You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 341 How is that possible!

   Half an hour ago, John Williams heard a burst of piano melody.

   Some melodies are as quiet as a valley, as if walking on the prairie, while some melodies are sonorous like a horn, singing long songs on the barren grassland, like an epic movement.

   In the bathroom, his blood boiled, and he was unconsciously attracted by these sounds, so he couldn't help but move closer to the piano room.

After    approached, it suddenly became silent again...

The faint melody of    has changed again, and it has become soft and warm, like the breeze in the mountains, and there is a bit of yearning for beauty in the softness.

Then……

   stopped abruptly.

   He began to feel unbearable.

   This guy in the piano room is like a demon, fiddling with his G. Spot but can't let him enjoy that gift.

   He couldn't help but took a step closer, hoping to hear it more clearly, but as soon as he got closer, the waiter sternly stopped him and forbid him to take another step.

   He frowned, and he was very irritable, but in the end he maintained the basic etiquette of a musician, and gestured to the assistant with his eyes.

   The assistant who can speak Chinese smiled and went up to negotiate in a low voice.

When the waiter heard his name, he glanced at him suspiciously, and he took off his hat subconsciously. He thought that with this face, he was still blocked by the waiter. He only said that he would discuss it with the proprietress. No one can go in before the consultation, and signal that they want to be quiet.

   His irritability became curious.

   Who will be in this piano room?

The songs    played were songs he had never heard before.

For a moment, the proprietress walked downstairs excitedly, discussed it with the woman next to her carefully, and looked at herself from time to time. After a long time, he came over and gave himself a warm smile.

   "Will it witness any history?"

   "I don't know...but today is destined to be an extraordinary day!"

When   John Williams walked into the piano room, he heard a slight discussion behind him.

  John Williams did not care about the following discussion.

   He heard the piano music in the room playing again. This time the piano music was gloomy, as desolate as a dirge, and he couldn't help feeling the inexplicable vibration in his heart.

   He stood at the door but couldn't bear to disturb this wonderful melody, until the piano music came to an abrupt end at a critical moment, when the emptiness in his heart fell to the extreme, then he gently pushed the door open...

   pushed the door open.

   seems to have pushed open an incredible field.

  The piano is illuminated by the lights, and the black and white keys intersect, as if there is a mysterious magic.

  The outside of the piano room is full of noise, and there is a tendency to become more and more annoying.

   It's really not a good environment here.

  John Williams' heart began to become depressed again, a trace of anger pervaded, and he seemed to hate the environment here.

but……

   The noisy sound seems to be unable to affect the Chinese man sitting in front of the piano.

  John Williams felt that the Chinese man sitting in the chair was somewhat indescribably familiar, but he was sure that he did not know this Chinese man.

I saw that he didn't notice his arrival, just sat on the piano and stroking the piano, his eyes were looking at the black and white keys, very gentle and devout, after playing two tones, he would unconsciously again. He picked up the notebook and wrote silently, as if sketching out some notes as much as possible.

   A few minutes later...

After writing   , the Chinese people focused their attention on the piano again and began to play as if no one else was there.

  John Williams' eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment...

   He heard the pure and melodious melody echoing over and over again, and his emotions were once again attracted by the melody, as if he had returned to his former British hometown, that sunny afternoon.

   But after listening for a while, he frowned again, because playing this melody with piano music seemed to lack something.

   The Chinese man seemed to have noticed something, and the piano sound stopped abruptly. Then, he looked at the saxophone not far away, hesitated for a while, picked up the saxophone and looked at it for a long time.

  John Williams saw that the Chinese man suddenly showed a wry smile, and shook his head helplessly.

   He saw that after he put down the saxophone, he was scribbling something in his notebook.

  John Williams stared at the notebook, and his strong desire to explore made him want to pick up the notebook and see what was written in it.

   He even wanted to kick the Chinese man away, and then he personally came over and played the piano music he heard in the bathroom.

  This Chinese player is really too bad and too incomplete, and he bumps like a primary school student.

   Of course, it is impossible for him to do this. The first is that he is an aristocrat himself and needs to maintain elegance and demeanor at all times. The second is that he is a guest. In a sense, this Chinese talent is the master.

  Time is a very cheap and very short-lived thing.

   After this Chinese person finished writing, he began to sit on the piano again, touching the keys with both hands, and playing another song immersively.

  When he heard the brand new melody, John Williams only felt a stormy wave in his heart!

