I really don't want to be red

Chapter 943

Victor felt that everything had changed before his eyes.

Every rhythm is like a player running on the green field. The sweat on the forehead is intertwined into this piece of music, and the strong drums and exciting drums are the heroic posture of the players shooting.

For some reason, in the various scenes that quickly passed by in front of my eyes.

Victor felt a shadow covering his eyes, and this huge shadow was a stage.

Standing at the highest and most central place on the stage was the tall figure of An Ran. He raised his hands, and the audience danced along with him.

In a trance, Victor seemed to become a spectator on the stage.

Nodding along with the rhythm, then the limbs twisted involuntarily, every cell in the body seemed to be shouting and cheering according to the rhythm.

As if people were present at the scene, huge sound waves erupted from the speakers.

Every drumbeat is a poison that makes people want to move. Victor stood up, couldn't help biting his lower lip, and twisted with the rhythm.

It’s okay if he listens casually, but the bad thing is that he has to listen carefully, listen attentively, and slap An Ran in the face with facts.

As a result, I couldn't handle it all at once.

The song seemed to have magic power. He was originally a music madman, and his obsession with music was even higher than that of his wife.

In his own words, "Music is his lover"!
The more such a person is, the easier it is to indulge in it.

And the emotional explosiveness of this song is particularly strong, and it can ignite the volcano in your heart in an instant.

Victor is already in his fifties, and he always feels that he is no longer young, and has long since lost his youthful passion and impulsiveness.

But this song made him suddenly realize...that he is still very young.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

But Victor, who was wearing earphones, devoted himself to it, and the sound became louder and louder, and someone knocked on the door outside.

The knock on the door rang several times in a row.

Finally, the door was pushed open, and the secretary looked nervously into the room.

Mr. Victor is not young after all, and it is unknown if there is any unexpected situation, and she is sure that Mr. Victor has been in the office.

But as soon as the door opened, the secretary holding the folder saw Victor standing in front of the computer, twisting his body happily.

Swinging his hands left and right in the air, he muttered with a smile on his lips.

The secretary was dumbfounded.

There were more than a dozen people behind her, all of them were Victor's clients, and they came to him for different purposes.

Seeing Victor's loss of composure, a young man in his 30s said, "Mr. Victor is in good health. His movements of twisting his hips are exaggerated, which shows that he is in good health."

"Hehe, Mr. Victor is looking for inspiration, right?" Another person asked.

The secretary's face was full of embarrassment, and he was worried that he had no excuse. As soon as this person said it, the secretary immediately went downhill.

"Yes, Mr. Black, you know geniuses are always a little different, and Mr. Victor is the same. Occasionally, a little hobbies and eccentricities are actually understandable, especially when thinking about problems or looking for inspiration, Victor Mr. Duo likes to have a..."

The secretary said and looked at Mr. Victor, who had nothing to do with his eyes. This damn dance is too ugly...

The other fat man smiled "hehe", "But Mr. Victor's dancing posture... is really unexpected."

You must know that Victor is a famous musician at the master level of Xizhou, and he is unique in his sense of music.

But this dancing posture is really hard to describe.

Guang knows how to swing left and right, and puts his arms in the air to draw left and right casually.

It looked like a drowning person flopping about in the water.

Ten thousand muddy horses galloped past the secretary's mind, you are so fat, you can dance?You say someone else?
However, as Mr. Victor's secret technique, he complained in his heart, and said with a professional smile on his face: "This is just Victor's way of decompression. You know that this line of work is very stressful, so Most of the time, Mr. Victor doesn't pay attention to posture, and doesn't care about the movements, he just needs to release it, which is the most primitive and essential ability of music..."

Everyone nodded.

It's a very common thing...

Can understand.

At this moment, after the song in the earphones ended with the sound of An Ran, the passionate horn sounded again, and then the final ending was made.

"Oh my god, my god, my god..." Victor's excited fingers trembled, and it was only then that he woke up from the music.

There is simply no song more suitable for the World Cup than this song.

No matter from the style of the music to the singing, they all carry extremely strong heat, and the effect of rendering the atmosphere is first-class.

From the time he got into it to the time he finished listening, the strong rhythm of this song was always playing in his mind.

As soon as the ending ended, he felt that this song was the best choice for the theme song of the World Cup.

Victor sighed.

Suddenly I feel a little lost, I can't write this kind of song no matter what.

That sense of frustration quickly spread to occupy his heart.

Victor sighed, took off the headset, turned his head, and saw a large group of people behind the secretary, looking at him.

Everyone looked at him with different eyes, some were curious, some were puzzled, some were calm, some understood...

Victor's face changed slightly, "When did you come in!"

Before the secretary finished speaking, the fat man immediately waved his hands on his head twice, "I came in when you were looking for inspiration..."

What the hell!

Victor's face became terrified, so you all saw my self-aggrandizement just now?

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

The secretary hurriedly said, "Mr. Victor, do you want to change to the conference room?"

"Yes, yes, go to the conference room, there are so many people, haha... It's not convenient for me here."

All right, let's nod together.

In an instant, Victor was left alone in the office.

He wiped the sweat off his bald forehead, picked up his phone and thought for a while before sending Catherine a message.

"I'm done!"

"I'm done?"

Catherine was surprised when she saw his news. What does it mean?
Is this like I'm throwing in the towel?

Because she just uploaded her own song.

And she is very confident and stinking to remark on the song "the best choice for the theme song of the World Cup". She planned it much earlier than Victor.

As early as a year ago, I started to prepare for the collection of the World Cup theme song. After writing it, I crafted it meticulously, and it took a full year.

She felt that there would never have been a better choice than her own song.

Victor throws in the towel...seems justifiable!

Catherine was in a good mood, and suddenly remembered that her song was just uploaded, and this guy just listened to a few words before he was convinced?
Still quite self-aware.

In a happy mood, she opened the website to collect songs, and her eyes suddenly focused...

Brat, this is a miserable time for you...

(End of this chapter)