Superstars of Tomorrow

No matter how the Internet is arguing, no matter what stories the entertainment media people who are not comfortable and uncomfortable have compiled, Fang Zhao has no time to pay attention. The more you shoot later, with the increase of Wu Yan's plays, his plays are getting less and less, and he can free up more time to create.

The actors and staff of the crew also found that Fang Zhao’s time on the set was less and less, and for a long time, everyone still missed the days before. There is no party to call this big stomach king in front of him, there are a bunch of people who can't swallow, and it is hard to eat and take medicine, and even less appetite, so that everyone's meal is reduced.

Therefore, when there is an opportunity, Fang Zhao will be taken by the director to take a lunch with everyone.

On this day, Fang Zhao was left by the director of the Yanzhou Drama Group to stay with everyone to eat lunch.

Someone else has not eaten half of the box lunch, and Fang Zhao has already solved two copies and picked up the third one.

The party called for the third lunch to be settled. Bai guide smiled and handed it over to the side. "There are still many, eat some more?"

Every time there is a big canteen, I will send more of it, and I will send it back if I can't finish it.

In fact, Bai Dao is just a joke. Who knows that the party is looking at the lunch that he has handed over and nods: "Thank you."

Bai Dao and other actors squinted, watching Fang Zhao pick up the fourth lunch and solve it.

Seeing that the fourth lunch box bottomed out, the white guide swept the boxed rice on the side of the eye, picked up one again, handed it over, "Come on another box?"

Fang Zhao hesitated, "Thank you for the white guide, no need."

The crew of the crew: "..." Why are you still hesitating?

The white guide put down the box lunch, and he was still curious in his eyes. "You...you said that the task of filming has been reduced so much, how has the appetite increased?"

Another actor next to it sighed: "It’s still young, the second one hasn’t finished, the first estimate is already consumed. At this age, it’s easy to be hungry.”

Others don't think so. How to consume fast, how easy it is to be hungry, even eat four boxes of rice, look at this relaxed look is estimated to eat the fifth box! There are so many young actors in the crew, and they eat two or three boxes. For example, there are a few martial arts on the other side. I used to forget it. It’s a bit shocking to call it now.

When I think of something, the white guide is hanging, and I ask the party with concern: "Are you under pressure?"

Fang Zhao thought about it and nodded. "Slightly."

Fortunately, the filming is a little tighter. Directly investing in Mo Zhen is an opportunity and a test. In accordance with the normal process, others have a process of first-instance and second-instance. He voted for Mr. Mo Lao, and according to Mr. Mo’s temper, he either left the board or refused directly. There is no room for buffering.

It’s impossible to say that there is no pressure, but it’s not as bad as other people. Fang Zhao decided that if this work was rejected by Mo Zhen, he would let it appear in his next personal performance. Now, do your best to complete this work.

However, in the eyes of others, the "somewhat" pressure of Fang Zhao is the meaning of great pressure.

The white guide is stunned. But this kind of thing is too common in the crew, it is weird without pressure. I patted the shoulder of the party and sighed long. "You are not easy."

It’s too easy for a young actor to pick such a heavy burden! Fortunately, the party called the role well, and the online praise was more than criticism. Eyes are getting closer and closer to the ninth season, and the pressure of Fang Zhao is great. The actors in the crew are all the same, the closer to the point of death, the more restless.

Bai Dao also knew that Fang Zhao often went to the concert hall, and did not think much. He only thought that the party called to listen to the performance to adjust the mood. The people in their director group are busy filming every day, and they don't have time to pay attention to other things. Naturally, they don't know that most of the time outside the filming is in the creation.

night.

Fang Zhao was in the dormitory and made the final revision work. In a quiet room, the nib squeaks on the paper.

When the last note is written, the endless exhaustion seems to be oozing out of the bones.

tired.

very tired.

It is much more exhausting than continuous high-intensity filming.

The party looked at the paper notebook in his hand, and for a moment, he smiled slightly: "It’s it."

It will definitely be questioned when taken out. According to common sense, a person in his twenties is unlikely to create such a work, but when he started writing, Fang Zhao had already prepared himself.

Turn off the indoor air circulation system, walk to the window to open the window, close your eyes, and take a deep dry, cold, air with a lot of dust.

The smell of dust floods the nose and floods into the lungs.

