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MTL - Cāi Cāi-Chapter 44 Act 6 "Little Prince" ⑥
Act 6 The Little Prince 6
Eleven candidates sat in the lounge, each with a number on their chest. The numbers were randomly selected before entering the field. Each auditioner walked into the recording studio to audition in turn, and left the other door directly after the audition.
Tan Yiming's luck was not good, and he finished 11th.
Xiao Qing was a little bit better than him and ranked 10th.
Seeing that there were fewer people in the waiting room, it was inevitable that some of them who were left behind would be restless.
"Why is the rainstorm company stricter than Dixney?" Xiao Qing whispered. "I was so nervous last time, I was waiting for my wife to have a baby outside the operating room."
The chat next to him was very calm. He practiced his vocal exercises and relaxed his vocal cords and throat.
Xiao Qing glanced at him side by side and suddenly said, "Aren't you from a scientific school?"
"... It really isn't." Tan Yiming had nothing to hide, but did not expect to be discovered so soon, "obvious?"
"It's quite obvious." Xiao Qing said, "You have a good talent, but you lack systematic exercises. I guess you followed the online tutorials to teach yourself?"
"Ok."
Xiao Qing didn't know where to find a small card and stuffed it into Tan Yiming's palm.
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Xiao Qing said: "It's a fate when we meet, who is my brother and who? I'll give you a special price and wipe out those eight dollars!"
Tan Yiming: "..."
Xiao Qing was happy at him.
This is Xiao Qing's strategy to suppress opponents from the ground up. The specific method is to use ridicule, and to be ridiculous, with no dirty words, and caring about juniors with an old-ager attitude.
But Tan Yiming didn't even frown.
He took a pen from his pocket, turned the little card over, and wrote:
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Then he threw the card back into Xiao Qing's hand.
Xiao Qing: "..."
Tan Yiming thought about it and took the card back. The pen was added with the US knife symbol before 9999.
Tan Yiming: "Small business, there is no profit, so I will not give you zero."
Xiao Qing: "..."
...
Time passed minute by minute. After a long and short wait, it was Xiao Qing's turn.
The middle-aged man got up, pulled his clothes, straightened the number on his chest, and muttered, "I hope the examiner will not embarrass me."
After all, he took a deep breath, and led by the staff, walked towards the recording studio.
Tan Yiming looked at his confident back, then looked at the number 11 on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.
Is he nervous?
Of course it is nervous.
But more, it's excitement, it's excitement, it's the fighting spirit that comes out of the blood.
Just then, the mobile phone in his pocket shook, and Little Swan's greetings jumped into his eyes.
guess: great **** great god! Is the audition over?
guess: [Little Swan wink] .jpg
Yiming Qingyun: Not yet.
Yiming Qingyun: I'm waiting, and it's my turn next.
guess :! !! !!
Guess: Then I won't bother you! !!
Xiang Gu wanted to disappear immediately.
Yiming Qingyun: It's okay. You can talk with me, but I can relax.
Guess: So ... what are you talking about.
Yiming Qingyun: Chat is chat, no theme is required.
Guess: Yunda, what is your role in auditioning?
Yiming Qingyun: This cannot be revealed ...
guess : [猛 雁 垂泪] .jpg
Guess: Then I really don't know what else to talk about.
Guess: I'm sorry ... I, I, I, and I will not speak as soon as I'm nervous.
Yiming Qingyun: [Laughs] It is my audition, not your audition, what are you nervous about.
Yiming Qingyun: If you have nothing to say, give me a song.
Yiming Qingyun: I haven't heard you sing for a long time.
Somehow, Tan Yiming suddenly missed the singing of Little Swan. He still remembers hearing the boy's voice in the earphones for the first time, clear and firm, with a conviction and surging vitality.
The shy little guy had to push it back. I did not expect that after just a minute, an audio jumped into the dialog box.
Tan Yiming tapped his finger, and the boy's moving voice wandered around him--
"Life is small and fleeting,
Some moths,
Born to fight fire.
Captured by passion,
Fly to the sky,
But attached to the soil underfoot.
Life is small and fleeting,
Like dust in the desert,
Such as burnt out fireworks. "
This is a tune that Tan Yiming has never heard before. Obviously it is sad lyrics, but you can hear the warm colors from it.
Even without the accompaniment, the boy's softly humming lyrics are enough to make memorable.
Tan Yiming asked him what the song was called.
