Kapitel 146: Mail King
"However, there's one single this time that you won't be able to participate in."
With a tinge of remorse, Miaoyi continued, addressing Qiuying, "For this release, I'm planning to collaborate with a male singer. One of the new singles has a melody that's more suited for a male voice... I'm sorry, Yingying."
"Collaborating with a male singer? That's intriguing. I've never heard you team up with a male vocalist before..." Qiuying's reaction was quite mild – nothing out of the ordinary.
After all, which producer consistently stuck with just one singer? Different songs naturally call for different voices. There was no cause for concern.
On the contrary, the mere mention of a 'male singer' amplified Qiuying's anticipation for Miaoyi's new single, because until now, Miaoyi's vocals were exclusively either herself or a female vocalist. What would it be like for Miaoyi to collaborate with a male singer? The curiosity was real.
However...
"By the way, where do you intend to find a male singer at this point?" A question occurred to Qiuying, who furrowed her brow. "Just finding a singer is difficult, plus Ultra is a week away... Have you already identified some candidates who can jump in on such short notice?"
True, that's the elephant in the room!
With only a handful of days until the commencement of the electronic music festival, pulling off multiple singles within such a time span seemed near impossible. And the kicker was that the vocalists hadn't been nailed down yet. Singers, mind you, are professionals who need contracting. Not everyone boasts a singer like Qiuying who can be summoned at will, like Miaoyi does.
Innumerable aspiring producers wrestle with the challenge of scouting an ideal vocalist, only to wind up empty-handed. Such tales are commonplace.
While Miaoyi might not fret over such quandaries now, time's not exactly her friend. More time on hand would be a different tale, but as things stand? The Ultra event is a mere seven days away.
Negotiating singer fees, hashing out roles and planning – these are time-consuming affairs...
To this, Miaoyi shook her head and straightforwardly stated, "I haven't zeroed in on any targets. I'm a complete newbie to the singer scene. I'm unfamiliar with anyone."
Qiuying: "..."
"Well, that's not a problem," Miaoyi quipped, her smile unperturbed. "Remember, I'm not alone in this. Just within the main East Records branch, I refuse to believe we can't find an apt male singer. And I'm a celebrated DJ. If word gets out that I'm recording a new single, you bet vocalists will line up to join forces."
"Then you can start looking around tomorrow." It was the best suggestion Qiuying could muster, along with querying, "By the way, you've mentioned the new singles being linked to that triangular symbol—care to share what this little mouse head stands for?"
"Hmm? The mouse head?" Miaoyi flashed an inexplicable smile, though this time, she didn't elaborate. "Can't reveal that just yet. You'll have to wait and witness in the coming days. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait."
"Well, if that's the game... what are we dilly-dallying for? Let's dive into production." Miaoyi drew in a deep breath, steeling her gaze, a sparkle in her eyes. Her phone emerged from her pocket, poised for contact.
While she might display a hint of laziness now and then, Miaoyi was someone who, once the strategy was outlined, would instantly swing into action.
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The following day rolled in swiftly, accompanied by the gradual ascent of the sun.
This day, however, found the imperial capital shrouded in a distinctively muted light compared to the previous day's brilliance. A misty gray veil draped the air, provoking laments about the fickle weather—it clearly wasn't a promising day.
At the Yuwei Hotel, on the third floor, inside the lavish double room shared by Miaoyi and Qiuying.
"There's quite a bit of smog today..." As she began her morning routine, Qiuying, toothbrush in mouth, glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows and murmured upon seeing the hazy view outside.
"Huh?" Just emerged from the bathroom, Miaoyi, who had been in good spirits, briefly froze at the mention of smog.
In the ensuing moment, her face seemed to sag: "Smog right now? Really? I've got to head to East Records HQ later to finalize a vocalist."
Qiuying: "So, are you going?"
"....What do you think?" Miaoyi gave her lip a half-hearted tug, clearly perturbed: "I'd rather not, but do you think I have a choice?"
Undoubtedly, Miaoyi wasn't thrilled—nobody relishes the chore of dealing with smog. Yet, before she could muster herself, a ringing phone on her bedside punctured the silence, accompanied by the familiar thrum of vibration.
"Who's ringing at this ungodly hour?" Miaoyi grumbled with a hint of puzzlement. Regardless, she retrieved her phone, checked the caller ID, and found an unfamiliar number. After a moment's thought, she answered, "Hello, who's this?"
"Hello, is this... Miss Miaoyi?" A young voice filtered through, "This is Fengshun Express. We've got a package for you. I'm in the hotel lobby, but I can't access the higher floors without a keycard. Could you come down and fetch it? It's somewhat heavy..."
"A package?" Miaoyi's eyes lit up at the purpose of the call: "Sure, I'll be right down."
"Great, thank you so much..." A note of gratitude preceded the call's end.
"Yingying."
Post-call, Miaoyi set her phone aside, glancing at Qiuying who had just finished brushing her teeth. Waving her hand to grab Qiuying's attention, she said, "Change your clothes and come with me to pick something up."
"Picking something up? What something?" Seated at the vanity, Qiuying ran her comb through her hair while asking.
Miaoyi: "Equipment!"
Further clarification was unnecessary – if it was a package, it had to be her equipment that had arrived. Without equipment, how could she produce a new single? Miaoyi had even left her computer behind in the capital.
These pieces of equipment were sent by Yun Jie after Miaoyi's call to him yesterday. The delivery speed was commendable; it had arrived swiftly.
Upon receiving the call, Miaoyi gave Qiuying a rapid rundown before swiftly changing her clothes. After fixing her hair, she and Qiuying set off to retrieve the equipment.
The packages were sizable, demanding two pairs of hands.
Upon reaching the hotel lobby, Miaoyi spotted a delivery personnel sporting a cap. He sat on a sofa, exuding an air of annoyance as he surveyed his surroundings.
Beside him rested four or five bulky boxes. Even the smallest stood around thirty centimetres tall, while the tallest breached a meter – the impression was that they were quite weighty...
"Hi there, I apologize for the wait. I'm Miaoyi, here to collect the package."
Directly approaching, Miaoyi extended her apologies in a genial tone, feeling genuinely sorry for his wait.
Initially, the delivery personnel sported a displeased expression, but the instant he looked up and registered Miaoyi and Qiuying...
Ever witnessed ice meet boiling water?
"You, you, you, you... TMY?" The delivery guy unconsciously pointed at Miaoyi with an extended hand, incredulity splashed across his face.
Even more flabbergasted, Miaoyi drew closer to the delivery guy and took in his appearance. In her shock, words slipped out before she could catch herself, "What the heck? Why is it you? The Rex? Why are you delivering packages?"
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