This kind of shooting area, which is bad in day and night, should have been uncomfortable. At this time, the party was very comfortable.

The exhaustion was blown away.

Easy. It seems as if a heavy load has been removed.

Blowing the cold wind that is rich in dust, closing the window, calling back to the table, taking out a special piece of music paper and a special pen from the drawer, and writing the finished score.

The music paper, the pen, and the special paper bag for the submission are all used by the music team to submit the manuscript.

There is no electronic version, only manuscripts.

After writing, put the manuscript into the file bag and seal it with the sealing strip that comes with the bag.

The sealing strip is a password lock. Once it is sealed, only those who have the qualification of the music center can open it, and the opening time and opening person will have a record.

The next day, Fang Zhao did not have a shooting task.

In the morning, I ran out of the circle, came back to wash and changed my clean clothes, put the file bag in my backpack, and took the bag to the shuttle bus to the music center.

Some musicians on the shuttle bus were very surprised to see the party call. On weekdays, they barely saw the party call at this time in the morning. They were calling to the car on the set.

Some people also asked the party to call Mo Zhen, Fang Zhao was called by Mo Zhen in the concert hall, and let Fang Zhao directly contribute to the past, has been passed through the music team. Many people don't think about it. Although there are not many people with this kind of privilege, there are also twenty. The party is not alone. Therefore, more people just look at this as an entertainment event. I am probably optimistic about calling this younger generation, or have long known with Fang Zhao.

No one dares to ask, there is no one to ask this question. I can't ask anything after asking a few times. Today, I saw the party call to the music center in the morning. The curiosity that has already gone down in my heart has risen again.

There are a few people who can’t help curiosity. After arriving at the music center, they thought they were blindly obsessed with the past, and then sent messages to other familiar people.

"To call this route, like to find Mo Lao!"

"Go gone! He passed over there!"

"He took out the paper bag from the bag, the paper bag for the manuscript, the one that has been sealed! He really came to contribute!"

Soon, more and more people in the music center knew about the things that Fang Zhao went to today to submit.

"I can make an impression on Mr. Mo Lao, who has direct privilege. It should be very talented. I really want to see the manuscript he voted for."

"I have heard of Fang Zhao’s work. It is very infectious. The few elements of the century are very strong."

"Remember, Fang Zhao, the first concert of that career, the genius that sold all the works at a high price without a break! Remember that it’s only twenty years old? Especially young guy, I have a lot of time Take him to fight against my few unmotivated students."

"Now the newcomers are so strong? My predecessors are under great pressure."

Fang Zhao did not know what the gang was discussing in secret, but knew that someone followed him, no evil, just wondering if he was going to Mo Lao. He didn't think that it needed to be hidden, so he didn't know who was behind him.

Mo Yan, an old artist with a high status, is a place in the music center. The place where he lives is also where he works. In the past, there was no direct witness to Mo Zhen’s person, and one of Mo Zhen’s assistants was responsible for the reception.

These are all treasure-level artists. The bodyguards, assistants, and medical staff are fully equipped. Most of them are allowed to bring an assistant. Mo Zhen directly brings four! This is the privilege that Mo Zhen can enjoy at this level!

The assistant called by the receptionist is responsible for submitting the manuscript.

The assistant took over the paper bag that was handed over to the party. After checking the seal, he had a polite smile on his face. "You go back first, and the manuscript will be handed over to Mo Lao."

Speaking next to the assistant's finger, "There are monitoring records. I won't leak your manuscript, nor will I illegally take possession of your work."

"Thank you. Then I will not bother." Fang Zhao did not continue to stay, and left after submitting the manuscript.

But did not leave the music center, and called to see the recording scene of those seniors.

The top five orchestras in the world are here, and the symphonic music in the drama is mostly from their hands.

It’s not that you create a work, you can immediately find them to record. impossible.

The resources are limited, they can't reach that level, they don't get enough recognition, they don't even have the qualification to apply for recording, and they can't move them at all. The big orchestra is also arrogant.

Here, the music center has actually formed its rules. Competition is everywhere, speaking with strength.

If the composer handed over the manuscript first trial, but consciously, where the cool where to stay, the band will not care about you.

Second trial, however, to accumulate experience, the composer himself has at least the confidence to speak, how to say that it has passed a pass? Applicants who are better at recording studios and rehearsal halls are also more likely than those who have not passed the first instance.

