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Chapter 089 The Author's Homesickness

"Hello, Teacher Yang. I was watching you rehearse from the audience just now, and to be honest, those few lines of lyrics were quite impressive."

This was not Yang Du deliberately flattering him, but rather a heartfelt sentiment.

He's no longer a newcomer who's only been in the industry for a month or two; he's been there for at least four months. He's worked with rising stars like Tao Cheng and mentored complete newcomers like Jiang Yan.

He must admit that there is an insurmountable gap between pop singers and top singers like Yang Jiayin, who are permanently stationed on national-level gala stages.

Yang Jiayin's almost abnormal control over his breath, the resonance that fills the entire Studio One without any auto-tuning equipment, and his dignified and majestic presence are unmatched by ordinary pop singers.

The depth and penetrating power inherent in that voice is a national-level quality that can only be achieved through countless hours of practice.

Yang Jiayin is obviously used to all kinds of praise and compliments, but when faced with the heartfelt praise from Yang Du, a producer who is young, handsome and talented, she couldn't help but smile with her eyes crinkling.

"You've got a sweet tongue, young man." Yang Jiayin waved his hand, his eyes revealing the appreciation of an elder for an outstanding junior. "However, as a singer, I have to be honest, singing is like building a house."

"The lyrics and music of your song are the foundation. If the foundation is not good, no matter how talented I am, I can't sing something beautiful out of thin air. It's just a castle in the air, right? It's useless."

She paused, then continued, "The melody of your song is exceptionally well-written, grand and solemn. At first glance, the lyrics seem simple, without any fancy words, but upon closer listening, they are quite weighty. To be honest, there aren't many people in the music scene these days who can write good melody songs."

Standing to the side, Yan Baokuan wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "That's right. Nowadays, writing about the mainstream often easily falls into two extremes. Either it's all flowery language and empty rhetoric, or it's down-to-earth but bland and tasteless, lacking any substance."

"Your song 'Today is Your Birthday' perfectly avoids these two pitfalls."

Yang Du quickly smiled modestly and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me. I still have much to learn from my seniors."

"Don't be modest, good works speak for themselves." Yang Jiayin looked at the producer in front of her, who was a bit too young. "I'm actually quite curious, what was going through your mind when you, a young man in your early twenties, wrote this song? This angle is brilliant."

Yang Du pondered for a moment, then explained earnestly, "Actually, the idea is very simple. National Day is essentially the birthday of the country. If we simply write about prosperity and the magnificent landscape, it would seem too grandiose, and we would easily get tired of hearing it too often."

"But if we change our perspective and personify the country as a mother celebrating her birthday, then the phrase 'Today is your birthday, my mother'... all the subsequent perspectives and emotional expressions become natural."

Yang Jiayin nodded approvingly: "That's right, it's about grounding grand narratives in the simplest family affection, using small things to reveal big truths."

At this point, she looked Yang Du up and down. The young man was 183 cm tall, with a straight posture and handsome features. He was no less handsome than some of the young heartthrobs on the screen.

"Honestly, Yang Du, with your looks, isn't it a bit of a waste to just work behind the scenes as a songwriter and arranger?" Yang Jiayin asked, half-jokingly and half-seriously. "Have you ever thought about standing on stage and singing yourself?"

Before Yang Du could answer, she added, "But then again, there's nothing wrong with being a producer. What the country needs right now are young producers like you who have both thought and depth. Whether in front of the camera or behind the scenes, doing a good job with art is serving the people."

"Teacher Yang, I only learned a little bit of vocal music in school, but my level is only about that of a karaoke star. If I were to actually go on stage, I'm afraid I would scare the audience away."

Yang Jiayin was amused by Yang Du's candid demeanor and laughed heartily: "Alright, don't underestimate yourself. If there are any good projects in the future, maybe we can collaborate again."

"That would be wonderful, as long as Teacher Yang doesn't mind my lack of experience."

The two chatted for a few more minutes near the work area about adjustments to the arrangement details, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

……

That evening, a very interesting post appeared on the music forum Gaoshan.

[Help! I went to Studio One to watch a rehearsal today, and I treated the original composer like a complete novice, forcefully promoting his own song for ten minutes. Is it too late to flee Beijing tonight?]

In the post, the original poster described his socially devastating experience in a near-collapse-like tone.

"...That incredibly handsome guy had a really good temper. He didn't interrupt me at all and even went along with it, saying it really sounded good..."

...At that moment, I felt as if I were already dead. The person typing in front of the computer wasn't myself, but a soulless shell.

1st floor: Forgive me for laughing like a tractor, hahahahaha.

2nd floor: Could this be the legendary modern version of showing off one's limited skills before an expert?

3rd Floor: Original Author: Oh, really? Wow, my song is that awesome! Thanks for recommending it.

4th floor: I understand, the climax of the song expresses the author's homesickness.

8th Floor: Wait a minute, the original poster just said this was sung by a national team player. If a new song can be sung by a national team player, the lyricist and composer should be a senior figure in the industry, right? How come it's still a young guy? That doesn't make sense.

10th Floor: Yeah, I know all those top songwriters in the system, and none of them fit the "handsome young man" description. OP, are you just making up a story to gain experience points? One reply equals 3 experience points.

[Original Poster]: This is what really drove me crazy. This guy just started out this year, he's a complete newbie. And according to what I secretly heard, not only this song, but there's another song at the gala that he also wrote, composed, and arranged.

12th Floor: Really? Two songs in one go at the National Day Gala, and he's a newcomer? If you're just trying to get clicks and experience points, at least make this story believable.

15th Floor: Exactly, what kind of stage is the National Day Gala? It's already quite an achievement to get even one song on stage. For a newcomer to write the lyrics and music for two songs, do you think the review panel is just sitting around doing nothing?

17th floor: This isn't how you use connections, is it? It's too blatant.

19th Floor: Nowadays, online revelations don't even follow basic principles; they just spout nonsense and make things up. So let me reveal something too: the closing chorus at the National Day Gala was written and composed by me, 100% authentic.

21st floor: Young, handsome, all-around talented in songwriting, composing, and arranging, a newcomer who just debuted this year, holy crap, is the guy you're talking about starting with Y?

22nd floor: Your words are a wake-up call! It seems that it's not impossible. All the conditions are met, and someone with the surname Y has been on the Children's Day Gala.

23rd floor: No, what kind of riddle are you guys playing? I don't understand it at all.

Floor 24: Hint, YD, or YDD.

25th floor: Is it true or not? It sounds a bit outrageous, but it also makes some sense. What's going on?

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