching scream echoed in my mind again—
"I know! My future is not a dream! I live every minute to the fullest!"
Old Lei closed his eyes and began to hum along:
"My future is not a dream..."
My heart beats with hope...
Humming and humming.
Two streams of hot tears slid down his rough face once again.
"Waaaaah..."
"You sang so well."
"Who says middle-aged men can't have dreams?"
"Even though I'm a greasy middle-aged man now, even though I run a run-down recording studio..."
"But deep down, there's still a child who hasn't grown up!"
Old Lei suddenly stood up.
He walked to a locked wardrobe at the very back of the studio.
With trembling hands, he took out the key and opened the cabinet door.
Inside the cabinet.
There was no guitar, no bass, and no leather jacket or pants.
Instead, a set was quietly hanging there—
Pink, with lace trim, plus size—Sailor Moon sailor uniform!
There was also a sparkling magic wand next to it.
When Lao Lei looked at the outfit, his eyes softened, as if he were looking at his first love.
He stretched out his heavily tattooed arm and gently stroked the pink hem of the skirt.
She murmured:
"In the name of the moon, I will punish you..."
"This...is my dream!"
In this studio filled with heavy metal and the smell of smoke.
A rock 'n' roll tough guy, facing a set of women's clothing, bursts into tears, determined that his future is not just a dream.
……
3:30 p.m.
The recording of all three songs is complete.
"Baby" (female version).
"Love You" (Female Version).
My Future Is Not a Dream (Male Version)
"Done!"
"Next, I'll go to the TV station and earn some popularity points!"
Jiang Bai found a place to change back into her Mori Girl style outfit, since she still had to go record a show.
In a short while.
When Jiang Bai walked out again, sporting that smooth wig and wearing that off-white floral dress, he felt like he was about to split apart.
"well……"
"Day after day, I keep switching back and forth between being male and female."
"Changing clothes is too much trouble. It would be great if there was a portable changing room."
Jiang Bai straightened her skirt while mentally complaining.
Just then, the system's cheeky voice rang out:
[Ding! The host's distress has been detected.]
This system thoughtfully recommends—the [Premium Edition: Celebrity Support Team]!
[Includes: A luxurious folding RV, the ability to change clothes anytime, anywhere, a top-notch makeup artist for instant makeovers, two all-around bodyguards, and a top-notch personal assistant!]
[With this, you'll say goodbye to the embarrassment of changing clothes in the bathroom! Enjoy true superstar treatment!]
Jiang Bai's eyes lit up; this service is great!
"How many popularity points?"
The system voice was incredibly enticing:
【No 998! No 98!】
[Only 980 million! Bring home a luxury team!]
"..."
Jiang Bai rolled his eyes dramatically.
"980 million?"
"Why don't you just rob it?!"
"I'm struggling to scrape together even 100,000 right now, and you want to talk to me about a deal worth millions?"
"Step aside! I'd rather do it myself!"
Despite his complaints, Jiang Bai's steps became even more resolute.
No money?
Then go and earn it!
The Voice of China, he's here!