When the reviewers leave your manuscript, the waist will be able to stand up. You don't have to apply for it yourself. All the resources you need will naturally be allocated to you.

Like other people with the same purpose, Fang Zhao sat quietly in the seat arranged for the observer.

The advanced digital audio system gives a good impression on the spot, but that effect is not really a "live" after all. The human ear is truly "holographic."

Even the sense of the scene produced by today's most advanced digital audio system may have fooled the average person, but the people in this industry are very sensitive in their ears and can still distinguish the difference. This is why in the new century where technology has developed. There are still many people who like to go to the concert hall to listen to the show. Some people are trying to force, some people are really like this kind of live feeling.

Listening to the scene, Fang Zhao can hear the remnants of those who are removed by the sound engineers, and hear the faint reverberation that the ordinary people can't feel, and the sound of the piano is declining.

When Fang Zhao was watching the recording, on the other side, Mo Zhen finally came out from the morning work. When he thinks about creation, he does not like to be disturbed. No matter who is coming from that time, he will be turned away by the assistant.

When Mo Zhen came out from the workplace, the four assistants were busy, and the tea was sent to the water for massage.

"Mo Lao, this is the file bag that was called in the morning." The assistant called by the receptionist said.

"Who?" Mo Zhen asked.

"Fang Zhao." The assistant said it again.

Mo Zhen looked blank. Who is Fang Zhao?

Seeing Mo Zhen, the assistants are used to it. Even if the people who Mo Yan saw yesterday, they said, they couldn’t remember anything when they were busy, so they continued to remind, "Fang Zhao, Yan Zhouren, a young boy, The masterpiece "The Hundred Years of Destruction" is a four-game chapter. He said that you let him submit the manuscript directly."

Needless to say, there is no need to mention the important role played by the party in the play. Mr. Mo Lao does not care about those, and will not remember, just need to mention the representative of the other person with his old man.

Sure enough, when it comes to "A Century of Destruction," Mo Zhen corresponds to people.

"Oh, it's him. Yes, I asked him to submit the manuscript directly. Has the little guy already taken the manuscript?"

Mo Zhen remembered Fang Zhao because he specially listened to some excellent works about the eradication of the century for the difficult task in his hand.

There are not many works that Mo Zhen has impressed, including the four movements of Fang Zhao’s "One Hundred Years of Death". To this end, Mo Zhen also specifically searched for Fang Xun's personal information and other works. They are all very good works. However, Mo Zhen is only looking for the elements of the century. When he listens to the "100 Years of Death", his brain is also the most active.

As the chief judge, Mo Zhen came back and overturned the manuscript information, and did not find the party to submit the manuscript. He also deliberately went to check it again. Just the second day of the information check, he saw the party in the concert hall. A bit familiar, stop and ask.

Now I heard that Fang Zhao finally submitted the manuscript. Mo Zhen put the tea aside, took the paper bag, unpacked it, and took out the manuscript inside.

People like them do not need other auxiliary equipment, and they can form the main body of the work in the mind of the music manuscript.

I haven't seen the two lines yet, and Mo Yan frowned. The other hand that was placed on the lap was lifted up and swung, like a conductor, but the amplitude was much smaller.

The four assistants saw that Mo Yan's brow wrinkles so tightly that he thought that Mo Zhen would not like to hand over the works, but look at it, it is not like dissatisfaction. If you are really dissatisfied, Mo Zhen will not drop the manuscript directly. Now, with the experience of being with Mo Zhen for so long, Mo Zhen should be quite invested.

Is this satisfied or not?

The four assistants put light movements to avoid making noises interfere with Mr. Mo.

Mo Zhen sat there and read the manuscript page by page.

Look again and again.

again.

......

After repeating this five times, the brow not only did not stretch, but the wrinkles became tighter.

The attention was separated from the manuscript. Mo Yan looked at the name of the composer written on the manuscript. He did not believe it: "Is it called by myself? Is there anyone coming with him?"

"No, only he is alone." The assistant in charge of the reception returned.

Mo Zhen took a deep breath, like asking someone, and asked himself: "Is this really written by himself?"

Mo Zhen recalled that the face of the party in the brain is already very vague, but one thing he can be sure of is that the age of Fang Zhao is not great!

When he called the age, he wrote it?