He was in college, but his songs were at the Grammys.

Wednesday afternoon at 1:55 PM, Recording Studio No. 3, Galaxy Entertainment Building.

The heavy soundproof door was pushed open, and Chen Ming walked in.

There are already people in the recording studio.

Producer Director Li, recording engineer Zhang, and several musicians were gathered around the control panel, discussing the sheet music that had been laid out in hushed tones.

Hearing the noise, the group looked up at the same time.

"Chen Ming is here." Director Li greeted him with a smile, but his eyes held a hint of scrutiny.

He had just seen the arrangement of "Special Person" and, to be fair, it was very well done. The melody and chord progressions were very mature, and it was definitely not a work that was rushed out.

But this was a last-minute recording, and the opponents were a combination like Chiu Hsuan and Lin Pei-kun.

Director Li, like Anya, had some concerns.

"Director Li, Brother Zhang, hello everyone." Chen Ming nodded, put down his backpack, and asked, "Have you all looked at the sheet music?"

"I've looked at it." Brother Zhang pointed to the sheet music on the control panel. "We went through the accompaniment a few times, and it's not a big problem. Now we're mainly looking at your side."

"Okay." Chen Ming walked to the recording area, took out his water bottle from his bag, unscrewed it, and took a sip. "Shall we record the accompaniment first? Or go straight to the vocals?"

Director Li and Brother Zhang exchanged a glance.

The normal procedure is to record the accompaniment first, then the vocals, and finally mix the audio.

But Chen Ming's "one-take" performance when recording "Big City, Small Love" last time gave Brother Zhang a bold idea.

"How about..." Brother Zhang asked tentatively, "you try it out first? We can listen to the overall feel and then make adjustments?"

Chen Ming thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

He walked into the recording area, put on the monitoring headphones, and stood in front of the microphone.

Everything was quiet.

There was only the music in his headphones and the sound of his own breathing.

Then, he began to sing.

"To love someone, perhaps one must be generous."

"If all I want is to be loved"

"There was no dialogue at the end."

"It must be based on our genuine feelings..."

The moment the sound came out, the people on the control panel all looked up at the same time.

It wasn't surprise, but rather a feeling of being instantly captivated by something.

That voice was so unique.

The transitions in the notes are as natural as breathing.

It's as if he's really telling you about love, about giving, about the luck of finding that "special person" in the vast sea of ​​people.

Director Li subconsciously tightened his grip on the pen.

He has been a producer for over a decade, collaborating with countless singers and listening to countless demos.

But there are very few people like Chen Ming who can express emotions so accurately and movingly on their first audition.

What's even more terrifying is that this is a new song.

It's a song he only saw for the first time this afternoon.

Zhang Ge's hand was on the mixing console, his fingers tapping the surface unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the boy singing with his eyes closed in the recording area.

He recalled the scene when he recorded "Big City, Small Love" last week.

It was also a one-take pass, a near-perfect performance.

At the time, he felt that Chen Ming had already sung that song before recording, and must have practiced it many times beforehand.

But now, seeing Chen Ming standing in front of the microphone, eyes closed, completely immersed in the music, Zhang Ge suddenly realized.

This may not be a coincidence.

It is said that he taught Lin Wei many of the singing details of the song "Listen to the Sea" that he sang for her.

This young man's control over his voice, his understanding of music, and his grasp of emotions may have already exceeded the scope that the word "talent" can describe.

Just then, the recording studio door was suddenly pushed open.

Song He rushed in, panting, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He was attending an industry forum in the east of the city that afternoon when he received a call from Anya saying that Chen Ming was going to record a song at the last minute to counter Qiu Xuan, and he couldn't sit still on the spot.

joke!

That's Qiu Xuan! A top-tier songwriter! And Lin Peikun! A first-rate singer!

Chen Ming, a 19-year-old newcomer, has only had one hit song, yet he dares to go head-to-head with such a group?

Song He did not doubt Chen Ming's talent.

He was afraid that young people might act impulsively and make irrational decisions, only to be discouraged and unable to recover.

Chen Ming is a promising talent! It would be such a pity if he were to fail and become a wasted potential.

He had heard and seen too many stories of the tragic fate of Zhong Yong.

So he sped back from the east side of the city, not even waiting for the elevator, and ran straight up the stairs to the fifth floor. When he pushed open the recording studio door, he hadn't even caught his breath yet.

"President Song?" Anya was taken aback when she saw Song He, and quickly went to greet him.

Song He waved his hand, signaling her to be quiet, and glanced at the control panel.

