After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Day 1 of the training cycle to prepare for the fourth competition.

Except for K-NEP, all the groups have great ambitions and expectations for the program group's proposition this time.

Since all aspects of the competition stage are unrestricted, that is to say, as long as they can make amazing songs and design stage concepts that other groups can't think of, they can guarantee absolute victory, no longer. Limited by style.

After listening to the program group's supplementary voting on the order of appearance together in the living room, each group went upstairs with eagerness and eagerness to try, and wanted to get into the main topic as soon as possible to create a stage that could be "famous for history" in the program.

infinite9 is no exception.

Their configuration is the most reasonable. There are excellent and reliable candidates in terms of choreography, arrangement, and lyrics. More than half of the members with composition experience have been in the trainee period. In order to train them more comprehensively, the company arranges relevant courses.

As usual, all Infinite9 members sat down in a circle in the center of the training room and placed the paper and electronic settings in front of them.

"Then finalize the most important premise first, what is our stage theme concept this time?" Liao Junchen tapped the tip of the pen on a blank piece of paper, and first discussed the creative direction with his teammates.

Qin Lu didn't speak at the beginning, he wanted to hear what his teammates thought first.

Han Suyan pondered: "Although I didn't immediately think of any theme, our last competition stage proved that the novel and creative concept is the soul of the song, which will give the stage a geometrically multiple bonus effect, because There is no substitute."

Su Qinglan's hairy head nodded: "Yes, our stage theme this time must be very eye-catching first!"

Nan Xiao let out an "um", and Jin Youen patted Fan Xi, who was stumbling away when he was wandering, and nodded as well.

All the teammates agreed with this point. Only Qin Lu didn't say a word. He just quietly asked after listening, "So do you have any ideas?"

All staff: "…"

Su Qinglan rubbed her curly hair, and thought for a while in anguish, "Uh, not for the time being."

Obviously, the teammates are all thinking, what kind of song theme and style are new?

Since the birth of music, all musicians have been striving to innovate, from the first love to the regret and nostalgia for the countdown of life, from the rebellious writing in the formative period to the forced maturity of people to middle age, from realism to magic Fairy tales, from critical history writing to fantasy futures.

It's like there are endless movie themes, ranging from country music to rock punk, the music themes and styles are varied and complex, and the exciting music seems to be born every moment.

But in fact, every innovation in music is a new era that can lead a trend of the times. The current styles are diverse, but they are accumulated and precipitated in the long river of time. If it was really that easy to innovate, there wouldn't be a period of pop jazz, a period of pop rock.

After Qin Lu asked a question and the members were silent, Liao Junchen put a question mark behind the theme he just wrote, and continued: "What about the style? Is it R&B, electronic music, heavy metal, or country folk?"

Fan Xi held his chin and said: "It doesn't seem to be very competitive and lacks a special point. Can it really stand out?"

hours later.

infinite9 progress is still...0.

Without warning, all the members finally ushered in a painful bottleneck period in the fourth competition.

Qin Lu didn't directly point out that his teammates seemed to have fallen into a misunderstanding. He simply stood up and clapped his hands: "Let's take a rest first. Change your mood and relax, don't worry."

Infinite9, whose progress was stagnant, disbanded in situ. Compared with the tired but pleasant practice atmosphere before, this time it was especially exhausted.

Hua Lin, who went downstairs to drink water, saw a light cast on the floor, turned around with the water cup, and saw that the back door was not completely closed. He glanced at the time, took two boxes of strawberry yogurt from the refrigerator, and walked towards the back door.

"It's rare to see you here." Hua Lin raised his eyebrows with interest as he leaned against the door frame. Qin Lu, who was sitting on the swing, looked back and saw him with an "um".

"Next." Hua Lin threw the yogurt box in his hand to Qin Lu, and when he saw that the other party easily caught it with one hand, he whistled briefly.

The two sat down side by side on the only two simple swings again, Hualin inserted the straw into it lazily, and leisurely looked like he was smoking a cigarette. When he drank the strawberry yogurt, he subconsciously He frowned and swallowed hard.

Qin Lu noticed that it was strawberries again, and couldn't help clarifying: "I really don't have a preference for strawberries, I just don't hate them."

Hua Lin said "Oh", seemingly relieved, "That's great."

He turned his head, blinked slowly silently, looked at the yogurt in his hand expressionlessly and said, "I hate strawberries."

Qin Lu reacted for a while: "then why do you still drink?"

The last time it was given to him by Qin Lu, this time it was brought by Hua Lin himself.

Hua Lin pointed to his eyes, "You seem to need something to relax, I thought you liked this."

Qin Lu was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook the swing and laughed silently.

Qin Lu: "Well, now that I think about it, it seems that I don't hate it as much as I like it. Actually, it works a bit."

Hua Lin: "You still hate it, I don't want to drink strawberry yogurt anymore."

Qin Lu: "..."

Hua Lin turned his head with a dark face: "Don't think I didn't see you snickering."

Qin Lu bit the straw and smiled solemnly: "how could it be. I'm smiling honestly."

