Rebirth in America

In the coffee shop, Alex was drinking coffee leisurely while silently modeling in his mind. Yes, he's modeling Chuck. Chuck's two partners were also waiting quietly. They wanted to see what Chuck would say.

Chuck stared at a pair of black eyes, looked at the expressionless Alex and said: "I don't have confidence in you, but I have confidence in my own vision. Don't think that I am illiterate, I know yours Things. Singing, writing books, appearing on TV and making movies, if you take these things out and put them to any one person individually, they are all amazing things."

He emphasized his tone and said: "Not to mention that you take them all, which already speaks volumes about your ability. I don't recognize people by their age, but by their own essence. If you discriminate against us, no matter how powerful you are, Times, I won’t even follow you.”

"Well! It seems that you do have a lot of ideas, but why should I trust you? You know, in this society, you deceive me. If you benefit from me but don't help me, wouldn't it be a big loss for me? Already?" Alex showed a smile and said slowly.

Chuck said in an unquestionable tone: "Trust is mutual. Only in the process of contact will trust slowly accumulate. The key is who takes the first step. I think I have taken the first step in my life." One step, and the next step is up to you.”

Alex couldn't help it anymore and clapped softly and said: "Chuck, you are really amazing. I have been convinced by you. Then I will take my first step now."

Just as he was talking, Alex took out a few U.S. dollars from his pocket and put them in front of Chuck. He said: "Here are 100 U.S. dollars. Take it first. Find a better hotel to stay in. As for writing songs Regarding the matter, you first think about what style suits you, or what you have on hand to use. I will go over to find you tomorrow, and we will start again then. "

Drummer Bee and pianist Johnson looked at the banknotes on the table with incredulous eyes. Only Chuck looked at Alex unblinkingly.

Under Chuck's gaze, Alex smiled, hugged them one by one and said goodbye, and then left the cafe. He felt extremely happy in his heart, finally having a little brother or two. After people travel through time, as long as the tiger's body shakes, someone will immediately pick up the head and worship. Now it's finally someone's turn to come and worship him. This feeling is so good.

However, before that, he still had to take a look at the background of this younger brother who had taken refuge. If the character is good, then accept it, if not, forget it. He has copied Chuck's soul information, and through the doll, he can check Chuck's past experiences. In front of him, Chuck's past has no secrets at all.

"Chuck, you are so awesome. With just a few words, you can get $100." Drummer Bi said with saliva.

Chuck shook his head and said: "I didn't lie to him, I sincerely surrendered to him. If he didn't ask why, or if he made excuses, I would take the money and leave him. Didn't you see him? Under my intense gaze, do you still look calm?"

Pianist Johnson nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes, very few people can remain so calm and calm under your gaze."

"You guys, you should pay more attention when looking at people. I noticed him as early as when I was in the recording studio. I didn't expect that he turned out to be that magic boy Alex. He is not an ordinary person. With him protecting us, we can You don’t have to be so miserable." Chuck said to his two brothers with good intentions.

Drummer Bi shook his head and said, "How can he be so small and cover us?"

Chuck shook his head and said, "You should read more newspapers and watch the news."

"Aren't the things written in newspapers all extremely exaggerated? Anyone who believes them is a fool." Drummer Bi said.

Johnson said with some disagreement: "It depends on what kind of news it is. Some news is relatively credible."

Chuck nodded slightly and said: "I didn't believe it at first. When I knew about this person before, I thought it was the reporters who were talking nonsense. When I actually saw him, I realized that those newspapers still didn't write everything. You know, he gives me the feeling that he is unfathomable when facing my former boss."

Drummer Bi was even more disbelieving: "It's not that exaggerated, Chuck! You're talking nonsense. You're just a child, he can't fly into the sky."

Even Johnson, the pianist, looked a little disbelieving, but he didn't say it out loud.

Chuck hesitated for a moment, but he still told his secret: "I am born with a feeling that is beyond ordinary people. This feeling sometimes makes me act crazy, but sometimes it allows me to see through the true nature of others. I don't know about you. Believe it or not, when I saw Alex, I felt like I was facing a tiger. This feeling was only experienced by my previous boss, and it was like a lion."

These words made drummer Bee and pianist Johnson doubtful, but seeing how serious Chuck said it, they couldn't help but believe it.

"Then what do you think of the two of us?" Drummer Bi asked.

Chuck laughed and said: "When I first met you, I felt that you were a monkey and Johnson was an orangutan."

"Wow! You are calling us monkeys or apes!" Of course Drummer Bi was not satisfied with this statement.

Chuck stopped dwelling on the matter. He shrugged and said, "Believe it or not, that's what I think."

On the other side, after Alex left the cafe, he returned home. Soon, he received a call from Chuck. They changed to a hotel, which seemed not far from Carpenter's house.

