Entertainment: Paparazzi are human beings too, please respect them

"Big guy, you've been collecting style for a year, it's the end of the year, please burst your inspiration, write two songs!!"

"..."in

friendship entertainment.

Other department heads: Here, I am the king of heaven, Laozi, who does not complete the task, just get out!

In the head of the composition department: big guy, as long as you write, I will be your dog in the future, on call!

One hundred and eighty-seven songs, that's an overly idealized state, and the reality is....

All year round, there can be eighty songs, which is considered that these composers have exceeded the task!

What's more, whether it is the emperor of Qu or the ace, there are singers who have a good relationship with them.

As long as the song is written, the composer will definitely give the song to the singer he has a good relationship with as soon as possible!

Anyway, they all take a share of the song download revenue, so why give it to a singer who has a bad relationship?

So....

Sister Lin called all afternoon, and her mouth was up, but she still couldn't find a suitable song.

Either there is no song, or the song is not suitable, or the other party just hangs up the phone.

There are even people who don't pick up and black!

After becoming an agent, there are really few moments of such a tiring time!

She scratched her hair a little dejectedly, leaned against the wall, and looked at the white clouds in the distance.

Where to find a song that suits Qin Fan?

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

She instantly straightened up, adjusted her emotions, smiled, and prepared to pick up the phone.

It must be that the song thing has news.

But when she saw the phone screen showing Qin Fan's call, she wanted to throw away the phone for a moment.

At this time, she really didn't want to answer this call.

She was afraid, afraid of Qin Fan and asked: Sister, did you help me find the right song?

She was afraid of Qin Fan and said: "Sister, did you help me find it with your heart?"

She didn't know how she would answer if Qin Fan really asked that!

But biting her lip, Sister Lin still answered Qin Fan's phone.

Then, Qin Fan's inquiry really came from the phone, but it was a little different from what she imagined.

"Sister, have you eaten??"

"Su Tian went to your office and didn't find you!"

"Sister, why don't you talk?"

"Sister, where are you?"

"..."

Sister Lin was directly stunned, her brain was buzzing, and all Qin Fan's sentence was left that you have eaten.

The spirit that was originally strong and tight was relaxed at this moment.

"I... I'm still inviting songs! Sister

Lin secretly took a few deep breaths, adjusted her emotions, and tried to maintain a normal tone of voice.

"Sister, you don't have to look for songs over there!"

"I already have songs on my side, and besides, I'm satisfied!!"

Hearing Qin Fan's words, Sister Lin instantly came to her senses.

Originally a forced emotion, really excited:

"Really??"

"Did you really find the song?"

"Uh-huh, really found it!"

Faced with Sister Lin's inquiry, Qin Fan answered in the affirmative.

"Great!!"

"That's great!!"

God knows how torturous it was for her to make phone calls all afternoon.

And for Qin Fan's words, Sister Lin was convinced of it.

As a singer, distinguishing the quality of a song is the most basic.

If the singer can't even tell whether a song is good or bad, then what is it called.

At least the most basic song aesthetics, there is always there!

Not to mention, Qin Fan is still the national champion of the talent show.

Therefore, as soon as she heard Qin Fan say that there was already a song, she was really excited.

There was no doubt at all.

Still, she habitually asked,

"So where did you find the song?"

"Did you ask someone to help??"

"Is it the composer of our company?"

"Or was it invited from outside?"

"...,"

Sister Lin asked while constantly searching for answers in her mind.

Therefore, Qin Fan was not given a chance to answer at all, so he continued:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible to be a company!"

"Who in the company doesn't know how lazy that group of composers is, how many teacups Wang Dong of the composition department has to smash every day, and Lao Zhou goes crazy almost every day!"

"The annual task of each year has not been completed, and the old anniversary is scolded!"

"Not to mention, I asked all the questions up and down today, and they all said that there was no song!"

"Some say they have no inspiration, haven't written it, or have already given it!"

"So, this group of slackers is impossible!"

"But I finally know why that guy He Youjun has to step in!!"

"So... Qin Fan, are you looking for it outside? "

The words from the outside... By the way, did you find a teacher from your school?

"Yes, yes, blame me for not remembering this stubble!"

"You are a student of the Shanghai University School of Art, not to mention the vocal music department, or the national champion, you are now a proud protégé of those teachers!"

"As their proud protégé, finding a teacher to help find songs is not a simple matter!"

"Such an important connection, I didn't even think of it!!"

"Oh, I'm so stupid, I'm really willing to get close!"

"Although they are not as famous as artists, the resources they have at their disposal are enough to make every artist crazy!!"

"They have taught a lot of elites in the music industry. Composer: That's quite a lot!

Qin

Fan, who was sitting on the sofa, looked sideways at the phone in his hand and raised his hand to scratch his forehead.

He never expected it!

He just simply said that there was a song on his side, and Sister Lin was able to be so excited.

And the brain makes up so many things!

Although he didn't want to break Sister Lin's beautiful illusion, Qin Fan still decided to explain:

"That..." "Sister, it's not what you think..." "The song, it's not

for someone else to invite!"

On the other side of the phone, Qin Fan, who was making up his brain, called the teacher, and told with affection that he had no song and was humiliated by the composer, and after the teacher at the school listened, Sister Lin, who was arrogant enough to help Qin Fan find a song, subconsciously answered:

"I didn't invite someone else, how did it come about?"

"I wrote it myself!"

As soon as Qin Fan's words fell, Sister Lin felt that she heard her heartbreak...

And the picture that has not yet been completed in the brain is also shattered into slag like a mirror falling to the ground.

She swallowed her saliva, took a deep breath, trembled and asked Qin Fan:

"You..."

Are you kidding your sister?? "

Good Qin Fan, tell your sister that you are joking with your sister!

Please!