Chapter Eight: Shooting a Music Video Is So Simple—Why Don’t We Make a Movie Instead?

A few days later, the music video for "Rose Boy" was completed. After editing it to match the song’s length, the producer, director, and cinematographer gathered to review it together. They all felt it was decent and decided to finalize this version. Soon after, Zhang Qianjun uploaded the video to his accounts on various music and video platforms.

Having spent several days shooting the MV, the young team had grown somewhat familiar with each other. However, many expressed doubts about Zhang Qianjun’s decision not to sign with a record company, and to release the video without any promotion—they felt it wouldn’t yield much result.

But Zhang Qianjun had his own reasoning. Maybe it wouldn’t be effective now, but once he made a name for himself in film, these songs and videos would pay back in full. Then, with proper marketing, invitations for commercial performances would surely flood in.

After wrapping up the MV shoot, Zhang Qianjun suggested a wrap party. The four of them headed to a hotpot restaurant near their school to celebrate.

Seated together, Zhang Qianjun raised his glass and said, “Thank you all for your help. With our combined effort, we’ve created such a wonderful piece, fulfilling my dream of first stepping in front of the camera.

“Chang, I still remember when I posted for help on the forum, met with indifference from most, but you responded warmly, helping me bring my work to the public so quickly. I’m especially grateful you introduced me to Qiming and Kai.

“Qiming, at our first meeting, we hit it off immediately. Without your help recruiting dancers from the Beijing Dance Academy, this wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

“Kai, the moment I met you, I knew you were a man of action. After working with you, it’s clear your skills are exquisite—every beam of light you cast has illuminated my path.

“Thank you all. This MV shoot was just our first trial. I believe that as long as we work together and keep refining our craft, we will make even better work and have bright futures ahead. I’ll drink to that!” With that, Zhang Qianjun finished his beer in one gulp.

The room filled only with the bubbling sounds of the hotpot broth. The three crew members exchanged glances, and finally, Liu Chang broke the silence.

“Qianjun, didn’t you pay us to shoot this MV?”

“Yes, you got the dancers from Beijing Dance Academy because you gave me 1,500 yuan to find them,” Han Qiming added.

“My lighting wasn’t that great, you’re making it sound like a life-changing thing. Honestly, Qianjun, you’re acting a bit strange—you might as well just say you want to enjoy good food and drinks…”

“But since you’re treating, do as you please,” said Li Kai as he picked up some meat.

Zhang Qianjun felt slightly awkward. Why did his standard toast with its usual structure—address, memory, gratitude, and wishes—sound so awkward coming from his own mouth? Oh well, better just eat.

After a few plates of beef and a dozen beers, the atmosphere warmed up. Zhang Qianjun turned to Liu Chang and asked, “Chang, aside from the graduation play, are you working on any other projects?”

Liu Chang swallowed a piece of meat and replied casually, “What projects? Usually, I just use connections to work as an assistant director on other crews. If I can’t get that, I do script supervision, equipment management, props—anything. A fresh graduate directing is just a dream. Having any work at all is lucky. If I had my own project, would I be here shooting your MV?”

“Alright, after dinner, come to my place. I have a script I want us to discuss together.”

“Planning to shoot a short film?”

“Bigger than a short film.”

After finishing their meal, the four went to Zhang Qianjun’s place. Lighting technician Li Kai, a bit chubby, immediately joked, “You say you’re not a rich second-generation, but this place must cost at least 4,000 yuan a month. Living alone here, isn’t that a waste? There are so many pretty girls in the acting department—you should make a move early while they’re young and less picky. Once they start filming, chasing them won’t be so easy.”

“I never chase anyone. It’s always been others chasing me,” Zhang Qianjun replied with a teasing bubbly tone.

“Come on, speak normally. There’s not a single female here. What are you pretending?”

The three sat side by side on the couch. Zhang Qianjun took a large bottle of Pepsi from the fridge and poured for everyone, then went to his bedroom to fetch a small notebook.

“This is a script I recently wrote. I’d like your artistic critique.”

Liu Chang took the script, flipped through two pages, and started criticizing.

“Qianjun, this isn’t really a script. It’s more like a story outline. Compared to a proper script, it lacks a lot of description.”

Then photographer Han Qiming chimed in, “There’s a heavy Japanese influence here. Have you ever seen a petty thug fight where a passing girl has to kiss the guy under attack? That’s a typical Japanese drama cliché.”

“Male and female leads forced into a kiss at first meeting? That’s ‘Confession,’ isn’t it? A new movie this year—Qianjun’s pretty trendy,” said Li Kai, the ordinary-looking, chubby lighting guy.

Liu Chang continued, “And the line about ‘One day, we’ll walk shoulder to shoulder openly on the street’—that’s from ‘Into the White Night.’”

Han Qiming agreed, “‘Into the White Night.’ The original line is, ‘One day, we’ll walk hand in hand under the sunshine.’”

Li Kai added, “‘You protect the world, I protect you’ is from ‘Ultimate Weapon Girl,’ a 2002 anime.”

Liu Chang clicked his tongue in amazement. “The first half shows the male and female leads coexisting like in ‘Into the White Night’; the second half, a sacrificial love like in ‘The Devotion of Suspect X.’ This is like a Keigo Higashino story for teenagers. They both end up convicted—was this to pass censorship? Are you planning a theatrical release?”

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