Yuran uninterestedly turned off the official Weibo account and hurried to Diyang Entertainment.
Because he had a pass, there was no obstruction on the way, and he took the elevator directly to Studio 13 on the 25th floor, where people had already filled the room early on.
The team wasn’t that big, just about eleven or twelve people, and they all didn’t look too happy, furrowing their brows at the sight of such a young person entering.
"Yuran?" a woman seated in the middle asked uncertainly.
Yuran closed the door behind him and nodded, "Hello, everyone, I’m Yuran. I’ll be working with you for the next half month!"
Those in the recording studio saw shock in each other’s eyes.
Someone, still not sure, questioned again, "M.YU?"
If it weren’t for the earlier incident with Qi Feng, these people probably wouldn’t be so polite to Yuran, as no one currently knew the background of this Yuran.
Everyone was still quite polite, and although Yuran was still studying at school, he had spared some time to write two pieces of music. With a group of many professionals who focused on their specialties, there was no need for Yuran to arrange anything.
Yuran handed over the musical score; the team could directly create a Demo, including tuning and mixing as needed.
Although he was young, he was extremely organized in his work; in less than half an hour, he had integrated well with the people in the recording studio, even though there were a few individuals who didn’t quite approve.
But most held an attitude of admiration.
Yuran approached his work not at all like a newcomer but rather like an experienced professional.
There was a chubby team member everyone called Brother Chubby, the oldest among them. clutching the finished musical score in his hand, he approached Yuran, "Yuran, shall we listen to it once?"
Everyone gathered around, having never seen such high efficiency before. In just two or three hours, they had actually managed to complete a song which was simply,
All eyes landed on Yuran, and they began to praise Brother Chubby, "Brother Chubby, you’re so quick!"
The man called Brother Chubby shook his head, "Yuran’s pieces hardly need much editing. Let’s all listen once, and if there are no issues, tomorrow we can have those two find time to come in to record!"
"Is it for the end credits?" people asked one after another.
Brother Chubby nodded, "Yes!"
Yuran looked at the musical score Brother Chubby brought over and nodded, "Let’s listen to it first then, to save everyone’s time; quick and decisive!"
The melody had an ancient style, mixed with the perfect sounds of traditional Chinese instruments, and the songwriter was already extremely talented. With professionals handling the mixing and post-production, it was hard to make a mistake.
The song was highly finished; most of the arranging was already done by Yuran, and there was really very little left for them to do, probably only to produce the master.
Brother Chubby, who had been in the business for so many years, had never worked with someone so time-saving, and genuinely didn’t know what to say for a moment. Those who originally had some complaints about Yuran were now left speechless.
A comparatively young girl said with a giggle, "Working with you really is such a time-saver! This efficiency is higher than struggling with others for ten days and a half."
Isn’t that the truth?
Those actors who sing better than they act are not professional singers by trade, and some of them have to go through take after take when recording a song. They know more than anyone how troublesome it can be.
Brother Chubby suggested, "Yuran, how about you sing a version, and then have Lao Ji and Han Yunfei follow along for convenience? Send it to them first to get familiar with it, and that way, everyone saves time."