Little Swan said: "This is the song that the pilot sings to the sky in the musical" Little Prince "! It represents his yearning for the sky, even if he burns his life, he will realize his dream.
The little swan said, "Big God, did your name come from‘ Yiming from now on, looking at the blue clouds ’? I have checked that this poem is soaring into the sky, meaning straight to the sky.”
Little Swan said: "I hope you can fly to the sky from here, realize your dreams, and reap the glory you deserve. I don't know who your competitors are, but in my heart, you will always be the most powerful one."
The straightforward praise from the boy's mouth is like a glass of fruit wine with a low degree. First, there is a sweetness on the tip of the tongue. After falling into the belly, it is a little bit up.
Tan Yiming suspected that he had been a little stunned.
"Guess, I promise you." Tan Yiming also replied with his voice, "Since then, Yiming is amazing, Qingyun looks at each other."
...
Fifteen minutes later, the staff came to tell Tan Yiming that the previous candidate had finished the audition, that is to say, only the finale was left in the whole audition session.
Tan Yiming handed over all the electronic equipment that might interfere with the recording, and then opened the door in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the recording studio didn't have a row of examiners, only a serious-looking recording engineer and a recording assistant with a badge.
He asked subconsciously: "Examiner ..."
"There is no examiner." The assistant interrupted him and responded with a single look. "After the recording, all demos will be sent to the audio department for blind selection tonight, and the final result will be made tomorrow morning." He looked at his watch and hurriedly urged. "Hurry up, we have to rush to the restaurant for dinner after work."
Tan Yiming's prepared self-introduction was completely useless.
However, his mental quality is good and he has not been disturbed.
He walked into the studio, and the electric closed door closed slowly behind him, blocking out all noise.
He seemed to be thrown into a vacuum, and even his breathing was infinitely amplified.
Listening to the headphones and recording microphones hung in front of him. He remembered how he walked into the recording studio for the first time, and now he is long gone.
Onair's lightbox lit up-the recording officially started.
...
"Report to the ground command, everything in the cabin is normal. All equipment is operating normally, biological monitoring has been activated ... soon to leave the second quarter rocket."
"Call! Urgent call! Call the ground command, monitoring shows that Mars' atmospheric data is abnormal, and a Martian storm is suspected! Please soon ... Ah!"
...
"I ... finally ... back to earth ..."
...
"Where is my daughter ?! Where is my daughter ?! My wife, my parents, my comrades in arms ... where is my home, can you tell me where my home is ?!"
...
"Take your weapons, only cowards will escape the fight."
...
Tan Yiming's two fingertips were close to the pants, and his whole body was stretched like an iron plate. He stared at the screen in front of him closely, followed the Chinese astronaut on the screen, and read the last line.
In the picture, the image drawn by CG is so lifelike, he looks rough, has resolute edges and corners and a pair of dark eyes.
Who says the "secondary" role is false?
They were born in the writer's document, and formed a skeleton by letters; they became plump in the painter's pen, and began to have fleshy or lean flesh-body; eventually, the voice actors injected souls for them, wept for them, and for them Scream and laugh for them.
Just ten minutes of test sounds, talking about sweating like rain. The voice-over is a complete physical exercise. When I shouted just now, Tan Yiming screamed with all his strength, even the temples on both sides jumped up.
He finished the Chinese and English dubbing with full emotions. When the last syllable was over, he stood stunned in front of the canvas, still immersed in the plot just now and unable to extricate himself.
He didn't know how the dubbing effects of other people were, but he was very satisfied with his performance.
He has reached his limit. He has tried his best to fly high and touch his moon.
He exhaled a deep breath and was about to take off the device, and suddenly a sound came from the headset.
"Wait a minute, No. 11, and there is another question you need to answer." It was still the recording assistant who spoke.
Tan Yiming didn't know that the little man with the assistant badge was the real boss at this audition.
He is an audio designer for the "q" project team. The audio department is a magical place. Sound effects, soundtracks, and dubbing are all covered. Whether it is background sound or trick sound, all the sounds that can be heard in the game come from here.
The audio designer emerged on a whim, and wanted to come to the audition scene of the character's dubbing, without telling the candidates his true identity.
The background of "q" is set in the future, the earth is invaded by alien evil creatures, the civilization history of human beings has been destroyed for thousands of years, and the rapid development of science and technology ... This is a cyberpunk game under the background of wasteland, full of tension.
Five of the six protagonists in the game are transforming people. They piece together and modify parts of their limbs and machinery. Only Wang Qiang from China is an ordinary human (received by the universe).
