Daily entertainment uses love to generate electricity

After being very serious about helping my sister supervise the studio for three hours, Takuki returned to the recording studio next door under the urging of Insimsui of Sakai and started preparing his new album.

Unlike a single or two songs, since the album can have many songs, the selection range is much larger. Since learning the basic lyrics and composition skills, Taku Takagi has not personally completed any work that can be called a masterpiece.

This time on the new album, he is planning to use at least one or two songs that he really created. With the energy points he has obtained now, he does not need to consider the consumption of points to exchange for some famous songs, so Takuki puts the more difficult self-creation for him.

After finding a piece of musical paper in front of him, Takuki closed the door and tried hard to calm his mood, he picked up the guitar and began his first composing in the true sense.

After really starting to compose the song by himself, Takuki found that unlike the previous ones who directly exchanged the songs or digging out the memorable songs from his mind, it was really difficult to compose the songs by himself. There is no established melody in his mind, and he has to think about each syllable for a long time. Although he has mastered the preliminary syllable matching skills, when he really applies it to reality, he still scratched his ears and had no idea how to start.

However, Takuro Takagi, the more difficult things the man was, the more he wanted to accomplish. This afternoon, he was spent in the recording studio, and Sakai Izumizu also came to ask him for dinner, but Takuro Takagi, who was completely selfless, refused his sister's invitation for the first time.

His boyfriend was focused on creation, and it was difficult for Sakai Izumi to continue disturbing him. He walked over and put the musical paper ball that he had thrown all over the floor into the garbage basket. Sakai Izumi looked at Takuki Taku's serious expression for a while, and then walked out of the room without attracting his attention.

Taku Takagi, after thinking hard for a long time, wasted countless sheets of musical paper, he finally made a rough look. He tried to play it completely with a guitar. Fortunately, it was much better than the songs like "You Are Too Beautiful" in his previous life. At least, there is a tune that is quite impressive.

"If you polish it well, it might be used as an album song." Takuki thought with a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and put the score in his close pocket. He raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall. Before he knew it, it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening.

Time flies a lot faster when he is focused. Takuki sighed and cleaned up the room. He first cleaned up the room that was covered with waste paper and then cleaned it once. Finally, he checked the power supply of the room and confirmed that it had been completely turned off. He put on his coat and picked up his backpack and walked out of the recording studio.

The lights in Sakai Izumi Water Recording Studio were out, but Takuki knew that she was not leaving. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and he walked to the door of the lounge. Sure enough, Sakai Izumi Water was drinking a bottle of Suntory canned coffee in small sips while holding a notebook and holding a bottle of Suntory canned coffee. There were two empty bottles left on the table beside her. Obviously, she had been waiting here for a long time.

"Have my sister's recording task been completed?" Taku Takagi walked over and picked up the bottle of coffee she hadn't finished yet and took a sip of it himself. To be honest, this thing is actually not very delicious.

"No, it's just that Sang Shimada has something to do today, so he left a little earlier." Sakai Izumi shook his head, not caring about his actions of drinking the coffee he had drunk.

What Takuki didn't know was that in recent times, there were only a few days when Sakai Izumizu ended the recording at this time. In order to accompany him to take the driver's license exam, she sacrificed a lot of her rest time.

"Is that so? Sorry, I've asked my sister to wait for a long time." Takuki said with a smile, "Then let's go too."

"Yes." Sakai Izumi nodded obediently, closed the notebook and put it in her bag, and then naturally handed his hand to his hand, allowing him to lead himself out of the recording studio.

When he returned to the apartment, it was already past 1 o'clock in the evening. Takuro Takagi washed up and prepared to rest, but unexpectedly received a call from Aso Kaita. So his plan to record in the studio with his sister during this period was disrupted again.

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In Minato, a two-story building adjacent to Roppongi, Aoki Katsuo was nostalgic at everything in front of him. The editorial office, editorial department, proofreading department, publishing department, distribution department, and public relations department. He looked at the signs on the door of the room and stopped in front of each door for a long time, imagining the scene where it was prosperous more than two years ago.

Aoki Publishing House is the property left to him by his father. Although this publishing house with only one two-story building was at its peak, its main business was to help others publish agreements, and the magazine he actually published only had an unknown comic bimonthly, no matter what, this was a publishing house founded by his father.

Since childhood, Katsuo Aoki has grown up in this magazine. In his heart, this is his second home.

Originally, before my father left, the publisher was preparing to publish his first weekly magazine, but his father's death and the sudden burst of the bubble economy not only made this weekly magazine, which had not yet been published in its first issue, but even the publisher itself could not continue to operate.

Thinking of this, Katsuo Aoki smiled bitterly again. Unexpectedly, after just over two years of taking over, he had tortured the publishing house left by his father into this. He was really an unfilial son.

After touching the publishing house sign that was as smooth as new by him, Aoki Katsuo walked to his familiar desk, took a deep breath and called: "Asoo, I agree to your bid."

After saying this, without waiting for the phone to react, Aoki Katsuo sat on the chair like a deflated ball, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly.

Did he really sell his father's efforts over the years? But what could he do? His father applied for a loan from the bank to publish a new weekly magazine, but now the weekly magazine has not been issued, but the bank has to recover funds because of tightening the money. In addition, the original comic magazine may not have new serialized works for a long time, and the publishing house has encountered a bottleneck again in the publication of the agreement. The publisher has indeed reached a point where there is no way out.

Even though the publishing house has contacts with several bookstores and can list his own books, what's the use of no one reading it? The loan is still not paid, and even the members' salaries have been owed for a long time. This time, he finally made up his mind to transfer the publishing house.

Now, there is only one wish in his heart, that is, not to let the name of his father publishing house never appear on the cover of any book again.