   This is definitely another piano piece for a new song!

  The melody is very desolate, and a kind of sadness seems to be integrated into the bones, as if a gust of sand rolled up the vast world, leaving a gloomy skeleton behind.

However……

   He found that he could not immerse himself in it and appreciate the emotion brought by this melody.

  The noise outside the house is getting louder and louder, and the chaotic sounds hinder his thoughts and distract him!

  John Williams felt like his head was about to explode.

   There seemed to be a flame in his heart, and his anger was so extreme that he could not wait to rush out of the piano room and yell at the outside, he turned his head and stared at the door.

   "Hello, Mr. John Williams..."

   At this moment, he heard a sound.

   He turned his head and saw that the Huaxia people stood up at some point, with a sunny and sincere smile on his face.

  As the sun sets, although the Chinese wear ordinary clothes, they have a pious and elegant temperament, like a faithful believer in music.

   When he saw himself, he was not very excited, just a little joy and joy.

   "Hello..." John Williams nodded at him and couldn't help asking, "Whose tunes did you play just now?"

   "I can't define who it is, it's the voice in my head..."

   "You created it?" John Williams became incredibly unbelievable.

   "It's not really..." Zhou Yang shook his head: "Because it's not complete, there are only parts of the melody, and many notes need to be scrutinized. It's a very difficult project..."

   "It's really a pity." John Williams' face was full of regret: "Can you tell me what these songs are called?"

"Um……"

   "Don't worry! I won't do something like plagiarism..." John Williams subconsciously added when he saw Zhou Yang hesitated.

   "I know." Zhou Yang had naturally heard of John Williams.

   He is the most famous composer in Hollywood. In the late 1990s, many of the Hollywood films that swept across China were composed by this master.

  The soundtrack of the movie "Jurassic", which broke the global box office record this year, was helped by this master.

  James Bunter admired him very much.

When talking with Zhou Yang about the rhythm of movies and the world's classic movie scenes, I talked to John Williams more than once, and praised him not only as a famous Hollywood soundtrack master, but also as a rare musician in the world, not even better than the Japanese music master Yamada Hisao is inferior!

  James Bond once strongly suggested that Zhou Yang's new movie could be found by him for the soundtrack, and even told Zhou Yang that he could act as an introducer.

   Naturally, Zhou Yang has thought about it. It is absolutely amazing to have a world-class soundtrack master to help the film score, but Zhou Yang has checked the price of John Williams' soundtrack.

  The price was high, and it was outrageous and not all movies, so he gave up.

  However, he never imagined that instead of going to John Williams, John Williams came to find him.

   "I suddenly thought who you are!"

  John Williams took Zhou Yang's notebook.

  The name of the song on the notebook was written in Chinese, and he couldn't quite understand what it was.

   Zhou Yang seemed to see his doubts and translated the names of these songs in Chinese.

   "victory", "The Last of the Mohicans", "Goodbye to the Police", "Going Home", "The Sound of Silence"...

   When Zhou Yang finished translating, he suddenly shouted excitedly.

"what?"

   "Are you Mr. Zhou Yang?"

   "You... know me?" Zhou Yang stared in disbelief.

   "Mr. Bunt has been talking about you all this time and recommended me to watch your movie..." John Williams laughed as if thinking of something.

  James Bond has indeed been talking about Zhou Yang a lot recently.

   He said that this young Chinese director surprised him, not only the words he chatted with were very inspiring, but also indirectly solved some camera problems that had plagued him for many years.

   Zhou Yang didn't know what to say for a while.

   And John Williams continued to look down at the notes in the notebook.

   His expression remained calm, but his heart was excited.

   He was acutely aware of...

   The notebook in his hand is very likely to be the most important classic in the future music industry.

   "Mr. Zhou Yang, this is really a bad place, can we go to a quieter place and have a good chat?"

   The noise outside the house made John Williams feel emotional again, and he was very irritable. He handed the book back to Zhou Yang, and then asked seriously.

  ……………………

   "Ah? You... Are you planning to chat with Zhou Yang about music?"

   "Another day?"

"This……"

  The world is sometimes magical.

  The magic made Cao Bangguo unable to recover from the shock for a while.

   He saw Zhou Yang and John Williams come out of the piano room, and then got into the car and left under the protection of everyone.

Then……

   His phone rang.

   He was completely dumbfounded when he answered the phone.

   (end of this chapter)