Chapter 264: Debut is the peak
“I’ll go! What a fairy song, I love it!”
“My friend forwarded it, and after listening to it, I started playing the song on repeat...”
“Long time no see I have never encountered such music. I was as young as you at that time.” We once embraced...
We kept missing each other, and in the end, we didn’t even finish watching a movie. We promised to hold hands, but in the end we were walking in a hurry..."
"Simple melody and simple lyrics, but Go straight to the depths of your heart.
The combination of lyrics and music, the twist and charm, always evokes memories of the past.
The single loops, and the sense of time and space dislocation always lingers in the mind, making people imagine another time and space at that time.
But what will our lives be like in another time and space?
When will the misplaced time and space cease to be misaligned?
At the next intersection, can we come together, in the same time and space..."
"Uh... I am listening to a song, why are you guys listening to stories? "
"This seems to be a newcomer, is it the author's first song? Who is Duan Xiaoxian? But it doesn’t matter, I just want to know who the big boss is, Mr. Mengchang? ”
“……”
At 10 o'clock in the evening, Duan Xian looked at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes a little dull.
There is a "Peak Popularity List" on the music platform, and No. 11 on the "Daily List" above is written "Dislocated Time and Space"...
No. 2 on the new song list, No. 1 on the soaring list one.
Three minutes later, the data was refreshed again, and "Dislocated Time and Space" ranked No. 10 on the daily list.
It’s fake...
Am I dreaming?
At this time, Duan Xian felt as if he was riding a roller coaster. He was extremely excited for a while, and then felt that this world was too unreal.
Of course he thought that this song might become a small hit, but he never expected that this song would actually enter the top ten of the popularity list...
With more than 500,000 trial views, 60,000+ likes and 1,000+ retweets.
For a new song that was released less than 24 hours ago and the singer is a pure vegetarian, this kind of data can only explain one problem...
This song... is a hit!
Even acne marks and neck scarves have begun to have related videos and repost recommendations for this song one after another. It is only a matter of time before it becomes popular.
Seeing this result, Duan Xian, who had initially thought of fooling around with his best friend, finally began to believe that maybe Meng Lang's plan to let him enter the entertainment industry was really not a joke?
But at the moment he is more concerned about another issue...
"2843.78..."
Seeing the income data in the background, Duan Xian breathed a little quickly.
The current Internet music platform is quite mature. As long as creators upload original music to the platform, they can obtain profits from trial listening, paid downloads and advertising sharing.
In just one day, the income from this song is already close to half of his monthly salary...
As long as the brain has basic reasoning ability, it can judge that this song will spread completely on the Internet. After that, income will also rise, no less than today.
Duan Xian casually took a calculator next to him.
【Return to zero! Two, eight hundred and sixty-five times three hundred and sixty-five... equals 1,022,000. 】
One...more than one million!
Duan Xian’s eyes almost bulged out!
No amount of traffic or data is as shocking as the real money in front of you.
When it comes to attracting money, the entertainment industry is probably the only one that can beat the financial world...
He doesn’t know the specific income from the songs, but based on conservative daily income estimates, the music platform alone can have an annual income of close to 1 million!
Although this requires considering that popularity cannot always be maintained at its peak, it should be a declining curve.
But no matter how bad things get, you should still have an income of seven to eight hundred thousand a year.
This is without considering additional income from selling copyrights and the like.
Not to mention, a famous song can bring fans, fame and other inexhaustible invisible wealth to the singer...
Calculating it this way, Meng Lang sold himself a song for 1 million. This is not a friendly price, it is simply a floor price, right?
For a while, Duan Xian was touched and felt that the money was hot.
Even if he is a best friend, he will always have millions of dollars thrown at his head. No matter how strong the relationship is, he will feel a lot of pressure.
But if he knew that Meng Lang was preparing to let him have the third kind of contact, I don’t know what he would think...
"Brother! What are you looking at? His face looks like that of a Peking Opera actor. Like, is there a TV series in this calculator?”
A voice in his ear startled Duan Xian, and he almost threw the calculator in his hand.
I turned around and saw Duan Xiaoyi entering the room at some point, holding a fruit plate in his hand.
"Mom asked me to bring you some fruit. I called you several times but you didn't hear me. What are you looking at so lost in thought?"
Duan Xiaoyi put the fruit plate on the table and looked at Duan Xian held the calculator in his hand with a puzzled look on his face.
“1022000? What does it mean?”
It represents an annual salary of one million...
Duan Xian thought to himself, then put down the calculator in his hand, his face a little tangled.
"Xiaoyi, tell me... what if your brother suddenly becomes popular?"
When Duan Xiaoyi heard this question, he looked at his brother with a puzzled expression.
"Are you on fire? Of course you have to calm down the fire. Here, eat some dragon fruit?"
