evening.
Apartment, Rust House.
At the desk in the bedroom, Dean slowly drew five parallel lines on the spread A4 paper while flipping through "Basics of Music Theory".
"A talented creator? Are you kidding me? Didn't you just learn a simple musical score in music class? When did you become a master composer again?"
Rust on the sofa muttered desperately,
"It's over now. I patted my chest and promised the band that you are 100% trustworthy... If this happens, they will definitely think that I am a liar... They are worried that I will deceive Britney's feelings... and force them to break up..."
"The imagination is very rich." Dean said without raising his head. "You will know when the finished product comes out. Be careful to be shocked."
Dean couldn't hide this matter. After all, he had to be present in person to sign the contract. He couldn't go through the trouble of finding a ready-made master composer to pretend?
Dean is an out-and-out music industry outsider. My girlfriend who was a vocalist in my previous life hummed European and American hits every day, including the famous songs of the music stars:
Dean was tired of hearing it.
What about Bruce Marno, Taylor Swift, Coldplay, Bon Jovi...
He knows every word and every key of about twenty songs clearly, and there are hundreds of songs that he has listened to repeatedly and remembers a few melodies. It takes a lot of time to slowly recall them, maybe he can recall them, maybe not.
Currently, he is struggling with which song to choose from among the twenty songs?
But it’s only 80 years now, and the audience’s preferences are bound to be different from those 40 years from now.
Songs that were popular in later generations may not necessarily be popular in this era, and may even be completely buried, such as some divine songs with poisonous melodies.
And it shouldn’t be too advanced. Songs that involve a lot of electronic music and advanced technology modifications, such as Bieber’s Despacito, are not mature enough now and may not be perfectly presented, and the audience may not necessarily buy it if they are presented.
Secondly, Dean only plans to copy songs to try and make a pot of gold first. It is not suitable to choose songs that are too famous and influential, such as MJ's Thriller and Bon Jovi's It's My Life, which are world-class rock songs.
Third, according to the requirements of Good Morning, exclude blues, soul, and rap.
Therefore, his choice is to look for various kinds of rock music that have good reputations and characteristics, but have limited influence.
Time passed quietly.
The sun sets, nightlife begins, and the gorgeous neon lights of Las Vegas begin to flash outside the window.
The light through the window hit Dean's concentrated face like a slowly rising rainbow. Scraped manuscripts were crawling around the desk, and his mouth opened and closed, mumbling incessantly.
"Don't cry from Guns N' Roses is not appropriate at this stage..."
"Coldplay's viva la vida? No, how to explain the motivation behind the song..."
"Adam Lambert's version of Mad World? The influence is huge and it's hard to fault."
"Yellow, a bit of psychedelic love, and the concept is in line with my skin color. It can be used as a creative motive. But giving it to Good Morning is like hitting mosquitoes with a cannon!"
"Amazing day, why do I like Coldplay so much? The accompaniment is simple, suitable for good morning, and the popularity is not as good as the previous songs, you can consider..."
"Obstacles?"
"Hey, what are you writing about?"
Rust picked up a piece of white paper next to the desk and drew a staff and a few incomplete notes on it. There was only one word in his eyes - garbage.
"You can understand what I write? You haven't paid attention to music class, have you?" Dean glanced at him sideways, "Go back to the living room and continue practicing uppercuts! I'll check the progress later."
"I hate you!"
After that, in addition to daily study and training, Dean spent all his time in his bedroom, trying to convert the music in his head into score.
During this period, Rust's mother Grace, who rarely saw anyone at night, also came into the house and took a curious look. She gave them fresh fruits and various snacks, as well as an acoustic guitar that Dean desperately needed.
But not overly intrusive.
Lack of care from his father, Rust has always been weak, inferior, and unmanly.
But recently, his back has straightened and he has become more confident. Last week, his face was even bruised from a fight, and he finally looks like a boy born in Alaska.
Grace saw this change in her eyes and felt very happy, and all this was attributed to his only good friend, Dean. She was naturally very satisfied with Dean.
…
On Thursday night and the whole day of free time on Friday, Dean played the guitar, hummed, and composed music and lyrics without sleep or food. His mind was filled with notes, and he finally managed to take out a guitar tab and a staff.
