Rebirth in America

After they finished recording the song, Alex asked for a break. When they came out, they met three young black men.

Among the three people, one of them was a tall, thin black boy with big hands. He was standing in front of the door of the recording studio with a guitar on his back. Another black boy was sitting on a chair in the corridor with a pair of drum sticks in his hands. There is another black man. If you look closely, he must be in his twenties. He is leaning against the door with both hands free.

After they saw Alex and his group coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward. Among them, the black guy carrying a guitar stretched out his hand to the producer Mark who was standing behind the door.

"Hello! My name is Chuck Berry. I am the guitarist and lead singer of the band 'Chuck Berry'. They are drummer Bea Harding and pianist Johnson respectively." The black boy carrying the guitar said to Mark That's right.

Mark was stunned and immediately realized: "Oh, you are the band introduced by Dill. I remember, I remember."

Chuck quickly asked: "So have you listened to the demo we recorded? Can you tell us how it feels?"

Before Mark could answer, drummer Bea Kading said from the side: "We came here from St. Louis, but we don't have so much time to waste in New York."

Mark didn't say anything. He said to Chuck sincerely: "I have listened to your demo. I originally wanted to talk to you today, but I didn't expect you have already come over. Then I will tell you, Mr. Chuck, Your guitar skills are really good.”

Chuck and others looked at Mark nervously, waiting for him to continue.

Mark thought for a while and carefully worded his words: "You have mastered the techniques of cheerful repeated chords and improvisation. This level is indeed enough in a place like a nightclub, but that's it. You don't have anything of your own." , the things played are all other people’s, so they have no value to the record company.”

"Oh, is it just like this?" Chuck and the others' hearts sank as Mark's words followed. In order to make a living, they not only played in nightclubs, but also worked in factories. This band was formed by Chuck with the dream of one day making it to the top.

In the past few years, they have gone to many record companies to look for opportunities, including Memphis, Chicago, New York and so on. Originally, they had planned to return to St. Louis, but they met Dill in New York. On his recommendation, they came over with previously recorded demos. This is their last chance. If they want to come to New York again, it will take at least a few years. I didn't expect the result to be so cruel.

Seeing Mark and others about to leave, Chuck quickly stopped and said: "That's just a demo we recorded before. If you want to hear our own stuff, we can play it for you right away. Please give us a little time, okay? ?”

Mark stopped and even Alex and Richard didn't leave.

They wanted to see what these three black guys from St. Louis could do to impress the demanding Mr. Mark.

Mark shook his head and was about to refuse when Alex stopped him.

"Why not just let them try it?"

"But you have just recorded the original sound, and I still have to hurry up and do the post-production."

"You can listen to it while doing post-production."

Mark thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then come in."

The reason why Alex reached out to help them was not because he recognized some future celebrity, but because he thought this Chuck was quite interesting. He is also free when he is free, and it would be good to see what the other party is capable of.

The drummer and pianist pulled Chuck to a corner and whispered: "Chuck, you are crazy, we don't have any original music at all!"

"Don't worry, brothers! We will have it, let's go to the recording studio first!" Chuck pushed and pulled to get the two partners in.

Mark ignored these three people. He had already heard the demos they recorded. In his opinion, this kind of music is a complete copy of other works without any innovation at all. As for the musical instrument playing level of Chuck and others, there is nothing to say, they are very proficient. However, such people can only hang out in pubs or nightclubs, and there is no way they can withstand the test of the market.

Everyone looked at the three black guys in the recording studio as if they were clowns, waiting for them to make a fool of themselves. Alex also wanted to see what Chuck would do to impress Mark, and he felt that Chuck would definitely have a way.

"Chuck, Chuck! What should we do? Play something, otherwise it will be too embarrassing to stand here." Johnson, the pianist, whispered to Chuck.

Chuck raised a finger and whispered, "Shh! Listen!"

What's ringing in the studio is the song Alex and Richard have just recorded, and this is Mark doing post-production. He ignored the three Chucks at all.

The three of them listened to a short piece of music conductor, and drummer Bee Cardin couldn't hold it any longer. He said, "Chuck, stop making trouble and think of a way. Are we just here like fools, waiting for each other?" Drive him out?"

Chuck smiled mysteriously and said, "A way? I'm thinking of a way."

"What about the song? Where is our new song!"

"Isn't this true? It's ringing in our ears."

"You, what do you mean?"

"Don't ask so much, just play according to this rhythm. But it needs to be more rock. Yes, it needs to be more rock. Let's change the style and use this song as our new song!" Chuck told him Two team members said.

Both the drummer and the pianist were dumbfounded by Chuck's ridiculous idea. Could it be that they were just stealing other people's songs under each other's noses and treating them as their own new songs?

Chuck said impatiently: "Okay, stop looking at me and start playing quickly. I'll take care of the lyrics and stuff."

As he spoke, he played the guitar.

As a last resort, the two of them had to follow Chuck's command and respond to Chuck's guitar sound with the same rhythm.

"Huh?" Everyone was attracted by the performance of the three Chucks.

"Isn't this the song the Carpenters just recorded? What's going on?"

"I heard that they are going to play their new song, but this song is obviously ours..."

"Haha, they don't want to get away with it like this."

"It sounds different, but the song is still the same."

People in the recording studio were talking a lot, and there were still six or seven people inside at this time. Mark, the Carpenters and their backing band, and the sound engineer.

Chuck actually opened his mouth to sing, and the lyrics were completely different from the Carpenter brothers. He changed the lyrics as he sang. To others, it sounded like that was the case.

At first, Mark didn't take it seriously. He ignored Chuck and others. But whenever he concentrated on thinking, it was Chuck's singing that echoed in his mind. He couldn't get rid of this sound at all. Chuck's songs seemed to be born with magic, able to penetrate people's thoughts.

"That's enough!" Mark shouted suddenly. Everyone was startled by him and turned to look at him.

Mark quickly realized that he had lost his composure.

"Papa! Papa!" Alex clapped, and under his leadership, Richard also clapped.

No one else knew why they were applauding, and Chuck was stunned by the Carpenters' actions. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

"Are you mocking us?" Chuck thought to himself, but he quickly denied it.

Because Alex stood up and said loudly: "It's amazing, it's amazing."

It's really amazing. After just listening to a short section, they were able to compose lyrics on the fly, and the three of them changed the style of the song completely. This is a great test of basic skills and adaptability. Only those who have written songs understand the difficulty.

Mark was confused by the Carpenter brothers at first, but he soon understood that he was an experienced music producer. Even if he had never written a song, he knew the key.

"If you can come up with more than one new song within a week, I can tell you for sure that signing the contract is no problem! Once you have the song, you can record the record!" Mark said to Chuck and the others.

"New song? What kind of new song!" Chuck asked.

Mark explained: "You can renovate old songs and perform them in different styles. It is best to change the lyrics, just like what you just did."

Chuck and the other three looked at Mark in disbelief. They didn't expect that they could be affirmed like this. The drummer and the pianist looked at Chuck, waiting for him to reply. Chuck was the only one of them who had the ability to write songs.

The eyes of the two people showed the same meaning, which meant: "Brother, it's up to you."

"No problem! I will definitely come back! With new songs!" Chuck's confidence began to burn. He felt that writing songs was so easy, and I could do it too.