Chapter 90

"Take it easy, what's wrong with the music?" Lin Zai Shan asked Huang Ying calmly.

"The sound engineer's player plugin can't be used, so our song can't be played!" Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Huang Ying's face was full of frustration.

"Wasn't it working yesterday? Why can't it be played today?" Bai Ge was puzzled. Last night, when Huang Ying was rehearsing, she had come to the small auditorium to watch.

"I don't know what happened. The sound engineer said that after upgrading the player, the plugin can't be used anymore, and our lossless format music can't be played."

To improve the sound quality, Lin Zai Shan had made "An Unforgettable Day" for Huang Ying and saved it in a lossless format similar to APE, which not all players can play. Some software requires a plugin to play. The sound engineer had upgraded the player, and the plugin no longer worked.

Huang Ying continued, "The sound engineer is converting our song from lossless format to MP3 format, but it's so slow! It will take 40 minutes to convert! By then, the sand painting club's special performance will be over!"

Lin Zai Shan was speechless, "Your sound engineer's computer is older than mine, it takes 40 minutes to convert a song?"

"Dad, stop making fun of it. Do you have a low-quality version of the song on your computer?"

"I only burned the lossless format CD and deleted all the backups on my computer."

"What should we do?" Huang Ying was very frustrated.

Sun Yuzhen comforted her gently, "Don't worry, there must be a way."

"We have 20 minutes left before the three major figures of our club perform. If my music can't be played by then, I'll lose this opportunity."

"Can't you move your performance to the end?" Lin Zai Shan asked.

"Of course not! I don't have the strength to be the finale!"

Sun Yuzhen thought for a moment and asked, "The problem is that the music can't be played, right?"

"Yes."

"Can you perform live? Let Uncle Lin sing live later, wouldn't that be fine?"

Lin Zai Shan laughed, "Your idea is good, but the problem is there are no instruments! We need to move and tune the instruments, which would take even more time."

"No! Dad! There are instruments on site!" Bai Ge suddenly became very excited.

Huang Ying, hearing this, also became very excited, "The Big Buddha Band will be accompanying the three major figures live. Their instruments are already on site and tuned!"

"Big Buddha Band?" Lin Zai Shan was surprised, hearing the name for the first time. What a grand name!

Bai Ge explained, "This is one of the most popular bands in our school, formed by a senior from the music department who specializes in drums."

"Uncle Lin, can you perform live? If you can, I'll go talk to our club president right away and borrow the Big Buddha Band's instruments."

"I can definitely sing. The challenge is the long guitar solo. Dove, can you still play it?" When recording the song, Bai Ge played the lead guitar, which was very flavorful. But that was several days ago, and Lin Zai Shan was worried Bai Ge might have forgotten the sheet music.

Bai Ge was very confident, "I can play it! I've memorized the sheet music! I just don't know if Li He and Bi Yonggang can play the drums and bass."

"The drums and bass for this song are very simple. Especially the drums, Bi Yonggang plays very solidly, so there's no problem. As long as Li He doesn't mess up, the bass will be fine."

"Oh, right! There's no black pipe!" Bai Ge suddenly remembered that Lin Zai Shan played a black pipe during the interlude, which added a lot to the song.

When the black pipe played, the sand under Huang Ying's hands became very romantic and melancholic. Without the black pipe, the song and sand painting would lose a lot of their charm.

"I'll go home and get the black pipe. I'll try to be back in about ten minutes." To record the song, Lin Zai Shan had specially bought a mid-range ebony black pipe for 800 yuan, which would be useful in the future.

"Go quickly, Dad!"

"I know." Making a running gesture, Lin Zai Shan joked, "I'll jog all the way back."

"Uncle Lin, thank you so much!" Huang Ying was very grateful to Lin Zai Shan.

"No problem." Lin Zai Shan waved his hand casually and said to Sun Yuzhen, "You go in with them and watch the performance."

"No, I'll go with you. When we get home, I'll get the bike, and we'll ride back. That will save time."

"Okay, let's go." Lin Zai Shan turned and walked away, and Sun Yuzhen quickly followed.

Bai Ge and Huang Ying went into the auditorium.

The problem was half solved, and Huang Ying felt much more at ease. She couldn't help but ask Bai Ge, "Dove, who is that girl? Is she Uncle Lin's girlfriend?"

"No, she's my senior. She graduated from the Media Department of Dongyi University and is now a neighbor of my dad."

"She's really beautiful."

"Hey, at this critical moment, are you still thinking about how beautiful she is? Go talk to your club president about the live performance! I'll go call the guys from the Believers Band and meet you backstage."

"Okay! Thanks, Dove."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

As soon as they entered the auditorium, Bai Ge and Huang Ying split up.

The auditorium was filled with a romantic and warm piano background.

On the giant screen in front of the stage, a student was performing a dynamic sand painting, the theme being "Mother's Hands," depicting how a mother raises her child, which was very touching.