When he was at night, Alex entered the spiritual space and saw a doll that looked exactly like Chuck. He stretched out his finger and tapped the doll's forehead so that he could browse through Chuck's memories at will.

Countless information came from the doll, and Alex seemed to be fast forwarding at high speed, watching Chuck's experience. He would stop and watch carefully what he was interested in, and quickly skip over what he was not interested in. At the same time, he felt from the doll that the other party sincerely relied on him.

Early the next morning, Alex came to the hotel based on the address given by Chuck. Before they entered, they saw Chuck and the others waiting at the door.

"Let's find a place where we can play." Alex did not go in, but immediately took them to find a bar.

After slipping a few bills to the bartender, they obtained permission to use the instrument in the bar. It was quite early at this time, and there was no one in the whole bar.

Alex demanded: "Let me listen to your most popular song first. Play and sing whatever you want. Don't be too restricted in any style or song. Just keep singing to me until you don't know what to perform."

The Chuck Berry Three Band stood on the stage and performed. At the beginning, they still played in the way of a nightclub. Slowly, their playing became more and more casual. Especially in Chake's guitar, in his tight tightness, the sound of drums and piano sounds had undergone wonderful changes.

Their band's lead singer was Chuck, and initially they sang old-school blues songs. By the end, amid the casual guitar sounds, Chuck became more and more relaxed when singing, almost singing in a shouting voice. His freshly composed lyrics are filled with so many witty puns that it's like listening to the conversation of young people on the street.

After Chuck and the others stopped, Alex asked expressionlessly: "It's over? Is this all you have?"

Chuck and the others nodded nervously, not knowing exactly what Alex thought.

"Yeah, that's all we got. No more," Chuck said carefully.

Alex nodded and said, "Bring me a pen and paper!"

The drummer Bee and the pianist Johnson immediately found the things and put them in front of Alex respectfully.

Alex picked up a pen and paper and started writing. As he wrote, he recalled the lyrics and melody he had just heard. In fact, after so many years of musical training, he was just as capable of writing songs as Richard. It's just that he is a lazy person, and when he has the opportunity to copy, he won't think of ways to be original.

What he is writing now is not original, but a rearrangement and combination of things sung by Chuck and others. Someone once said that music is actually the miracle of mathematics. This is true to a certain extent, but there are also differences between easy to understand and difficult to understand mathematics, and his task is to make these reorganized music more approachable.

The same goes for lyrics, as long as they rhyme and are catchy, who cares what they mean after being put together.

With this view and idea in mind, Alex "composed" very quickly, almost every song in a few minutes. Within half an hour, I wrote ten songs. In fact, he had already written these songs last night. At that time, he linked to the Chuck doll and used his own songwriting skills and Chuck's experience to write these songs.

Under the stunned gaze of Chuck and others, Alex pushed the paper in his hand and said, "Take it, this is a song written for you. Play it now and see if there is anything that needs to be modified."

Chuck picked up the stack of paper, looked at it carefully, and thought about it carefully. He was surprised to find that the melody and lyrics above were the ones they had just played. It's just that the order has been adjusted, and some choruses have been added to it, which adds the finishing touch.

They played one by one according to the music score written by Alex. These songs are almost tailor-made for them and are very suitable.

No! No! No!

These songs originally belonged to them. These melodies and lyrics came from their minds and hands. It's just that the ingredients were fresh and inedible at first, but after being processed by Alex, the great chef, they have become delicious dishes!

This kind of song is music that is closely related to teenagers and full of contemporary feeling. Only people like them who have many years of street life experience can write about it. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net Even if Alex were to write it, it would be difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

"It turns out, this is what writing songs is all about!" Chuck seemed to vaguely feel a road emerging in front of him. It felt like he had been groping in a dark cage for a long time, and suddenly someone helped him open a door.

Alex said to them very coolly: "You will know how to write songs in the future, right? If you still don't understand, just learn from Mark for a year and a half. These songs are enough for you to play for a year or two. If If you still can’t write songs after a year or two. Then I won’t help you anymore.”

This time Chuck and the others were convinced. Facing someone like Alex, it was hard not to feel that their IQ was not enough. Taking these ten songs, they came to Carpenter Records again and played them one by one under Mark's surprised eyes.

The three of them successfully signed a contract and released a large number of best-selling records. For nearly ten years, their band's albums have always been hits.

Through Alex's words and deeds this time, Chuck seemed to suddenly realize it overnight, and he continued to create songs with distinctive personality that combined elements of blues and country music. To a certain extent, it reflects the hearts and needs of the new generation of American teenagers in the 1950s. His singing adopts a shouting style, but his pronunciation is relatively clear.

Especially his guitar playing has attracted a large number of followers. It can be said that Chuck basically established the guitar playing style of rock music. From then on, he wrote classic songs one after another, and later generations even said that he had written all the classic songs.