"I thought Mr. Lin Tian was quite committed to classical music in his creations..."
Lin Tian waved his hand.
There’s a huge library of pop music.
Lots of pop music contains elements of classical music too.
As for adapting a multi-cello ensemble, with my current skills, it’s not hard to arrange it based on the original track.
After rearranging so many pieces, he was still unsure about his original music ability, since he hadn’t seriously composed anything.
But as for his adaptation skills, Lin Tian could confidently say,
Even in the entire current music industry, he was a Tier 1 level!
Do you know the effort it takes to rearrange every waltz, concerto, and symphony into a cello and piano ensemble?!
All the practice Lin Tian has had since his debut was put into this!
"Well, we can give it a try."
Mao Weiang once again showed his thoughtful, furrowed-brow expression,
"But, where do we find a second pop musician?"
Currently, Gan Yanyu and Mao Weiang are both contestants in the Dragon Violin Cup finals.
Both of them are quite skilled.
To find another person to collaborate with them in an ensemble,
First, this person must be of high skill.
Secondly, they must also have influence.
After all, Mao Weiang is a King of Pop Music level figure, while Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu are top figures in the classical music world.
They’re all top-tier. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱
They can’t just bring in some Cat or Dog that no one online knows.
Even if the fame is lacking a bit, the hard skill must compensate.
"Actually, there’s someone who owes us a favor."
Lin Tian turned to Gan Yanyu and spoke.
"Bai Junze," Lin Tian said.
Lin Tian remembered very clearly.
The guy still owed him a meal of old Baijing stir-fried liver.
BYD ate more by himself than Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu combined.
"Him... his strength is indeed very strong, after all, he was the second in the semifinals."
Mao Weiang hesitated a bit,
"But, will his playing style match with ours for a smooth ensemble?"
Soon the image of that carefree figure on stage who couldn’t even wear his clothes properly appeared.
His name may sound cool, but the person is just too abstract.
Especially with that cello covered in LED lights, looking like some ghostly figure on stage.
Every time Lin Tian saw it, he couldn’t help but curse: Does no one in the organizing committee care about this?!
"...But he is really strong."
Even while grumbling in his heart, Lin Tian still said,
"With him joining, and after proper coordination, it might result in unexpected effects."
And there’s another issue.
As Lin Tian is a rival in the Dragon Violin Cup, inviting Bai Junze is peculiar in and of itself.
Just like earlier, when he harbored hostility toward Mao Weiang.
It might not be just the favor of a bowl of stir-fried liver that would get him to agree to help.
But as mentioned earlier.
So, Lin Tian decided to give it a try.
"Alright, let’s do as you say."
Now, the person is chosen, and the lineup is set.
How do we get in touch with Bai Junze?
"Do you know him?" Lin Tian asked Mao Weiang.
"I don’t, I thought you did."
Mao Weiang was a bit surprised.
After all, Lin Tian just mentioned the "favor"...
"How about I contact the organizers to inquire, there should be a designated hotel arrangement, right?"
All Dragon Violin Cup contestants have hotels arranged for them to stay.
Those like Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu who have a place in Baijing can choose to stay in their own accommodations.
"I’m afraid it’s difficult."
"Actually, before participating in the Dragon Violin Cup, I did a thorough investigation of all the contestants. Although I don’t know him, from what I gathered, he has been almost nightly absent in Baijing, only returning to the hotel to shower the night before a competition."
"What a strange person he is."
Gan Yanyu couldn’t help but say.
Lin Tian was a bit overwhelmed.
It’s amusing, some on the stage think Bai Junze doesn’t respect the competition!
Looking at this lifestyle.
Just returning to the hotel for a shower is already a national-level diplomatic gesture from Bai Junze.
"Then where should we find him? Is there any phone number or anything?"
Mao Weiang decisively said,
"It’s said that his phone has been out of service for years due to unpaid bills."
Lin Tian found it hard to imagine a cellist about to participate in a national final could be such a character.
"So what does he usually do? Did you find that out?"
Lin Tian, thinking Mao Weiang had already researched deeply, asked again.
"It’s said that after he came to Baijing, he’s been frequenting various bathhouses in Baijing."
"How can a southerner tolerate the bathhouse scene..."
Lin Tian couldn’t help but complain.
He remembered Mao Weiang’s violin case covered in bathhouse tickets.
As a southerner himself, just thinking of the terrifying scene where everyone bares it all in the bathhouse made his legs tremble with fear.
When he first went to university in a past life, a northern roommate walked out of the bathroom stark naked in front of him for the first time, scaring him so much he nearly threw a mouse at the screen.
The towering tree in that dense forest still left him with a very deep impression...
Unless there’s no other choice.
Otherwise, few southerners would be so eager to venture into bathhouses as soon as they arrive in this place.
Lin Tian found it hard to hold back.