Director Li and Brother Zhang also saw Song He and were about to greet him when Song He quickly walked over and asked in a low voice, "Where's Chen Ming?"

"It's inside," Brother Zhang pointed to the recording area.

Song He looked inside through the soundproof glass.

Chen Ming was standing in front of the microphone with his eyes closed, his ears covered by earphones, clearly unaware of the commotion outside.

The boy's slender back was ramrod straight, and his hand holding the microphone was steady.

Song He frowned, about to say something, when Anya handed him a listening earpiece.

"President Song, listen to this." Anya's voice was very soft, and there was a subtle light in her eyes.

Song He glanced at her, took the headphones, and put them on.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Ming's voice came through the earpiece:

"We are special to each other."

"Desperate and inseparable."

"Extraordinary level of seriousness"

"If I could only love one person for one day..."

Song He was stunned.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed unconsciously the moment he heard the singing.

The anxiety of speeding back from the east of the city, the worries about Chen Ming's "youthful arrogance," and the imaginings of "the tragedy of Zhong Yong" suddenly seemed very distant at this moment.

The music in my headphones was like a warm spring, gently flowing through my heart.

It carries the unique emotions and rhythms of RNB music.

Chen Ming's smooth vocal transitions made every pore on his body feel relaxed.

Song He closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Finished a song.

The recording studio was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Brother Zhang's voice came through the intercom into the recording area: "Chen Ming, you're ready now."

Chen Ming took off his headphones, pushed open the door to the recording area, and walked out.

He paused for a moment when he saw Song He: "President Song?"

Song He then realized what was happening, took off his headphones, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

He had a lot to say.

On calmness, on reflection, on not letting temporary wins or losses cloud one's judgment.

But now, he can't say a single word of those words.

Because Chen Ming just proved with a song that he doesn't need those admonitions.

He admitted that his worries were somewhat unnecessary.

"Chen Ming," Song He spoke, his voice much gentler than usual, "What's the name of this song?"

"Special People," Chen Ming said.

"Special People..." Song He repeated, then smiled, "Good, very good."

He walked to the control panel and looked at Director Li and Brother Zhang: "How was that last run?"

Before Brother Zhang could speak, Director Li spoke first, his tone filled with barely concealed excitement: "President Song, to be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that this song could be sung so well on its first recording."

Generally, recording a song requires several, or even dozens of takes.

But it seems like Chen Ming's version is usable this time.

Brother Zhang pointed to the waveform on the screen: "Look here, the breath control is incredibly steady; here, the handling of the vocal transitions; and here, the progression of emotion—it's flawless."

Brother Zhang nodded in agreement: "Besides, this is just a rehearsal; the actual recording will be even better."

As Song He listened, the smile on his face grew wider and wider.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Ming.

His face didn't show any particular expression; he still had that calm yet scholarly air about him.

But Song He knew that beneath this calm lay a torrent of talent.

"Chen Ming." Song He walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "What did you think of that take just now?"

"It's alright," Chen Ming said, "but there are a few areas that could be better."

"Then let's record it a few more times," Song He said. "No rush, take your time."

Chen Ming nodded and walked back to the recording area.

Song He stepped back to the control panel and watched the boy on the other side of the glass put on his headphones, adjust the microphone, close his eyes, and take a deep breath.

The music started again.

The song flowed again.

Song He leaned against the control panel, arms crossed, listening quietly.

Anya walked to his side and lowered her voice: "Mr. Song, are you no longer worried?"

Song He shook his head and smiled.

"What are you worried about? With a person like this, a song like this, and a voice like this, it's Qiu Xuancai who should be worried."

He paused, looked at Anya, and his gaze sharpened:

"Notify the publicity department that Chen Ming's new single 'Special Person' will be released simultaneously on all platforms at 12 noon on Saturday."

"The promotional copy should be written as..."

Song He thought for a moment, then a meaningful smile appeared on his lips:

"A special you deserves a special song."

Anya's eyes lit up: "Great!"

Immediately afterwards, Song He walked straight out of the recording studio, if he remembered correctly.

Today, Mr. Sun from Starry Sky Entertainment made a sarcastic remark about Qiu Xuan and Lin Peikun when they just announced their new song.

[Sun, General Manager of Xingji Entertainment]: "@Song He, I'm sorry, Lao Song! This top-tier songwriter and A-list singer insisted on releasing a song on Saturday, and I couldn't stop them. It's not that I was deliberately targeting your company. After all, you know that A-list singers and top-tier songwriters have a lot of autonomy, and I can't control them."

Song He smiled slyly upon recalling the news.

"Watch me play the fool and outsmart him!"