You Made Me a Superstar

  Chapter 339 The creator next to the piano

  The chaotic images danced like petals in my mind.

   is like a beating key that opens doors one by one.

  There are whistles, piano sounds, and epic war songs that are as loud as horns...

   Then, when you want to get close and touch the sounds in the door, you find that they are only "climax" or only half-remains of fragments.

   That is Zhou Yang's incomplete memory of some works in the original world.

He is not a genius, and he didn't understand music before. Although he is a beginner now, and there are a few gifts from transmigrators, even if he listens to "victory" N times, he can even remember most of the songs. Its sheet music is completely memorized.

   It has a lot of broken notes…

   These notes are completely blank, Zhou Yang has no memory of this aspect at all, and even if a certain scene or something touches the switch and opens the door like now, it will not help.

   Some regrets, but Zhou Yang is not discouraged.

   The tone and structure of each piece of music in my memory have already been set.

It is equivalent to an incomplete article, but the central point, subject and writing direction are very clear and unchangeable, and you only need to follow the overall style of the article, and then fill in some corresponding sentences, and can undertake the context, so that people can’t see it. If the style is flawed, if the creator is a little more clever, he can add his own thoughts to those supplementary sentences and carry out the so-called "secondary creation".

  The mild sunlight shines on the piano, and the dark piano paint and white keys shine in the sunlight...

   A light wind blew the complete score of "Those Years".

   Zhou Yang didn't seem to notice, just looking at the keys, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

  Theory, composition, instruments, tone...

   The nouns about music echoed in Zhou Yang's mind.

   That is the music theory knowledge Wu Zhenhong taught himself and the music theory knowledge he learned intentionally or accidentally during this time.

   He began to archive the memories in his mind and the melodies that he remembered slowly according to the integrity, and tried to make these melodies and notes clear so that he could remember them.

  Time is the least worth mentioning when Zhou Yang is immersed in something, just like Zhou Yang was repairing the camera.

   As you repair it, it will dawn.

   Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang.

   She felt that Zhou Yang was as motionless as an old monk entering into meditation.

   He seemed to be thinking.

   Sometimes frowns, sometimes relieves, sometimes shows a bit of a happy smile, sometimes a bit of regret, and seems to sigh slightly.

   She is not really far from her, it should be said very close.

   But somehow, he felt a transparent diaphragm blocking her and him.

  The cafe is not really quiet.

   There were discussions and noises upstairs, as well as the voices of some men and women in love coming out, and there were people discussing outside the room, as if they were surrounded by the piano room...

   Guan Tong looked at the clock on the wall.

  The clock is ticking.

   In the blink of an eye, half an hour has passed.

   Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang and gradually became worried.

   When he sits so motionless, no one knows how long he will be sitting, let alone whether there will be any problems in sitting like this inexplicably like a lost soul.

   But even though she was very worried, she did not dare to disturb Zhou Yang. She sat next to Zhou Yang and even kept some movements restrained and became cautious.

   There are still discussions outside the piano house.

   Someone knocked on the door tentatively, but was persuaded away by the cafe owner.

   I vaguely heard someone asking if today is a "star show".

   "Those Years" sings really well, and it's very ear-catching. The guests naturally heard it, and after listening to it, they were very curious.

   There will be performances every weekend in the SPPD cafe. The proprietress is big enough, and some artists will be invited to sing. Sometimes they are third- and fourth-tier artists, and some are second-tier singers. These people will be called "stars".

   The definition of star in this era is actually very vague, and it can also be said to be very cheap.

   As long as you can sing, a little fan can actually be called a star.

   Those who came to sing wished to unfold all the glass of the curtains to show their brightest side. The guests did not understand the act of pulling the curtains up like this.

  What are you doing in secret?

   Could it be that some A-list star has been invited over?

  The short-term disturbance gradually subsided under the dissuasion of the proprietress.

After    subsided, Guan Tong's phone vibrated.

   "Okay? Cai Lin will be here soon. I have an appointment with her today... There are a lot of fans coming in at the door."

   Guan Tong glanced at Zhou Yang, then was silent for a while: "He's Zhou Yang!"

  The text message vibrated again.

   There is no text, no other content, just three “!!!” shock symbols.

   After replying to the text message, Guan Tong heard a sound on the side of the piano.

  The old monk Zhou Yang moved his body as if he had settled down. When he turned his head to look at Guan Tong, there was a bit of apology on his face: "Guang Dao, if it's convenient, can you tell the lady boss, I'll give it to me here today..."