Hualin: "…"

The two of them finished the strawberry yogurt happily one and the other with difficulty, successfully making Qin Lu look relaxed and relieved, while Hua Lin put on a mask of pain with a world-weary face.

Hua Lin: "So, what's the problem?"

Qin Lu explained the team situation of infinite9 in a few simple words.

Hua Lin understood: "I'm putting too much pressure on myself."

It stands to reason that the most reasonable configuration of infinite9 should go very smoothly.

But the problem is that they think too simple, or too complicated.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. And creating is not an easy task. If you want to come up with amazing songs within a week, even for well-known creators, it is not possible to be full of inspiration anytime, anywhere.

They put too much pressure on themselves and demand too much. And the expectations set by oneself cannot be realized, so there will be no progress.

Metallica has no such troubles. They care about winning and losing, and whether their music is understood and liked by the audience, but if they enjoy it, then the first two can be thrown away without any burden.

Music created with the primary purpose of winning the recognition of others has no unrestrained vitality.

Its birth can be a momentary whimsy, it can be seeing a beautiful rainbow after the rain today, it can be a wonderful encounter in a boring life, or even stepping on dog **** when you go out.

Emotion is the source of creation, whether it is absurdity, surprise, sadness, or anger, it is the source of creation.

None of which is "Will the person listening to the song like it".

Qin Lu felt that his teammates had fallen into a misunderstanding, because it was not necessary to create an absolutely unique and unimaginable stage in order to be called a good stage that stunned the Quartet. Even geniuses can't have good ideas all the time.

But this matter is not suitable to be said directly.

It may instead have the opposite effect and dampen the enthusiasm for creation.

That's why Qin Lu sat here thinking, not because he got into a bottleneck and became anxious, but how to make his teammates come back to their senses without leaving a trace.

Metallica's training progressed very quickly, so Hua Lin went back to prepare a new song after confirming that everything was normal with Qin Lu.

When Qin Lu came to the living room, he found that all his teammates had gathered on the first floor, and infinite9 was not the only one in the living room.

The two groups huddled together, the atmosphere was heavy and bleak, serious and unlovable.

K-NEP looked surprisingly sluggish, and Fan Xi was paralyzed on the sofa with Pei Jiangsheng in Beijing, having a very sympathetic dialogue.

Fan Xi broke the silence: "Brother Jiang Sheng, did your group write a song?"

Pei Jiangsheng was expressionless: "I think the lyrics I wrote are like shit. How about you?"

Fan Xi looked peaceful: "I can't even think of shit."

Pei Jiangsheng: "Great, great."

Fan Xi: "Thank you for the compliment. Fortunately, I have you."

Qin Lu: "..."

Today the living room is destined to be a very lively and eerie quiet place.

At first, only infinite9 gathered in the living room, then K-NEP, and then more people came down the stairs, hand in hand, extremely stiff.

Lucy and Xu Zheran went down the stairs and joined their comrades in silence.

Qin Lu was stunned: "what's the matter with you?"

Xu Zheran smiled bleakly: "I'm at a bottleneck."

Lu Xi summed up embarrassingly: "An Ming said that after listening to the song written by Zhe Ran, pigs can climb a tree." He paused and added, "Angry."

Qin Lu: "..."

Xu Zheran sat down beside Pei Jiangsheng angrily.

The two kitchen volunteers who didn't like each other's eyes and who always laughed at each other when they met, sat together in a surprisingly peaceful way, Pei Jiangsheng even made room for Xu Zheran, and said calmly, "You're here. "

Xu Zheran put his hands in front of him and slowly closed his eyes.

Qin Lu: "..."

Everyone gathered in the living room, the atmosphere was silent and gloomy, as if the end of the world.

Just when the footsteps sounded again at the entrance of the stairs, Qin Lu couldn't help but look up. Quan Zaixian swayed downstairs with his pockets in his pockets, met Qin Lu's gaze, and walked towards him.

Qin Lu looked at Quan Zaixian speechlessly: "Aren't you supposed to...?"

Quan Zaixian was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "I'll pour a glass of water to drink."

He glanced at the idols who were lying like corpses in the living room, and asked Qin Lu, "What's the situation."

Originally there were only infinite9 teammates, Qin Lu felt that it was not suitable for him to speak. But now that there are several members of the regiment gathered, it is just right to tell them clearly—

Qin Lu said succinctly: "It's normal to be unable to write songs, or to think that you can't write well. Anyone who is blocked in creation may exist."

The more you want to make the stage perfect, the higher the requirements for the works you create, and the easier it is to feel that the things you write are garbage. In fact, it sounds pretty good, but I am still completely dissatisfied, and I choose to exclude them all.

There is no problem for others to listen to, but if you listen to it yourself, you will feel that "this kind of song is a waste of life".

Pei Jiangsheng: "...blocked in creation?"

Quan Zaixian took the topic expressionlessly and explained it in vernacular: "Your mind is empty."

Pei Jiangsheng was angry: "Who are you scolding???"

Quan Zaixian: "…"

Yes, enterprise-level understanding, this is very Pei Jiangsheng.