Discovered Identity

"Song Ziyin? The celebrity mentor?" Tang Miaoyi felt slightly puzzled. "It's doable, but I wonder what private matters would I have to discuss with the celebrity team coach?"

It wasn't a big deal if she wanted to get in touch. After all, Song Ziyin was one of the head celebrity trainers of "Street Dance of China," while Miaoyi was the program's chief producer.

However... although Miaoyi had a brief encounter with Song Ziyin in real life before, it was only in her personal capacity. After all, if Zhang Yuan could contact her, it meant that Song Ziyin wanted to get in contact with TMY.

Miaoyi had never had any contact with Song Ziyin as TMY before.

Wait a minute...

"Recording studio!" Miaoyi suddenly froze.

At that moment, Miaoyi remembered the previous encounter in the recording studio. Coupled with what Zhang Yuan said, she suddenly recalled something. They had recorded "Closer" in the studio, right? And "Closer" had already been released on various platforms a while ago.

Did she make some connection?

Or perhaps she was recognized? It wasn't entirely impossible.

After all, at the time in the recording studio, Song Ziyin had listened to the part An Qiuying recorded. If they connected it with the release of "Closer," it wasn't difficult to guess.

"What did you say, TMY?" Zhang Yuan couldn't clearly hear what Miaoyi said just now and asked in a confused tone.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was thinking about something else... If she wants to get in touch, she can give me a call," Miaoyi regained her senses, gently tucking her hair back as she gave a simple response, not rejecting Zhang Yuan's suggestion.

As for whether she had been recognized, she didn't dwell on it too much. If she was recognized, so be it.

After all, it wasn't someone from the outside or a fan who recognized her. Miaoyi believed Song Ziyin wouldn't disclose TMY's true identity to the public. It would just be a typical interaction within the industry.

"Okay, then. Thank you, TMY," Zhang Yuan quickly said, with a few practiced pleasantries. "Regarding the video, we will send you a contract. Once you sign it, you can send it back. Our production team will handle all the expenses and issues related to the shoot. However, we need to give it a title."

Tang Miaoyi's eyes wandered, and she couldn't help but admire, "Impressive! Tianyou truly lives up to its reputation, being so generous."

"Not at all. It's a matter of mutual benefit. It's truly a win-win situation. Well... I won't disturb you any longer, Sensei. Have a pleasant day!" Zhang Yuan smoothly uttered a couple of rehearsed phrases before ending the call.

Left alone, Miaoyi casually glanced at the contact list and the authorization agreement sent by Zhang Yuan through the messaging app.

After confirming everything was in order, Miaoyi finally set aside her phone.

Tianyou's sincerity in this agreement was evident. To secure the ultimate promotion for the show "Street Dance of China," they generously took care of every aspect, including production, filming, funding, personnel, and more. As the original artist, all Miaoyi had to do was comfortably wait for the new video to go online.

It could be said that it was quite effortless.

However...

"Seems like I shouldn't prioritize one over the other. I can't just forget about 'Closer' after focusing on 'Solo Dance,'" Miaoyi pondered, considering 'Closer.' "What if I shoot the music video for 'Closer' myself?"

The idea of filming it stood out prominently, firmly taking root in Miaoyi's mind. It was necessary to bring up the schedule as well.

Although 'Closer' didn't have the same boost from the show as 'Solo Dance' did, thanks to its exceptional song quality and the impact of Future Bass, the fact that its popularity was still greater showcased the quality of the song.

Since the release of 'Closer,' even the most experienced producers returned to their textbooks and notepads, eager to learn this new style. People had already started exploring and defining this brand-new style.

Although it was impossible for anyone to master Future Bass in such a short period, the emergence of similar styles was only a matter of time. After all, the constant positive reviews and praises from listeners and fans ensured this style would not fade away.

Some producers had gone too far, creating things like 'pseudo-Future Bass' and using the name Future Bass to deceive others. They rearranged certain parts of 'Closer' or changed the drum patterns and bass lines to something simpler. They would give it a Chinese title, such as 'Explosive Future Bass with Amazing Female Vocals.'