   "Huh?" Guan Tong was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

   "I want to play something and write something, but I don't know how long it will take. Well, if it causes trouble or loss to the boss, I can compensate for a certain amount of loss..."

   "You can write whatever you want, don't worry, not only will the lady boss not be angry, but..." Guan Tong subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door, and his expression suddenly became weird.

   The noise at the door seemed to be much quieter.

"what?"

   "Instead, he'll go crazy with excitement..."

  …………………………

   "Isn't Cai Lin performing today?"

   "Why not let us sit here, we paid for it!"

   "Yes! Why!"

  “…”

  Niu Li, the proprietress of SPPD Cafe, is naturally very sensible.

   At this moment, she was very excited, and persuaded the VIP guests who were close to the piano glass room to retreat to other remote locations.

   Although the guests all stood up, they were very dissatisfied.

   "Today I'll give everyone present a free order! How much you drink and how much you eat are free!"

  Niu Li was beaming with joy, her chubby face was almost invisible from the smile, she said these words excitedly to the dissatisfied guests.

  The guests naturally noticed the joy on the face of the proprietress, and couldn't help but wonder: "Ms. proprietor, is today your birthday?"

   "Haha, it's my birthday, but I hope everyone will be a little quieter and let me have a quieter birthday."

  Niu Li wanted to keep her face sullen, so as not to laugh too complacently, and to maintain the elegant personality of a lady.

   But many times emotions are beyond her control.

   She laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, and the character design had collapsed into a mess.

   After answering this question, she immediately told the waiter and asked the waiter to stay beside the piano room, not to let anyone approach or disturb.

  The waiter nodded.

   Facing the blessings of the guests, Niu Li accepted it with a smile, but she still waved her hand to signal the guests to keep quiet, adding a bit of serenity to SPPD Cafe.

   Some of the guests believed, others looked at the glass room with curiosity, and they were keenly aware that there was absolutely something remarkable in the glass room.

   After Niu Li finished all this, she walked outside the cafe for the first time.

  Cai Lin's fans were waiting in the lobby at the entrance of the cafe, she hesitated for a moment, and then called Cai Lin's agent.

"Hey……"

   "Ms. Cai Lin's performance may have to be temporarily canceled because of something..."

   "I will pay you the appearance fee."

   "You are on your way, coming soon?"

   "This, sorry, can you..."

  …………………………

  In the box, because the line of the amplifier was turned off, there was no sound in the box.

  Cao Bangguo sat opposite John Williams, reminiscing with John Williams like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Um……

   Recalling the old is not appropriate.

   Cao Bangguo was talking most of the time, while John Williams was listening, nodding occasionally, and saying a few words about Cannes that year.

   The two are actually not familiar with each other, in a sense, the two can only be regarded as one-on-one.

  John Williams can't remember any interactions and conversations between Cannes and this Chinese director that year.

   He just agreed politely, his eyes flickered, but his interest was lacking.

  Cao Bangguo entrusted him with an elder who could not refuse in Hollywood. The elder hoped that he could come to Huaxia to meet the director. The elder vaguely revealed that the reward this time would be amazing.

  John Williams was actually a little disdainful in his heart.

   In fact, there has always been a stereotype in his mind about Chinese movies, that is, people are stupid and have no artistic taste, but they like to intervene in creation to show their talents.

   "Let's look at the script first."

  The polite reminiscence made John Williams very annoying. He finally put away his hypocritical smile and looked at Cao Bangguo.

   "Little Jiang, tell Mr. John Williams about our film and core..."

"it is good!"

  John Williams looked at a young director next to him. Although the young director tried his best to express himself and revealed his resume in words, John Williams didn't feel it.

   Director Huaxia has few famous directors in Hollywood, and in his impression, there are only a few veteran directors...

   As for young directors.

   There seems to be only one Chinese named Zhou Yang?

  James Bond talked to him about Zhou Yang at the tea party the other day and recommended him to watch Zhou Yang's movie.

  John Williams had little interest.

   "Struggle", "Chainsaw", "Mine Bottom", "Crow"...

   He really has no feelings for such realistic films.

  Django is introducing the plot and core selling points of Nightcrawler.

  John Williams looked serious.

but……

   Still no interest.

  The script is not bad, but...

  There are not many good scripts in Hollywood, but it really can't bring him a sense of excitement.

   Halfway through hearing this, he stood up, got up wearing a mask and hat, and went downstairs to the toilet.

   When squatting on the edge of the bathroom, he vaguely heard a very soft piano sound...

   At first, I didn’t care, and I didn’t have any interest.

   But after listening to a few paragraphs, his expression began to become serious involuntarily.

   (end of this chapter)