"Whatever. Let them do what they want!" Meng Tianye said impatiently. "The production team's definitely going to eliminate me next round anyway. I've had enough. This lousy show just isn't suited to a rock singer like me."
"There's no such thing as an unsuitable stage, only an artist who hasn't found the right positioning," Cheng Lang said patiently. "Even if this is your last performance, don't you want to give the audience something that blows them away?"
Meng Tianye said nothing. Of course he did, but wanting it wasn't enough to make it happen.
"Forget it. Let's not think about that!" Meng Tianye sighed and changed the subject himself. "Let's talk about the song I wrote for the milk tea shop instead. What do you think?"
"It's pretty good. The melody's great, very catchy. The guitar solo at the climax of the chorus really grabs you, especially. But I'd like the arrangement to be a little livelier and fresher. That would fit our Forest Style Milk Tea theme better," Cheng Lang said. "I'd like to add some white noise during production. It could go in the intro-the sound of wind rustling leaves, waves crashing against rocks, or raindrops hitting a window. But it can't overshadow the music, and it can't run too long. A woodland vibe, you know?"
"I want a fresh, natural kind of romance, nothing forced. But the moment people hear this song, they should think of our Forest Style Milk Tea. Of sunshine and youth, of even rainy days feeling bright and sunny. Our milk tea shop should immediately appear in their minds."
"It needs to create an atmosphere. Ideally, it should have a little ethereal quality, too, but nothing too affected."
Meng Tianye found a sheet of paper and wrote down Cheng Lang's requirements one by