Philadelphia, one of the oldest cities in the United States, carries centuries of historical weight, but... Ronan couldn't really describe what the city looked like.
Because all the way there, Ronan's mind was focused entirely on the upcoming recording studio work. He hadn't paid any attention to the scenery outside the window, hadn't even taken a close look at the streets or buildings he was passing, before his feet once again stepped into the indoor space under the eaves.
The last time he was in a recording studio... it felt like a lifetime ago – literally, that's true, but more importantly, it was true on a spiritual level as well. First, he lost his hearing, and then his vision started to deteriorate. His whole world gradually began to blur.
Ronan really couldn't remember the last time he was in a recording studio or what happened. Was it... five years ago or six years ago? He just remembered that before preparing for their second album, before they even had a chance to enter the studio, he lost his hearing and never had the opportunity to return. Everything was forcibly put on hold.
Then, his memories became mixed with "Ronan Cooper's" memories. He vaguely remembered that it should have been four or five years ago when the One Day King band finished recording their first album in a Los Angeles studio. Then began a long and arduous waiting process, but the second opportunity never came.
All the fragmented memories were completely jumbled up, two sets of recollections overlapping unevenly. All the bitterness and loneliness, the unwillingness and nostalgia, surged up in one go.
His footsteps entered the recording studio, and a strange but familiar feeling crept up from the soles of his feet, causing goosebumps to break out all over.
Excitement!
An uncontrollable excitement surged up his spine, reaching his head, making his scalp tingle. It felt like he could hear all the cells in his body dancing, screaming, and cheering like little Minions, "Banana, oh oh... Banana! Banana banana banana..." He didn't have time to savor his feelings, just greedily scanned everything in front of him.
Sequencers, mixing consoles, samplers, sound sources, speakers, synthesizers, effect processors, metronomes, and so on – the expensive and professional equipment made it impossible to look away. The guitars, bass, drums, keyboards, cello, clarinet, recording microphones, recording headphones, and other equipment were all professional, all enveloped in a milky yellow halo, as wonderful as a chocolate candy house in a fairy tale.
They weren't brand new; you could even clearly feel the traces left by time. But those mottled, deep and shallow imprints recorded the melodies that once surged in this space and the soul hidden behind the notes. These cold machines were given life by the notes and melodies, and then they played the rhythm of life, flowing gurglingly in the air.
Although, with the full development of technology, now you only need a computer and a sound card, and anyone can complete music recording at home. Online cover singers and underground independent singers are springing up everywhere, making life more convenient and accessible.
However, no one can deny that truly professional recording studios are still irreplaceable. They combine the latest computer equipment with traditional vintage gear, providing professional and meticulous comprehensive services to ensure the recording of the most perfect music. This is still a wonderful space for music to be born.
Unconsciously, Ronan's movements became lighter. Gently, he used his right hand to approach the equipment in the air, feeling the lines and aura of each piece. A long-lost joy and happiness vibrated in his chest like thousands of butterflies flapping their wings simultaneously, so much so that his fingertips began to tremble slightly.
Even though it was his first visit to this unfamiliar recording studio, that overwhelming sense of familiarity still firmly gripped his heart, almost making it hard to breathe.
It wasn't just Ronan; the other band members felt the same way. It had been too long since they were last in a recording studio, like a lifetime ago. Stumbling and bumping along, carrying their scars, they had returned to such a space, and their state of mind had undergone too many changes.
Then, a smile curled up at the corner of Ronan's mouth. His eyes brightened as he looked at the recording booth in front of him. "Alright, ready to work?"
There was no time for sentimental thoughts; it was time to party! Even Ronan himself didn't realize that his tone had risen by a full note. Without any extra movements, you could still feel the suppressed excitement in his voice, as he rubbed his hands together, ready to work.
Moreover, time was indeed precious. Every second spent in this space was burning money – real money!
In fact, truly professional recording studio work not only requires a producer to be present, but also a professional recording engineer. Only in this way can the most correct track be found and the most perfect work be recorded – top producers and recording engineers are even rarer and absolutely highly sought after.
Of course, they are also incredibly expensive, even to the point of being impossible to hire even if you have the money.
Obviously, the One Day King band had neither the money nor the time.
So, today they hadn't hired a professional recording engineer. As for how to actually complete the recording, the band members hadn't had time to discuss it yet.
Whether it was Ronan in his previous life or the One Day King band in this life, they both had recording engineers the first time they entered a recording studio. So, even though Maxim and Ollie had always been responsible for the band's songwriting and production, their understanding of recording work was very limited.
So, today the band members needed to complete the recording work themselves, confirm the recording results themselves, and make adjustments according to the "producer's" desired effect. It became particularly important who would take on this task, which was equivalent to the heavy responsibility of arranging and producing, all on their own shoulders.
Ronan's first reaction was to look at Maxim. No matter what, Maxim was still the best in terms of music theory, so maybe he was the most suitable.
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Cliff's gaze was also lingering on Maxim, looking at Ronan and Ollie with slight hesitation.
Maxim was also a little hesitant. He really wanted to step forward and take on this responsibility. It was a matter of his pride and his confidence. He still believed in his creative abilities, but his thoughts had changed somewhat in the past few months, which made his words linger on his tongue, ultimately preventing him from saying them as confidently as before.
Then, Maxim looked towards Ollie, asking for his opinion.
Ollie didn't hesitate at all. He looked at Ronan with a smile, only to find that everyone else was looking at him strangely. He was the first to speak, saying with confusion:
"Shouldn't it be Ronan? Ronan has been supervising all our practice and performances these past few months, and besides, 'Chasing the Light' was originally Ronan's creation. He's the most suitable producer. Is there any doubt about that?"
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