After checking several times to confirm that there are no obvious music theory errors.
He showed a satisfied smile, plucked the guitar strings with his fingers, and played a melody for twenty seconds.
"What kind of song is this? It's different from the messy tune before. It's nice!"
Rust, who was lying on the bed reading a book, jumped up in surprise, and then his expression changed.
"Wait, don't tell me this is a work you wrote in two days?"
Dean shook the still-stained staff at him, and then played the strings.
"You are a musical genius? You wrote a good song so quickly. Could it be that you copied it?"
"Man, you have witnessed my entire creative process from beginning to end. Did I copy Ghost's work?"
Dean spoke with great confidence, and there was no trace of guilt on his shameless face.
"What's the name of that song?"
"Why rush? You will know when the time comes." Dean thought for a while. It was too slow to register the copyright now and it would take a lot of time. He might as well find some ways to protect this original song.
"I'm going to the Vegas post office and mail something!"
"By the way, take the Nikon and help me take some imaging data later."
…
everything's ready.
Sunny Saturday morning.
Dean and Rust set off in their beloved F150, first picked up Britney at her house, and then went to the parking lot outside the gate of Nevada High School together. By chance, the four members of the Morning Band, all dressed casually, got out of a Chevrolet.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, black-rimmed glasses, and holding a briefcase followed behind them.
Slightly chubby, with a round face and small eyes, he has an inexplicable sense of joy.
"Rust, Britney, Dean, this is the band's manager and lawyer, Mr. Robert Wilson. He is responsible for arranging activities for the band and song copyright issues." Liam introduced the middle-aged man grandly After speaking once, the man gave the three of them a friendly smile, but his smile was perfunctory. It was obvious that he was not interested in negotiating with three and a half-year-old teenagers.
The four members of the band kept looking behind the three Deans, as if they were looking for someone, but no one was found, and their expressions darkened.
"Dean, did we have bad luck today?" Kadi sighed with twitching cheeks, "The creative master doesn't want to show his favor?"
"No, no, some of you have misunderstood." Dean slowly glanced at the four disappointed faces and Robert's sad face, and puffed up his chest slightly, "The creator is standing in front of you, and has already brought New song!”
"Wang Defa, you mean you wrote the song yourself?" The fiery Noah realized the fact, with disbelief on his face, and glared at Dean angrily, "A nerd created rock music? Why did you lie to us? ?You’re wasting our time!”
"Desecrating our newly formed friendship!"
Dean's expression remained unchanged, and he shook off the folder in his hand.
"Are you sure you don't want to read the work before drawing any conclusions?"
"I swear..." Rust argued with a stiff neck, "Dean has been staying at my house these two days and used a guitar to complete the song. I've heard it, and it sounds better than most of the garbage played on the radio!"
"What we want is a masterpiece, not a toy for a newcomer to brag about. Have you never heard that Rome was not built in a day, so what masterpiece can be written in just a few days?" Carty covered his face and looked at Dean displeased, "Man , do you deserve Good Morning’s trust?”
Liam's face turned ugly and his eyes were evil.
Britney pursed her lips and turned pale.
The atmosphere at the scene became very tense.
Instead, the agent observed Dean with interest.
At the age of eighteen, he was verbally attacked by his peers, but there was no reaction on his face. There was a calmness beyond his years.
Either he is arrogant or he is really talented.
Now he felt a little more excited.
"Shut up, don't talk!" Caroline, who was fashionably dressed in a black vest and jeans, took a deep look at Dean. "We are not racists. We have always had a good impression of Chinese Americans - hard-working and down-to-earth. I I believe you won’t fool your friends with random rubbish. Let’s go and chat at the coffee shop next door, and let everyone appreciate your masterpiece.”
"Noah, go get the guitar from the car."
…
The sun climbed further into the center of the sky, baking the skin with its scorching heat.
cafes.
Under the umbrella on the second floor balcony.
Rust and Britney were whispering next to each other and enjoying a matcha cake, while Dean sat alone with his arms folded on his chest and basked in the sun leisurely.
