One Hundred and Twenty Three Full Dedication

"... Tell me, is this the throat kissed by God?"

Facing Ollie's praise, Ronan's expression was a little stiff, the smile obviously stayed on his lips, he didn't know how to respond, and he always felt a little shy.

Such a stiff and jerky appearance is in stark contrast to the ease of humming softly just now, it is completely like two people.

Ollie laughed happily, but covered his mouth because he was concerned about other passengers around him, and then bumped into Ronan again, "You just need to say thank you. You can accept these compliments calmly, because you deserve it." Then , Ollie went on to say, "Let's record it here first, and wait for the other parts to look at after Washington."

"No, the rehearsal in Washington should be very busy, and I don't know if there is time. In short, let's record it first, and then find time... What's wrong?"

Oli was talking in a low voice, and then he noticed Ronan's paused gaze, noticed something unusual, and couldn't help asking.

Ronan was arrested for a good job - it turned out that he could also accept those compliments calmly, and he didn't need to feel shy or embarrassed because of those compliments. If he performed well, the praise was a matter of course, and there was no need to be flattered; have talent.

"Because you are worth it", such a simple sentence, but Ronan seemed to have waited his whole life, even after Scooter's accident, he got the compliment that Maxim and Ollie could only dream of, Ronan did not Really feel at ease, until now, he began to study ignorantly.

Every ordinary and small individual can find their own shining points. They should learn to embrace their own advantages, instead of completely denying everything about themselves because of their own shortcomings. Human beings are originally individuals with a combination of shortcomings and advantages, and no one is perfect.

I see.

Ronan was slightly distracted, which was a matter of course for Oli, but he needed to explore slowly step by step.

At this moment, when Ollie noticed his distraction, Ronan's expression was slightly embarrassed, but he quickly calmed down, met Ollie's attention, and naturally changed the subject, "No, I was just thinking about other lyrics .”

"Huh?" Oli didn't doubt him, and asked questions following Ronan's words.

Ronan also returned to normal, "I mean, the other lyrics are more lively and sunny, but there is a bit of bitterness in life in them. Maybe we can create a lighter sketch based on these lyrics, Hmm...it's like adagio rock, expressing the sadness and dullness in a self-deprecating way."

Ollie's eyes lit up slightly, and some inspiration immediately appeared in his mind, "Wait a minute."

Oli directly took the ballpoint pen from Ronan, opened a new page of the sketchbook, and quickly recorded the surging inspiration on the white paper.

But this time, Ollie stopped after only writing two sentences, and then showed it to Ronan, "Is that so?"

"Oh he's dominating and I'm falling and I'm letting go because he's gone and he's ignorant. Get out of my head, I need to move on; get out of my head, If I continue like this, I will die."

In just two sentences, it conveys enough meaning; moreover, it has deviated a lot from the style conveyed by the lyrics just now.

The emotions and emotions felt from the words also changed quietly, and the melody flowing in my mind was naturally different.

Ronan nodded slightly in agreement, then took the ballpoint pen, and replaced all the "he" in the lyrics with "you". Ollie read it again, and laughed without holding back, "Ronan, this It suddenly became a love song, you are..."

Lyrics inspired by demons,

It turned out to be a serenade?

Ronan laughed softly, "Why not? Even if we replace the devil with the object we like, we can still feel the deep pain. Of course, the feeling and category of pain are different, and it can be conveyed through music expression." It’s also fun to have different emotions.”

"Get-Out-Of-My-Head... Get-Out-Of-My-Head..." Ollie repeated the words over and over again, but then shook his head, "I There is no way to imagine how it should evolve into a love song." After all, the starting point of creation is different.

"Ah, it's not that kind of sweet love song." Ronan shook his head again and again, "Interpret your own pain in a cheerful way, just like...'dancing alone'."

"Hmm..." After pondering for a moment, Ronan still couldn't find a more suitable expression, and the language description was still weak, because the feeling conveyed by the language and the melody were completely different, so Ronan didn't continue to explain, but It was humming softly, "Da da da da, ta da... ta da..." I used humming to find out the melody's context, and then sang directly:

"Get out of my head...I should move on; get out of my head and keep loving you and I'll die."

"Get the hell out of my head... yeah yeah yeah yeah; get the hell out of my head, I'm going to die if I keep loving you." (Note 1)

Light, brisk, and relaxed, you can even feel the rhythm of the melody jumping at your fingertips, like an elf, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the sadness and bitterness revealed by the collision between the melody and the lyrics, but with a sense of helplessness Helpless, even a short piece of melody hummed with voice can deeply feel that emotion.

"Here, we can divide the arrangement into three levels. The first level is the main melody. The bass is used to complete the recording, and the effect of the bass is fully used to precipitate emotions, creating a thick, sad and bitter atmosphere. Accompanied by some simple drum beats to suppress the emotion and set the tone."

"Then the second level uses organ, snare drum, and classical guitar to complete the recording. It should be as light as possible to avoid stealing the style of the main melody, but it can interpret and convey a relaxed, playful, and self-deprecating effect, making the performance of the entire melody change. Take it easy, that's the main emotion the audience feels."

"The last third level, um, we could use some ethereal electronic sounds, or maybe a white noise... well, it needs to be reconsidered here, but I mean, like sprinkled with some icing, let the melodic layer Further three-dimensional, while increasing the atmosphere of the whole song."

Different from the creation just now, the creation this time is much easier and smoother. With just a few lines of lyrics, the inspiration in his mind flows out continuously. In just a few words, Ronan has already completed the melody, the chord Initial ideas for writing and arranging.

A corresponding picture also appeared in Ollie's mind, and the content that was unimaginable just now became vivid in an instant, and then sparks of inspiration collided like this, "Wait, wait..." Ollie stopped After meeting Ronan, he picked up the ballpoint pen, bowed his head and quickly started to create, flowing freely.

Note 1: Get-Out-Of-My-Head - Lewis-Turner