Bai Ge walked and watched, reminiscing about her childhood when her mother raised her alone, feeling a bit emotional.

"Bang!"

She collided with a boy in the aisle.

Her train of thought was abruptly pulled back to the present.

Bai Ge's forehead hit the boy's chin.

"Ouch—ouch!"

Bai Ge held her forehead, wincing in pain. Looking up, she saw it was Zhang Hao, the big idiot!

Inheriting her father's genes, Bai Ge's bones were super hard. Zhang Hao's chin felt like it had been hit by a hammer, and his teeth almost loosened!

Just as he was about to curse, he saw it was Bai Ge in the yellow light reflected from the screen. He was speechless, rubbing his chin and complaining, "Why don't you watch where you're going! Is your head made of meat or stone? It's so hard! It hurts so much!"

"Bro, are you a man or a woman? Crying over a little pain? I haven't even complained yet, and you're already complaining!"

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet! To blow my nose!"

"Did you get snot on my forehead?" Bai Ge hurriedly wiped her forehead.

"I wish I could! You knocked it all back into me! Damn, I swallowed it all."

"Get lost! You're disgusting!"

Seeing Bai Ge's disgust, Zhang Hao smiled and asked, "Where's your master? Why isn't he with you?"

"My dad went home to get the black pipe. The sound engineer can't play the song we made for Huang Ying, 'An Unforgettable Day,' so we might have to perform live. I'm going to call Old Bi and the others to the backstage to prepare."

"You mean—your master will sing live?"

"Yes."

"Wow, awesome! The people here to watch the sand painting are in for a treat!"

"Aren't you going to the toilet? Why are you following me?"

"I'm not going anymore. You knocked my snot back into me. I'll go with you to the backstage to prepare!"

Bai Ge was so disgusted she wanted to hit him.

On the other side, Huang Ying went to the backstage to find the president of the sand painting club, Wen Shasha, and the members of the Big Buddha Band to discuss borrowing their instruments for the live performance.

The leader of the Big Buddha Band, Xue Zhong, was 22 years old, a fourth-year student in the Popular Music Singing Department, and a very talented singer with a deep and powerful voice and a unique appearance.

He was naturally bald, but he formed the Big Buddha Band not because of his baldness but because of his love for Buddhist culture.

Their band often incorporated Buddhist concepts into their music, sometimes even combining Buddhist music with rock music, which was very unique and full of spiritual and Zen meaning.

This band was one of the highest-level student bands at Dongyi University and a strong contender for the champion of the orchestra competition at this art festival.

The three major figures of the sand painting club—President Wen Shasha, Vice President Lang Bin, and core member Yuan Yue—were going to perform a trio of sand paintings as the finale, which they had collaborated with the Big Buddha Band to create, and it was very impressive.

The performances of other club members were accompanied by pre-recorded music, but the three major figures used live accompaniment and singing, interacting with the live band to perform the sand paintings.

This made the sand paintings more engaging and emotionally connected to the music, but it also increased the difficulty, requiring the sand painters to have a high level of control and skill. Non-major figures generally did not choose this method of performance.

Huang Ying had no other choice but to challenge herself with a live-accompanied sand painting performance.

After hearing Huang Ying's request, President Wen Shasha was hesitant and asked, "Are you sure you can perform with live accompaniment? If there's a problem with the accompaniment, can you handle it and bring the performance back on track?"

"I... I don't know."

Vice President Lang Bin, a short, handsome boy with black-rimmed glasses, advised Huang Ying, "Sister, I know you've been practicing hard, but you don't have to perform at this art festival. This isn't a competition; it's an opportunity to showcase the culture and charm of our sand painting club and to recruit new members. If the performance goes wrong, it will damage the reputation of our club."

Yuan Yue nodded in agreement. Although she sympathized with Huang Ying, she also thought that if there was a problem, it would be better to withdraw to avoid a bigger issue.

If it were her own preparation, and she hadn't asked Lin Zai Shan, Bai Ge, and others for help, Huang Ying wouldn't have been too troubled. But since she had asked many people for help, she felt she would be letting them down if she withdrew.

"President, I really want to try. I've practiced this piece for a long time, and I believe I can complete it well. I hope you can give me this opportunity."

"I'm not saying I won't give you the opportunity. We all know how hard you've been practicing. If there were no problems with the music, we would certainly want you to perform and showcase the charm of our sand painting club. But..."

Before Wen Shasha could finish, Huang Ying said, "The live accompaniment won't have any problems. The Believers Band is very skilled. I was there when they recorded the song, and their skills are enough to handle a live performance."

The bassist of the Big Buddha Band, Ma Nan, suddenly interjected, "What band is going to accompany you? The Believers?"

"Yes, the Believers."

"Are the guys in that band from the Art Design Department?" Ma Nan asked.

"Yes, yes, they are!"

"Are you kidding? That band is terrible!" Ma Nan laughed with disdain.

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