No matter how much nonsense you talk, it's better to show your strength.
Dean handed the guitar sheet directly to the band, and five people stirred iced coffee opposite him.
The girl held the guitar sheet in her arms, her slender fingers touching the blond hair beside her ears, and she was lost in thought. The band manager was also looking at the sheet music.
"Amazing day? It's a good name. I hope it can also surprise us."
The sun shone on her fair and flawless side face, and her blond hair reflected the dazzling light, making her as beautiful as a statue.
Dean relaxed and enjoyed the scene.
"How long have you been learning to write songs?" Noah looked at him with provocative eyes, "Why have I never heard of you or any of your masterpieces?"
"I started writing after I entered Nevada High School." Dean rambled without any burden. "It's been two years now. I've written more than a dozen songs, but none of them have been published. They're just unknown. Of course you haven't heard of them."
puff!
Rust, who was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up, took a sip of his coffee and his face turned red while suppressing laughter. Britney quickly patted him on the back.
"Two years..." Kadi sighed, "Our band has been established since junior high school. It has been five years... and so far we haven't had a single piece that is qualified to be released as an album."
"Isn't Good Morning very popular at school concerts? The students are crazy about you."
Dean asked.
The three male musicians suddenly turned pale.
"Are you mocking us? How many boys and girls in the school really know music? They just join in the fun. As long as it has nothing to do with hard study and represents rebellion, they are crazy about anything."
Liam explained and asked again,
"By the way, since you said you wrote more than a dozen songs, what level does this song rank among them?"
Dean rolled his eyes and decided to brag.
"To be honest, this song is of average quality among all my works."
Forehead…
For a moment, the band members' expressions froze due to the extreme sense of absurdity, and their lips moved. However, facing the calm and calm Dean, they really had nothing to say.
The balcony on the second floor fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
"Did you hear this guy's declaration? He gave us works of barely acceptable quality!" Noah's mocking voice broke the silence, and his cockscomb head began to shake comically,
"Dean, I'm curious what gives you confidence?"
Dean was silent.
"Caroline, what are you waiting for! Let's listen to the worst works of this great composer... Let everyone open their eyes!"
"Is this song suitable for a male voice?"
Caroline, who had just finished analyzing the long intro and entered the lyrics, raised her eyes and completely ignored her teammates' shouting.
"Didn't you say before that male voices are also okay? Do you want to change the song?" Dean frowned, "That will have to be after the anniversary."
"No, I feel... surprisingly good." Caroline's words made the three male musicians look shocked. They involuntarily came to her side and looked at the guitar sheet.
Caroline's slender fingers finally placed on the strings and plucked them gently.
Thumb...thump...thump...thump, thump...thump...thump...thump...
The free and brilliant prelude pours out from the strings and fingertips, like a ray of afternoon sunshine falling from the sky, shining on the vast blue sea, and shining into the hearts of everyone.
Noah, who was agitated just now, suddenly calmed down, put away the carelessness on his face, and listened.
Melody loop.
The voice became softer and softer.
The light travels from the empty sea to the world full of fireworks.
Everyone in the Good Morning Band held their breath involuntarily. Britney took a bite of cake in her mouth and forgot to swallow it.
Rust narrowed his eyes, the complete prelude firmly catching his ears.
sat on the roof
Named every star
Shared every bruise and show every scar
Caroline's red lips parted slightly, and her magnetic female voice painted the night sky. Different from the deep and timeless voice of the original singer Chris Martin, her singing was a bit more fresh and cheerful, and her singing voice unknowingly smoothed out the sound. Everyone's frowning brows disappeared, their expressions became relaxed, and their mood began to feel happy.
Hope has its proof
Your hand in my saying
Life has a beautiful, crazy design(fate’s arrangement is always beautiful and divine)
The positive melody and lyrics are different from the current mainstream style in the United States. It is neither like the popular punk nor the noisy heavy metal rock.
It is simple, yet hides touching details, exuding a sense of natural beauty.
Dean's eyes turned, and Carty, Liam, Noah, Britney... were all intoxicated by the singing.
He thought that he was now stable.