These individuals were unstoppable, and their actions provoked complaints from true electronic music fans. They could only respond with terms like 'primitive' or 'plagiarism.'

The reason these people could successfully attract fans was simply because of the extraordinary and electrifying auditory effect of Future Bass. It was undeniably captivating.

It was an inevitable situation.

Afterward, Miaoyi brainstormed and fleshed out her ideas for her music video. Feeling tired, she shut down her computer and lay on the bed, munching on a bag of potato chips while watching a movie on her phone.

It was a heavenly enjoyment like no other.

During this time, the little white fox, Da Mian, clumsily dashed into Miaoyi's room once but quickly ran out again, presumably searching for its owner, An Qiuying.

Finally, as the credits rolled after finishing a movie, Miaoyi's phone rang, indicating an incoming call.

It was another unknown number, but the area code it displayed was from Shanghai.

"Hello, who is this?" Miaoyi picked up her phone from the lazy bracket and answered the call.

"Hello, may I ask if this is the producer TMY?" a soft and melodic female voice came through the other end, resonating quite strongly... almost comparable to professional broadcasters on radio stations.

Upon hearing this voice, Miaoyi instinctively had one thought: this was a professional. Someone who trained their voice to the point of perfection that every producer would fight tooth and nail over.

"Yes... it's me," Miaoyi replied directly, without denying it because the voice on the other end felt somewhat familiar, likely the same person she had met in the recording studio and on the show, Song Ziying.

She was her senior sister in the industry, and Miaoyi's most memorable impression of her was in some spectacular places that she couldn't forget...

Compared to herself, Miaoyi didn't know why, but suddenly she felt embarrassed.

What the hell is wrong with me? What kind of mindset is this?

Miaoyi quickly shook her head. She was a celebrity too! Just not a public one yet.

Managing to reign in her racing thoughts, Miaoyi returned to the conversation.

"I'm glad I finally got in touch with you. I called you once before, but you didn't answer. So, hello, Miss TMY... or should I say Miss Miaoyi? Let's get reacquainted. I'm Song Ziyin."

"Indeed, so you did recognize me from back then?" After all, they had previously been in contact, so Miaoyi didn't find anything unfamiliar.

"Yeah, I never expected the beautiful girl I saw that day to be the newest rising star producer who's been making waves recently. It's also a kind of fate, to be honest. 'Closer' was recorded in my studio, and it's a great song. I really like it," Song Ziyin exclaimed, showing a hint of excitement. Her rapid speech made it difficult for Miaoyi to keep up.

After going on for a while, Song Ziyin took a moment to catch her breath, reaching a point where she needed to pause.

Miaoyi finally found an opportunity to interrupt and said what she had been wanting to say, "I never expected you to be one of the captains on 'Street Dance.'"

When they watched the show, she and An Qiuying were shocked.

"Did you really never hear about me before?" Song Ziyin seemed a bit disappointed when this was mentioned.

"No, I guess it's my own fault. I haven't paid as much attention to the industry as I should..." Ultimately this situation was her fault, so Miaoyi felt she had to take responsibility. So, instead of lying to save face, she answered honestly, "No, I haven't."

"Well then..."

Song Ziyin could only respond helplessly, changing the subject, "Anyway, this could be fate. Do you have any free time recently, Miss Miaoyi? Do you play games? If you do, we could meet offline and have fun at an internet cafe. It'll be awesome."

"You, a celebrity, going to an internet cafe..." Miaoyi didn't know what to say for a moment. Song Ziyin's current image completely differed from what Miaoyi had seen on the live show. That version of Song Ziyin gave the feeling of a seasoned professional, but this one seemed too... relaxed?

It felt completely out of place, giving Miaoyi the illusion that she was communicating with some online troll.

"Haha, who says celebrities can't go to internet cafes and play games... By the way, Miss Miaoyi, with how powerful you are as of late, do you have your own private studio yet?"

"A private studio?" Miaoyi suddenly froze, her eyes filled with confusion.