"I'm not saying this is popular, I mean...forget it, come and listen to this."
Duan Xian didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he simply picked up his phone and clicked it twice. After a while, the speaker There was a melodious melody.
[The movie could not fill half the row of the audience, until the lights suddenly turned on when it was over...]
Duan Xiaoyi listened.
“Oh! This song! I listened to it today. It was recommended several times in our music enthusiast group. I listened to it once and it was really good and I specially collected it.
What's the matter? What's wrong with this song? "
"Well...listen to it a few more times and listen carefully. "Duan Xian had a strange expression on his face.
"What, you're so nervous..."
Duan Xiaoyi curled his lips, but still sat down and listened obediently.
【I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown...】
Once, twice...
The first time I heard it, I just thought it sounded good and there was nothing strange about it. But when I heard it the second time, Duan Xiaoyi looked a little confused.
On the third time, she finally couldn't help it and looked at Duan Xian with a strange expression.
"Why do I feel...this voice seems familiar?"
"Hmm! Doesn't it sound familiar to me? You have heard this voice for twenty-four years..." Duan Xian said Twitching the corner of his mouth.
When Duan Xiaoyi heard this, her eyes slowly opened wider and wider, and she pointed her finger at Duan Xian.
"You...you mean..."
"Yes, I sang it."
Duan Xiaoyi: "..."
… …
The next day, Monday, was sunny.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
"Dong Dong!" Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door of 1102.
When Meng Lang opened the door, he saw Duan Xiaoyi, dressed in cowboy clothes and a peaked cap, standing at the door. When Meng Lang opened the door, he poked his head inside the door with a curious look on his face.
"Uh...why are you here?" Looking at Duan Xiaoyi, Meng Lang's mind was a little confused.
"I'm here to get my album. My brother went out with them at eight o'clock. It's been exactly 48 hours now." Duan Xiaoyi pouted and pointed to the watch on his hand.
Uh...
Did you come with a stopwatch?
"Oh, right! Sorry, my mind has been a little confused these past two days, and I almost forgot about this. Please come in, please come in. Please sit down for a while."
Meng Lang said Let him in, and then go to the study to pack up Chaoge's album.
Zero in this analysis has basically been analyzed, and these albums are of little use to him.
Put the album into your handbag and hand it to Duan Xiaoyi, who is still looking around on the sofa.
"Here! Thank you very much this time."
"It's okay. If you get Chaoge's signature another day, just remember to contact me again!"
"Uh..."
Are you a fan of scalpers and are you addicted?
"Yes, I will give it to you." Meng Lang said politely.
"Well...you live in such a big house alone?"
Duan Xiaoyi looked like he was not in a hurry to leave, and pointed at the suite.
"Uh..."
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
This is indeed a bit strange. It is not only strange for a single man to live in such a large suite alone, but also quite wasteful.
But how can I explain it?
They say that this house has free water and electricity, and you have never paid the rent. Is it mainly because you have a good relationship with the landlord?
I always feel that it will cause some bad associations...
But before Meng Lang spoke, Duan Xiaoyi nodded to herself.
"I understand! Creation must require a quiet environment, right?"
"Uh..."
"That song "Dislocated Time and Space" was really written by you?"
“emm……”
Meng Lang finally understood why this guy was so curious today.
He nodded helplessly.
"This...that's right."
"Hey! Do you have any other works?"
"Huh? What?"
"I mean, what do you think of my voice? I'm also good at singing, much better than my brother!"
"You also want to be a singer? Aren't you a professional player?" Meng Lang looked weird. .
"Professional players can also have side jobs!
What's more, if I become a singer, maybe I can perform on the same stage as Chao Ge! Hehe!" Duan Xiaoyi laughed.
After doing this for a long time, it turned out that I wanted to get close to Chaoge.
Do your game fans know that you are such a careless star-chaser...
But this idea actually coincides with my own?
It’s just that one regards Chao Ge as his idol, and the other regards Chao Ge as his mortal enemy.
This magical journey leads to the same destination...
“I’m sorry, this song is the first and the last one.”
"Ah? What do you mean?"
Meng Lang sighed.
I just wrote a song and it saved my life.
Others dedicate themselves to art, but I really dedicate myself to art!
If I keep writing this, the brothers may not just scream.
I'm afraid that the entire "Brother's Lives Matter" movement will directly rebel...
He spread his hands helplessly.
"It means...I have sealed the writing."
Duan Xiaoyi: "..."
Sealing the writing? !
You're kidding me!
Is there any song writer who just writes a song and then closes it?
The key point is that it became popular!
What do you think of those people who have written a hundred and eighty songs but have not become popular?
Seeing Duan Xiaoyi's face, Meng Lang sighed.
What can I do?
Brother, this fate means that it can only reach its peak when it debuts...(End of Chapter)