Times seemed to say (Time seemed to tell us)
Forget the world and its weight(Forget the tediousness and burden of life)
Caroline's tone rose——
…
"Stop!" the band's manager roared, interrupting the playing and singing, awakening the audience from their brief daydream, "Let's perform the rest in another place!"
"Jesus! Go on, Carolyn!" Noah stood up and pounded the table, complaining like an addict. "Let me hear the best part!"
It's not just him.
An audience member who happened to be passing by on the street under the balcony also left disappointed.
Behind the glass door, the waitress in the cafe who was standing and listening turned around reluctantly.
Rust and Britney were holding half-eaten cakes with blurred eyes, as if they had just woken up from a nap.
Dean, Nevada high school student?
Master composer?
Is that still the same person I know?
…
Bassist Liam and guitarist Kadi looked at each other with wild fire in their eyes.
The man in the suit suddenly stood up, rearranged his tie, walked up to Dean, and extended his hand to him enthusiastically.
"Dean? Re-introduction, I am Good Morning's manager and lawyer, Robert Wilson."
Dean shook his hand calmly,
"It seems that you are very satisfied with this song?"
"Man, I don't mean any harm, I just want to confirm again..." Robert took a deep breath, suppressed his restless mood, and asked cautiously,
"You wrote this song on your own without any reference?"
"Have you heard it from other places? I guarantee it was created independently!" Dean said,
"That's true. If a song of this quality had been released, I would definitely be impressed. Has the copyright been registered?"
"Didn't I negotiate with you as soon as I wrote it?"
Dean was straightforward, but what he was thinking about was that if the other party dared to have any evil intentions and embezzle the fruits of his labor, then he would definitely use his "shadow" to make the other party pay ten times the price.
"With all due respect, you are a genius!"
Wow——
Robert's comment was like a bomb going off.
The band members immediately swarmed around.
"Man, even if I only heard less than half of it, I have a feeling it will be a hit!"
Liam emphasized with excitement, "This song must be given to us, it can help us win the championship in the Vegas singing competition!"
Dean was noncommittal.
"Sorry, I'm sorry for the initial offense. I shouldn't have questioned you. I'm an out-and-out idiot!"
Noah bowed with a red face, maybe thinking that Dean was Japanese,
"These lyrics are amazing and full of poetry. Everything I've ever written is shit in comparison! Please, tell me how on earth I got this inspiration?"
"Yes, it's full of poetry..." Carter praised without hesitation, "it reminds me of the British rock style... This song is a bit ahead of its time. It should be unique in the current American rock music. It's hard to think of it as popular!"
Dean couldn't help but smile. This song was written after 2000, so it was 20 years ahead of its time.
I just don’t know if music fans in the 1980s will buy in as much as this exciting band.
"Dean, come with us to the training base and have a chat..." Robert leaned down and invited enthusiastically and sincerely, "Registering copyrights and transferring songs are not simple processes...but I guarantee that you will never suffer a loss in terms of price!"
For a moment, Lambert wanted to keep this masterpiece as his own. How could a high school student outperform music veterans like them?
But he immediately abandoned this dangerous idea - the Chinese said that this song was only one of more than a dozen works.
As long as any of them is not inferior to the quality of Amazing Day.
He would try his best to win over this creative genius, and it would be best to bind him to his band!
It just so happens that this guy is also a newcomer, without an agent or a lawyer!
…
"Let's go, man!"
Liam put his arm around Dean's shoulders affectionately, as if he had found a long-lost brother.
Caroline, who was hugging her guitar, had bright eyes, as if looking at a glittering treasure house.
Everyone in Good Morning changed their attitude and became affectionate with a touch of ingratiation.
I have been living in obscurity in the music circle for too long.
Everyone who listens to Good Morning knows very well how rare a good song is.
Dean felt something went smoothly unexpectedly, and turned his questioning eyes to Rust. Rust blinked at him crazily, almost cracking his head to make him agree!
Britney held her hands on her chest with a hint of pleading on her face. She knew how difficult it is to be a good sister!
All right.
These guys correct their mistakes when they know they are wrong, and they have a good attitude.
Dean nodded.
Start-up funds should be available.
"Come on, guys, I haven't been in a Chevy yet."
…
