"Looking around at the bustling crowd, shoulder to shoulder, teardrops become windows reflecting the soul. Like an unsung silent symphony, that wild and magnificent hidden realm, a masterpiece forever out of reach. Because everyone is chasing the light, you know everyone is chasing the light." Ronan's gaze slowly scanned the lyrics on the music stand, not because he didn't remember them—though, of course, such mistakes could happen during recording—but because he needed to study them. He marked the key vocal points for breathing, articulation, pronunciation, pauses, and so on, to deepen his memory.
At the same time, the understanding of the lyrics and the interpretation of emotions also needed attention. The entire recorded song should ultimately be an emotional upward spiral and closure. Only in this way would the song be "complete," truly finishing a work of art from its framework to its veins and then to its flesh and blood. This was the focus of the recording.
For singers, live performances emphasize inspiration, singing according to their mood on the day and the atmosphere of the venue. Therefore, each performance might have different effects, with varying levels of quality. In contrast, the recording studio emphasizes sculpting. Based on the producer's most perfect version in their mind, they slowly refine the details, repeatedly recording until they achieve the producer's best version, ensuring consistent quality.
Therefore, details are crucial, and perfection is the ultimate goal.
As the lyricist and composer of "Chasing the Light," Ronan also completed the arrangement and was serving as the producer today. He had an outline of the perfect version in his mind, and now he needed to complete the fine-tuning through recording and presentation, meticulously polishing and sculpting the final effect he envisioned.
"Okay, I'm ready."
Ronan was still a little nervous, but it wasn't the same kind of nervousness as going on stage. It was more of a pressure stemming from his strict self-demands and pursuit of perfection. Simply put, he was making things difficult for himself. Returning to the recording studio after many years, he hoped he could give his all to the recording.
The smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared again. Ronan once again entered a state of complete focus and self-forgetfulness. Despite the nervousness, he was able to completely relax. The contradictory emotions of "nervousness vs. relaxation" harmoniously merged into one, finding a wonderful balance.
Maxim could keenly sense the subtle change in that aura. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ollie, only to see Ollie's eyes full of anticipation. This slightly eased Maxim's tension. He pressed the button and spoke into the microphone, "We'll start when you're ready."
The melody began.
It was the freshly produced instrumental version that the band had spent ten hours recording today, combined with the rough demo track Ronan had previously recorded on his computer. This became Ronan's "wet" vocal track, the majestic yet ethereal sound of surging waves floating throughout the recording studio.
Open your ears! A flash of brilliance!
At this moment, the band members could finally truly calm down and relax, listening to the melody with their hearts. A completely different feeling instantly grabbed their attention. The details Ronan had continuously polished during the recording process keenly caught their ears. Even though they had played it hundreds or thousands of times that afternoon and were already tired of it, they could still feel the emotions conveyed by the melody. That familiarity, on the contrary, had a special touch.
"Looking around at the bustling crowd, shoulder to shoulder..." A clear and moving voice began to narrate, like a pair of slender hands drawing open the vast and magnificent night sky, peeking into a secluded and quiet无人之地 (uninhabited place). A magnificent and lengthy scroll slowly unfolded before their eyes, "...teardrops become windows reflecting the soul... window."
The articulation was lively and cleverly matched the accents of the melody. Even though there were no gaps between the syllables, they could still feel the joy and liveliness of the notes dancing on the tip of the tongue. It was as if they could see countless fireflies scattered like stars in the depths of a cave, their flickering light slowly opening up their hearts, making them忍不住 (couldn't help but) lean forward, trying to explore the mysterious world behind the "teardrop window."
"Like an unsung silent symphony, that wild and magnificent hidden realm, a masterpiece forever out of reach..." Flowing smoothly and in one breath, the clear voice intertwined with the coldness and grandeur of the strings, stacking up power. It was as if they could see all the fireflies flocking towards them, the rolling airwaves blowing against the fine hairs on their skin, the dazzling yet gentle halo rushing towards their eyes.
Slowly, just like that, slowly falling—
Falling into a world woven by Ronan's singing, as if truly entering that hidden realm for an adventure. Unheard-of sights opened their eyes, and they felt the roaring baptism of emotions with astonishment, their entire minds becoming clear and joyful. It was a wonderful experience beyond words.
Breath.
Ronan's soft breath was like a butterfly lightly landing on their shoulders. The shimmering wings made the listeners present involuntarily hold their breath, their eyes wide as they watched the butterfly flutter its wings. The wonder of nature was magnified in their pupils.
The melody sank, and Ronan's singing landed accurately on Ollie's drumbeats, "Because everyone is chasing the light..." Each syllable was slightly, just slightly, drawn out, the emotions intertwined between the syllables completely融入 (integrated) into the melody, dragging out long tails.
Like the fluorescent powder scattered by fireflies along the way, it landed in every corner, unnoticed at first. But when they came back to their senses, they could realize that the whole world had become dazzling, yet they had no idea when it all happened.
"...you know, everyone is chasing..."
Each articulation contained a story, each syllable hid an emotion, just like that, putting wings on the soul. A gentle breeze blew, and they could soar in the wind without any effort. Stars and clouds, the sea and forests, plains and cliffs, unfolded grandly before their eyes, allowing them to roam freely in the world of melody.
"...the light..."
Even though they couldn't hear singing during the extended rests, they could still feel the continuous flow of emotion in the breathing. Then, perfectly matching the drumbeats, the singing began again crisply and neatly. The sound of large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate resonated amidst the roar of the strings, causing uncontrollable surges in their hearts.
Completely immersed!
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Effortlessly, yet vividly and wonderfully.
From articulation to pronunciation, from breathing to pauses, from rhythm to meter, even in the blank spaces without lyrics, they could clearly feel the surge and intensity of emotions. Everything was the result of meticulous sculpting, yet they couldn't feel any trace of carving or embellishment. It was completely natural, and every word and phrase effortlessly pulled each listener's mind into that hidden and mysterious world.
Just a short verse, yet it held a hundred turns of thought.
This was a natural-born singing voice.
(End of this chapter)