Chapter 65: Tension and Excitent in lody
To be honest, Lin Tian himself had no experience with concerts.
Adding up his experiences from two lifetis, he still hadn't been to one.
And the reason was simple.
Expensive—they were truly expensive.
In smaller third- and fourth-tier cities, concerts were already few and far between, but let's set that aside for now.
In first-tier cities, ticket prices for a single concert could reach astronomical levels.
Take symphony concerts, for example—tickets ranged from 200 to 1,000 yuan.
Opera performances? Those could climb as high as 2,000 yuan.
Even chamber music concerts, which were relatively cheaper, still cost between 100 and 500 yuan.
And if you wanted a decent seat, the price usually leaned closer to the higher end of that range.
If it was a performance by a renowned orchestra, you'd have to think about it in terms of celebrity concert tickets—steep, to say the least.
The event Gan Yanyu was preparing for was a solo recital. These kinds of concerts, where moderately famous musicians were invited to perform in rotation, were by no ans cheap either.
Compared to movie tickets at thirty or forty yuan, murder mystery gas at sixty or seventy yuan, foot massages at two hundred yuan, or even karaoke lounges at eight hundred yuan, the value proposition of a two-thousand-yuan concert just didn't stack up. It was hardly the kind of entertainnt young people would prioritize.
No wonder concerts always felt like they ca with a high barrier to entry.
Since Gan Yanyu had said her nerves stemd from not performing on stage for too long, the solution seed straightforward.
"Let's go to a concert," Lin Tian suggested. "Experience the atmosphere live. Who knows? You might get your groove back right away."
Gan Yanyu paused thoughtfully at this suggestion.
"But… tickets aren't exactly cheap, are they?" she hesitated.
Lin Tian waved off her concern. "Don't worry about it. We've still got plenty left over from that fan's donation. Let's consider it a little relaxation."
By "fan's donation," Lin Tian ant the ten thousand yuan he'd received earlier from the system.
Their daily expenses weren't extravagant—taking a taxi was about as luxurious as their lifestyle got.
"…"
Gan Yanyu fell silent again, lost in thought.
Lin Tian didn't rush her. He assud she was weighing the cost against whether familiarizing herself with the venue would actually help her regain her confidence.
But in reality…
Gan Yanyu's thoughts were entirely elsewhere.
Going to a concert with her partner—did that cross so kind of line?
Her mind was a jumble.
It wasn't like practicing, training, or sharing als together. This felt decidedly more like an outing—a recreational activity.
And honestly, it felt suspiciously close to a date.
If attending a concert together counted as crossing a boundary, then what did that make all those monts during the day when Lin Tian held her?
Was that just friendship taking its natural course?
This question was complicated.
But since Lin Tian hadn't brought it up, Gan Yanyu decided not to dwell on it either.
"It's just a concert," she reasoned with herself. "Besides, it's for my own good—to help get back into form."
"All right," she finally agreed. "Let's go."
"Great." Lin Tian smiled.
—---
Ti was getting late, and now that Gan Yanyu seed fine, Lin Tian gathered the dishes and prepared to head ho.
Just as he was about to leave, though, Gan Yanyu glanced at her phone and quickly beckoned him back.
"Wait a second—I've got a few more things to discuss."
"Oh?"
"I applied to the organizers, and they've approved you accompanying on stage. So, they'll need to confirm so details with you regarding the performance."
"What kind of details?"
Gan Yanyu twirled a strand of hair around her finger while glancing at her phone. "Do you have any specific requirents for the equipnt? Microphones, monitor speakers, instrunt models?"
"Nope."
"Any special requests for sound adjustnts?"
"As long as the tuning is accurate, I'm good."
"Do you need a technical rehearsal? If so, what ti works for you?"
"You decide—it's fine with ."
Lin Tian wasn't particularly well-versed in these technical aspects. "Honestly, I'm just the accompanist. Unlike you professional musicians, I don't have many demands."
All Lin Tian had to do was play the piano on stage, whereas Gan Yanyu had much more to consider.
"There's one last thing—the most important part," Gan Yanyu added, raising her hand emphatically.
"By Monday, we need to submit the repertoire."
She spoke softly. "At least three pieces."
"…"
This reminded Lin Tian of sothing crucial.
Aside from Marriage of Love, he only had two completed compositions: Greeting of Love and Can-Can.
Of course, it wasn't mandatory to perform original works at a concert—most perforrs didn't. But Lin Tian felt that if he was going the original route, mixing in soone else's piece would feel odd.
He had assud he'd have plenty of ti to dawdle before the concert deadline.
But with the submission due in two days?
He'd need to start composing imdiately.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Gan Yanyu asked cautiously.
To her, Lin Tian was a flawless composer.
In less than two weeks, he had already produced three exceptionally high-quality pieces. And Can-Can, which wasn't even that old yet—no matter how talented a composer was, pushing him this hard felt unfair.
She didn't want her concert to place such imnse pressure on Lin Tian.
She knew how difficult composing could be.
"No problem," Lin Tian assured her.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Gan Yanyu said, concern evident in her voice.
Lin Tian thought for a mont. He didn't want to co across as boastful in front of Gan Yanyu, so he adopted a serious tone.
"To be honest, the reason I compose so quickly is that whenever I get inspired, I jot down musical ideas in a notebook. When it's ti to write a piece, I simply pick one of those ideas and expand on it. Since I've already brainstord them beforehand, the actual writing process goes smoothly."
"That's incredible," Gan Yanyu murmured in awe.
"How many ideas do you have saved up?"
"A hundred or so," Lin Tian replied modestly.
Gan Yanyu's eyes widened.
That was an enormous catalog of potential compositions!
If Lin Tian turned all those ideas into music, wouldn't he beco one of the greatest composers of their ti?
"Well, enough of that," Lin Tian chuckled. "I'll finish writing the pieces tomorrow and call you over to record them."
Speaking of which, the instrunts ordered by the advertising company were arriving tomorrow as well.
With that, Lin Tian bid Gan Yanyu goodnight and headed ho.
Once there, he sat down at his desk and powered up his computer. As soon as he did, the system interface popped up.
[Producer Task Issued—
Objective: Compose a piece of music, release it as a duet video with your partner, and receive 500,000 likes along with 50,000 units of "tension and excitent" from the audience.
Deadline: 7 days
Reward: Stamina Recovery Capsule x1
Stamina Recovery Capsule: Restores the producer's stamina to its state two hours prior.]
Tension and excitent?
The mont Lin Tian read the task requirents, his head started spinning.
Though the emotional quota was only half of what it had been for "happiness," happiness was a straightforward emotion. People typically experienced it naturally while browsing videos or listening to music.
But evoking tension and excitent through music alone? That was another challenge entirely.
This wasn't like narrating a suspenseful movie scene.
Who got tense just watching a random video?
He couldn't exactly flash a jump-scare image midway through the performance—that would probably get the video flagged and taken down.
After pondering for a bit, Lin Tian considered a piece that perfectly embodied tension.
An idea surfaced in his mind almost instantly.
He grabbed his notebook and scribbled down the title—
Mozart's Symphony No. 40.
Most people knew this piece thanks to its association with a Chinese pop song from his past life, Don't Want to Grow Up.
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