RPAGF A little episode during training in Chapter 14
A little episode during training in Chapter 14
Lin Zhe and Zhang Songyu are both seasoned professionals in the industry, highly efficient and with solid skills. As soon as the arrangement was finalized and debugged, they arranged for Xie Anran to enter a professional recording studio to record an extended cassette version of the song, meticulously refining the sound quality and singing style throughout the process.
The recording studio had excellent soundproofing, with floor-to-ceiling glass partitions clearly separating the inside from the outside. Sisi pressed her little face tightly against the glass window, her nose almost touching it, staring intently at Xie Anran, who was recording inside. Her big eyes were filled with curiosity, and deep envy was undisguised in their depths.
Outside the corridor, Zhang Yun and Liu Xiaoli stood side by side, looking at the thin Xie Anran inside the shed. Their expressions were complex and subtle, and their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.
"Ah Yun, I finally understand now." Liu Xiaoli spoke first, her tone full of sincerity and sighs. "Although An Ran has always been physically weak and has a poor foundation, her musical talent is truly a gift from God, so amazing that it's unbelievable."
Zhang Yun's gaze was fixed on her son in the recording studio, her eyes tender yet heartbroken, her tone light but filled with sorrow: "What's the use of talent? I don't ask him to be amazing, I just want him to be healthy and safe."
"Don't overthink it, things will get better gradually," Liu Xiaoli said, putting her arm around Zhang Yun's shoulder with concern and gently comforting her.
The two have been best friends for many years, supporting each other through thick and thin. During Zhang Yun's most difficult days, it was Liu Xiaoli who stayed by her side and supported her. This friendship has long surpassed that of family. Doctors' diagnoses are never absolute, and Xie Anran's future is still unknown. There is always a chance for things to turn around, so they can only comfort each other and grit their teeth and move forward.
Inside the recording studio, Xie Anran was fully immersed in her performance, giving full play to the singing skills she had honed over the past few days, meticulously singing every lyric and every beat. The top-of-the-line recording equipment in the professional studio produced a quality far superior to casual a cappella singing, with a clean and transparent tone, capturing every minute detail clearly, leaving no room for carelessness.
Outside the studio, Lin Zhe and Zhang Songyu also abandoned their relaxed chatter and remained tense throughout, paying close attention to the monitoring equipment with utmost professionalism, meticulously controlling every detail of the performance.
After the initial recording of the song was completed, Zhang Songyu calmly instructed into the microphone: "Anran, the overall performance is very good. In the chorus, you can extend your breath a little more and stabilize the ending note for it to be even more perfect."
Recording songs is a meticulous process. Even seasoned professional singers need to polish a song dozens of times before recording it. This is even more true for young children who have no recording experience. It is common for them to start over and make adjustments.
Xie Anran took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and prepared to sing again. But as soon as she exerted her strength, her vision suddenly went black, her head spun, her body went limp, and she almost fell off the recording chair.
He quickly gripped the handrail to steady himself, his mind filled with confusion and doubt. He wondered to himself: Something's not right. I only sang for a while and didn't expend much energy, so why am I so weak?
Zhang Yun, who was outside the studio, immediately noticed that something was wrong with her son. Her face turned pale instantly, and her heart skipped a beat. Without saying a word, she hurriedly pushed open the recording studio door and rushed inside.
"Anran! How are you? Is anything bothering you?" Zhang Yun rushed to her son's side, reached out to support him, her voice filled with panic and anxiety.
Xie Anran waved her hand gently to ease the dizziness and said softly, "Mom, I'm fine, just a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest."
Zhang Songyu and Lin Zhe exchanged a glance, a hint of helplessness and regret flashing in their eyes. They both understood each other perfectly: this child's physical condition was indeed ridiculously poor.
The group then moved to the studio's lounge. Xie Anran leaned back in her chair, her eyes slightly closed, sipping warm honey water to regain her strength.
Sisi sat obediently beside him, her little face full of worry, her voice soft and sweet, especially considerate: "Anran, Auntie said you're not feeling well, where does it hurt? I'll rub it for you, it'll feel better after I rub it."
