common. Wang Bo didn’t want to talk too much to these music majors, for fear of revealing too much. If the other party wanted to exchange creative ideas and experiences with him, it would not be fun for him, a pure plagiarist.
On the other hand, Xia Ming and Fang You, a team of men and women from the composition department, were quite interested in Wang Bo. Seeing that Wang Bo and others were about to leave, Fang You immediately left Wang Bo’s dormitory phone number and invited him to come if he was free next time he came to Chengdu. When Sichuan Yin comes to play, they will act as his tour guide.
Wang Bo took the contact information handed over by the other party, smiled and nodded in agreement, but did not leave his phone number. He said hello to a few people again, and then left.
On the way to Chunxi Road, naturally, Wang Bo was immediately bombarded by several brothers and sisters, asking him why he played the guitar so well, why he could compose music, how long it took him to write “Meet”, and what Are there any other new songs, and why he didn’t say his real name to those college students just now, but called himself Prince Anla, etc. Wang Bo was shocked when he heard it.
But these questions cannot remain unanswered.
So, Wang Bo had no choice but to make up a story and say that he probably had a talent for music. “Meeting” was also created by chance, and it only took half a day to come up with the lyrics and music. In addition to “Meet”, of course I have also written a few songs, but so far they only have melodies and no lyrics.
As for why he didn’t tell those college students his real name, Wang Bo jokingly said that although he didn’t tell those students his real name, he didn’t tell them a pseudonym either. His own alias or stage name would be fine, right? The name is just a code name anyway.
“Stage name? Yeah, Chairman, do you really plan to take the Conservatory of Music and become a star in the future? You’ve already chosen a stage name now!” After hearing Wang Bo say that he had a stage name, Dong Zhen immediately asked curiously.
“Virgin, haven’t you heard those college students say that the song “Meeting” that the chairman just sang is top-notch in both lyrics and music. How old is the chairman now? He is not even 18 years old. With the guidance of the teacher, he can write songs that make those students in the composition department sigh. If the chairman goes to the music conservatory for a few years to study more theoretical knowledge, he will not become the Beethoven and Mozart of China. ?” said Xue Tao, who was driving in front.
“Taozi, Beethoven, and Mozart are engaged in classical music, but the chairman of the company writes pop songs, okay? Don’t confuse them together.” Li Jing retorted.
“Tch! Isn’t it all music? It’s all about music!” Xue Tao frowned, disapproving.
At this time, Li Junhua, who was sitting next to Wang Bo, also said: “Bobo, I think you can consider taking the Conservatory of Music, but it is definitely not Sichuan Music. Go to the Central Conservatory of