69novels Chapter 47 An Encounter in the Elevator
Chapter 47 An Encounter in the Elevator
Jiang Yan felt that some parts were already perfect, but Tiffany took the initiative to ask to do them again, saying that a certain breath she had just taken wasn't natural enough.
Tiffany felt that some parts were already done well, but Jiang Yan asked her to try a slightly different approach. After trying it, Tiffany paused for a moment, and then said that this version was better.
Time flies by in the midst of busy work. At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the last note faded, the recording studio was silent for a full ten seconds.
Tiffany took off her headphones, stared silently at the pop filter for a moment, then turned around, her eyes slightly red.
"Recording is finished."
He spoke those three words, his voice trembling slightly.
Jiang Yan stood up from the mixing console, stretched his stiff shoulders, and then played all the audio tracks from beginning to end.
Three minutes and twenty-nine seconds.
No one speaks.
Kenzie leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and listened to the entire song. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yan with a look that was hard to describe.
She has been making music for twenty years and has mentored many students. Most of the talented ones are arrogant, and most of the hardworking ones are mediocre.
But this twenty-year-old in front of me has ears that can hear everything, the ability to translate a singer’s feelings into technical language, and most importantly, he is willing to put himself in the lowest position.
Jiang Yan made countless subtle adjustments to this recording, all according to the methods she had previously taught her.
He didn't cut corners because of his talent, nor did he skip any necessary procedures because of Tiffany's trust.
He is studying very seriously.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, when Chief Executive Lee Sang-min pushed open the door and entered, the recording studio was making final mixing and fine-tuning.
He stood in front of the monitor speakers and listened to the entire version without saying a word. He simply took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with his sleeve, and then turned to Kenzie, asking, "What do you think?"
"Perfect score." Kenzie's answer was as concise as ever.
Li Shangmin walked up to Jiang Yan, looked him over for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.
"Kid, on Tiffany's album, your name will definitely be listed after Kenzie's in the producer credits."
Jiang Yan was taken aback.
"It's not the composer's name, it's the producer's name." Lee Sang-min pushed up his glasses. "This was a suggestion Kenzie gave me this morning, saying that your name should be added to the producer credits for this album, and I agreed."
Jiang Yan turned to look at Kenzie, who was looking down at her spiral notebook without even raising her head, as if what had just been said had nothing to do with her.
"What are you still standing there for?" Kenzie flipped through a page of her notebook without looking up. "Today is the first day of official recording. There are still at least two weeks of work to go before we finish recording everything. Do you think being credited as a producer is just for show? Don't embarrass me when we record the other non-single tracks."
Jiang Yan bowed deeply: "Yes, thank you, teacher."
Kenzie paused briefly on the paper with his pen, then continued writing.
"Alright, stop getting sentimental. Let's go eat first. We'll work overtime when we get back tonight."
At this moment, Tiffany walked out of the recording studio, her face still bearing the emotions she had just experienced during the recording, but her eyes had regained their usual sparkle.
She walked up to Jiang Yan, put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled. "Xiao Yan, thank you for your hard work."
Jiang Yan was caught off guard by this sudden closeness and, suppressing the urge to take a step back, replied, "Nuna, don't do this. It's what I should do."
"There's no such thing as 'should' or 'shouldn't'." Tiffany withdrew her hand, brushing the hair that had slipped onto her shoulder behind her back. "This album is more than just a solo debut for me. It's an opportunity I've waited nine years for. It's the first time I've refused the company and insisted on using songs I chose myself. If I mess it up, I might never be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life."
She paused, shifting her gaze from Jiang Yan's face to the static waveform on the mixing console.
"So I'm really grateful."
Jiang Yan looked at Tiffany's serious profile, paused for a moment, and then bowed slightly: "Noona, actually I should be thanking you. If you hadn't given me this opportunity, I might still be working on the demo in the convenience store in Yeonnam-dong."
Tiffany turned her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her smiling eyes, which was then replaced by an even wider smile.
"So we're even now?"
"Okay, we're even."
"What do you mean, even? What kind of idol drama are you putting on here?"
Kenzie looked up from her notebook, expressionless, and tucked her pen behind her ear. "Jiang Yan, you go eat now. Tiffany, you stay behind. Also, your voice needs rest. From now on, you're not allowed to talk. You have two non-single tracks to record tomorrow."
Tiffany stuck out her tongue, smiled at Jiang Yan, then walked to the sofa, took out a thermos from her bag, unscrewed the lid, and sipped the warm honey water.
Jiang Yan greeted everyone, took off his monitoring headphones and hung them on the shelf next to the mixing console, picked up his coat and walked out of the recording studio.
As soon as I arrived at the elevator, I heard a "ding" and the elevator door slowly slid open.
Just as Jiang Yan was about to step inside, a woman stepped out of the sedan chair.
She wore a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, almost covering most of her face, a beige long-sleeved top, dark blue skinny jeans, and white sneakers.
She walked out with her head down. As she passed Jiang Yan, she slightly raised her chin, revealing a pair of bright eyes under her hat brim. She nodded to Jiang Yan as a polite greeting.
Jiang Yan subconsciously bowed slightly in return.
As the two brushed past each other, Jiang Yan paused for a moment.
Those eyes, and that clean and refreshing aura, gave him a vague sense of familiarity.
The elevator doors slowly closed behind him. Jiang Yan stepped into the elevator, turned around, and glanced at the figure through the increasingly narrow crack in the doors.
The person had already reached the corner of the corridor, walking at a leisurely pace, and soon disappeared behind the corner.
Jiang Yan withdrew his gaze, and the elevator began to descend.
The elevator "dinged" and arrived at the first floor. Jiang Yan stepped out of the car and immediately saw Liu Zhimin standing next to the front desk.
She carried a large black backpack, held several vocal practice books in her arms, and had her school uniform jacket zipped up to the collar, her wisps of hair on her forehead ruffled by the wind.
"Zhimin-xi?" Jiang Yan walked over and greeted her.
Liu Zhimin turned around upon hearing the voice, and seeing that it was Jiang Yan, her eyes lit up. She quickly hugged the book in her arms tighter and bowed respectfully, saying, "Jiang Yan Oppa!"
"Why are you here at this hour?" Jiang Yan glanced at his watch; it was 4:15 PM. "Don't you have school today?"
"The last period this afternoon is a self-study period, so I asked the teacher for leave and came out early." Liu Zhimin scratched her head sheepishly.
Jiang Yan nodded, then, as if remembering something, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. "I remember you were a weekend trainee, why are you here today?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhimin, as if afraid that Jiang Yan would misunderstand that she had lied before, quickly explained, "Yes, I signed a weekend trainee contract before, but after practicing, I found that I still have a lot to work on, so I discussed it with my family and yesterday I supplemented the contract agreement with the company so that I can come to practice on weekday evenings as well."
At this point, she seemed to remember something, and her face turned slightly bitter: "Kang Yeon oppa, Minjung doesn't know about this yet. I want to tell her, but I don't know how to bring it up. I'm afraid she'll misunderstand me."