"I'm really fine." Xie Anran waved her hand again, feeling helpless and speechless. This body's constitution was really too poor. Singing is physically demanding, but she had only sung for a little over half an hour, yet she was so weak that she almost fainted. It was truly exaggerated.
"Anran, don't be stubborn. You have to tell me where it hurts." Qianqian took Xie Anran's hand and said earnestly in a low voice, "I won't laugh at you, really."
Xie Anran coughed lightly, taken aback by her serious demeanor, and said with a wry smile, "Alright, alright, little darling, stop fooling around. I'm just tired, I'll be fine after a rest."
"Are you really alright?" Sisi was still worried and tilted her head to ask.
"It's really nothing, why would I lie to you?"
"That's good. I won't bother you then. You can rest well." Sisi immediately covered her mouth and sat up obediently, looking sensible and well-behaved.
Xie Anran was amused by her soft little expression, and chuckled as she reached out and gently pinched her chubby little cheeks: "Qianqian, you're so cute."
"I'm the cutest!" Sisi immediately raised her little head, looking confident and extremely proud.
After a break, the song recording took another full day. Xie Anran was exhausted and had to rest twice before the recording was finally completed.
When Xie Anran got home that night, she was sore and exhausted that all she wanted to do was sleep as soon as she hit the bed. She had no energy left.
After watching her son go back to his room to rest, Zhang Yun's expression was uncertain, and she was filled with worries. She quietly pulled Liu Xiaoli to the balcony to get some fresh air and have a heart-to-heart talk.
"Xiaoli, I'm so panicked, I'm really scared." Zhang Yun's voice choked with emotion as she fought back tears, her voice filled with deep helplessness.
"Don't overthink it, don't scare yourself." Liu Xiaoli's heart tightened as well, and she quickly comforted her gently, "It's just that the child is a little weak. Look, Anran is perfectly fine now, nothing's wrong with her."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yun could no longer hold back her tears, which instantly welled up and turned red. "A seven-year-old child, already this tired after singing for just a short while, what will become of him when he grows up?"
"Ah Yun, you can't be so pessimistic." Liu Xiaoli frowned and earnestly advised, "An Ran herself hasn't been discouraged or disheartened, so you, as her mother, can't be the one to collapse first. The more this is the case, the stronger we need to be. I believe An Ran will gradually get better."
She paused, then softened her tone to reassure her: "Looking at the bright side, even if the worst happens, as long as Anran lives happily and carefree every day, that's enough, isn't it?"
Zhang Yun sniffed, took a deep breath to calm herself, and was awakened by her best friend's words. Yes, no one can predict the future. Instead of worrying about the unknown future, it's better to cherish the present and let the child live each day to the fullest.
"Thank you, Xiaoli." Zhang Yun composed herself, a renewed determination rekindling in her eyes. No matter what the future held, she would do everything in her power to ensure Anran grew up safe, sound, and happy.
Liu Xiaoli secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In truth, she wasn't optimistic at all. A seven-year-old child's health was so weak; her future was uncertain. But she couldn't tell the truth. She could only force herself to comfort him. She couldn't very well say, "There's no hope. Just wait to die."
Inside the bedroom, Xie Anran lay on the bed. Although the balcony was a distance away from the room, his hearing was exceptionally good, and he could hear every word his best friend said clearly.
"Having such good hearing isn't always a good thing," Xie Anran sighed to herself, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Beside her, Sisi lay curled up, her small eyes half-closed, her tone lazy and still drowsy: "Anran, I'm hungry."
"Just bear with it, it's not dinner time yet," Xie Anran replied casually.
"Okay." Sisi yawned softly and mumbled, "Then I'll take a nap. Remember to wake me up for dinner."
"Go to sleep." Xie Anran turned to look at the sleeping little girl beside her. A strange sense of déjà vu welled up in her heart. She felt that this face looked particularly familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
He looked away, a question creeping into his mind: Could it be that this little girl will become a household name in the future?