The audio designer of "q" wants to find such a voice: he has the joy and sorrow of human beings, and he alone bears the loneliness that spans time, and at the same time hopes for the future.
He heard the first ten people's auditions, but there were more or less problems.
Some people have poor English proficiency, and they do n’t understand the lines; some people have too much difference in English and Chinese voices, and they do n’t look like a single person ... Some people are good everywhere, but they still have something worse.
After everyone's audition, he will ask them the same question-"Do you think that after Wang Qiang returned from Mars, he saw that his family on Earth had died, did he regret it?"
This issue is also at the core of game storytellers' discussions.
Wang Qiang drifted alone in the universe for so many years. He died nine lives, accidentally crossed a black hole, and came to a stricken earth a hundred years later. At this time, there were no people left for him to care about.
Has he ever regretted it?
Someone replied, "Don't regret it. He is a soldier and an astronaut. It is great to execute orders to board Mars."
Someone answered, "regret. The person he loves has disappeared into the torrent of time, his home is gone, and his life is meaningless."
Now, the audio designer would like to hear Yi Ming's answer.
According to the comprehensive score of the audition, Tan Yiming's line fits well, and his emotional grasp is in place, at least in the top three. The only drawback is a little less work experience.
Tan Yiming didn't know that his resume had been scanned three times by others, Yan Yanjing. He bowed his head and pondered the problem, and a lyrics suddenly jumped into his mind.
He blurted out, "He doesn't regret it."
"why?"
"Because there are some moths, they were born to fight fire." Tan Yiming's ears seemed to echo the singing of the juvenile.
"...?" The designer was a little surprised. "Explain."
Tan Yiming settled down, almost no need for him to think, the answer was in his mouth: "Before astronaut Wang Qiang was a fighter pilot, his every flight was actually full of danger. I think, He can choose this job, in addition to because he is a soldier, the main thing is that he loves the blue sky and the feeling of flying. When he performs the landing mission on Mars, he definitely understands how dangerous this trip can be. But it is like The moth flutters the fire, even if it knows that the light will kill itself, but every worm can't control it, it will pounce on the light ... I think Wang Qiang's love for flying is like this. "
Tan Yiming continued: "He already made the worst plan, that is, if he sacrifices, his loved ones will bear the pain of losing him. But now the situation is reversed, he is still alive, and his loved ones He left ... so he will never regret flying to Mars, only to regret that he did not see their loved ones before they died. "
"... It's an interesting point."
The audio designer with the assistant's badge was lost in thought, and the pen nib turned flexibly in five fingers.
This game is still under development. Not only has the voice talents not been finalized, but the soundtrack has not been completed. His main job is to compose. He is going to write a character song for each corner, and the answer of the 11th candidate has greatly inspired him.
Originally, he wanted to use the C key to show the calmness and maturity of the astronauts. Now thinking about it, in fact, the exhilarating and ascending f key is also a very good choice ...
Seeing the questioning "little assistant" lost some contemplation, Tan Yiming hurriedly asked, "Can I leave?"
"Let's go, the door is over there, you can go!" The audio designer could not sit still for a long time, he jumped up from his seat, can't wait to rush back to his office now, pull out the staff and write some bars That's good.
Tan Yiming was "blasted" away.
He thought the assistant was really rude.
...
Tan Yiming walked along the corridor. In the atrium, the other ten candidates were gathered together in pairs, exchanging the results of the audition.
After seeing Tan Yiming finally came out, everyone's eyes fell on him at the same time.
However, Tan Yiming's expression was calm, leaving them unable to judge whether his audition result was good or bad.
Tan Yiming casually found a seat, took out his mobile phone, and turned on q-q.
His face was silent, but his fingers flew up on the keyboard.
Yiming Qingyun: Little Swan
Yiming Qingyun: Guess
Yiming Qingyun: ss
Yiming Qingyun: Come out soon, let me thank you.
Guess: ...?
Guess: God, have you finished auditing so soon?
guess: [english shy] .jpg
guess: what duck do you thank me for?
Tan Yiming's mouth was tight-lipped, trying not to expose himself to the slightest pride in front of other competitors.
Yiming Qingyun: Thank you for letting me experience the joy of [talking casually with classmates before entering the college entrance examination. The last big question is actually a chat knowledge point] :)
Guess: ...
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The author has something to say: The story of this episode has been stuck for a long time, and finally it has passed! !! !!
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