hollywood billionaire

Chapter 348 Ordinary moments before the hero

"It's really hard to imagine that one of the greatest works in the history of pop music was put together bit by bit like this..."

It wasn't until the temperature of the cheek leaning on Han Yi's shoulder dropped a little that Madison Bill's eyes focused again on the notebook in front of him.

This is an ordinary notebook that can be seen everywhere. The yellow cover is stained with a few stains of time, and the metal ring that fixes the pages also has some rust spots, making it look slightly old, like an ordinary little boy keeping it in the garage of his hometown. , which has been in the dust for more than 20 years and accidentally dropped during a general cleaning. It is a class note from middle school.

Who would have thought that it actually stores in the form of words the golden years of one of the greatest rock bands in the world, which stood at the top of the music industry.

"It's not just 'Don't Stop Me Now,' like I said, this notebook has every song on the 'Jazz' album that was written by Freddie Mercury. It accompanies him. , spent the entire spring and half of the summer of 1978..." In Madison's prompting eyes, Han Yi smiled and said, "Okay, I'll stop."

I was used to being narrated from the sidelines, but it felt a bit awkward to suddenly not let him speak.

"Let me see... "Let Me Entertain You," "Mustapha," "Don't Stop Me Now," "Bicycle Race," "If You Can't Beat Them," "Dead on Time," and ‘Jealousy.’ It seems like there are many versions of every song. In the draft of ‘Bicycle Race’ alone, I saw six different…well, there are also harmonies.”

Madison cherished the gift Han Yi gave her very much. She did not touch the paper directly with her fingers. Instead, she wrapped the removed protective film on her hand, clamped it with her fingernails, and slowly read page by page. Turn slowly.

Freddie Mercury may be a great rock musician, but he is definitely not an excellent English calligrapher. In addition, when he started this notebook, he probably did not think that one day it would be sold as a collectible. to others. Therefore, most of the handwriting in the notebook is extremely concise and scrawled, and the layout is also quite casual.

This is living evidence that they have grown from humble beginnings to greatness step by step.

If an Indian boy born in Zanzibar can write himself into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in one stroke, then there is nothing in this world that is beyond human power.

This is the precious spiritual wealth that Freddie Mercury brought to all mankind through his personal experience in addition to music.

Some page numbers and the beginning of each paragraph are carefully marked with words such as "verse" or "chorus" in order, and even a straight underline is filled in underneath for emphasis. But after flipping through it a few more times, colorful red letters danced around the few black texts. They were written vertically, diagonally, and even upside down in some parts. You could highlight a word and change it wherever you thought. .

The previous page was neat and tidy. According to the blue straight lines printed on the paper, one bar was a row, arranged neatly and densely. But when it comes to the next page, I just write as I please, wishing I could fill up a whole piece of paper with just one sentence.

In a sense, Freddie Mercury's notebook is Tony Stark's sledgehammer in the cave in Afghanistan, and Clark Kent's work ID at the Daily Planet.

This allows thousands of ordinary people to see their shadow in Superman or Iron Man.

The whole world has heard about Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, but there is little evidence that he overcame his eyesight and wrote with great speed in Villa Pasqualatti.

Whether at first glance or upon closer inspection, this plain yellow notebook does not look like an exquisite piece of art worthy of Han Yi spending six figures on it, but that happens to be its value.

Everyone knows Shakespeare's sonnets, but no one sees him meditating in his wooden house in Stratford-upon-Avon.

It is also the spark of hope that lights up the road to human progress.

One of the key reasons why Marvel's superhero movies are so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people is that the screenwriter spares no effort to patiently outline the ordinary moments before the hero becomes a hero in half an hour.

The second half of the notebook is clean and has almost no alterations, especially the final part of the harmony arrangement. Although the writing is a bit crooked, each part is listed very clearly, making it clear at a glance. In stark contrast, the first half is clearly in the early stages of creation, and can be called a ghost painting. After many paragraphs were written, Freddy crossed out entire paragraphs and added his new inspirations in the blank spaces. I don’t know whether it’s because of excitement or clumsy hands and feet, but many of the lyrics written with blue pen are blurred. Not only are they not clear, but other parts that were originally clear are also blurred to the point of being very blurry.

Therefore, every cent and cent of Han Yi's US$57 was well spent. Although it seems now that Shakespeare is a literary giant, Beethoven is a master of classical music, and Freddie Mercury is just a slightly more outstanding rock singer in modern society, if stretched to a longer time scale Looking at it, Freddie Mercury, like Shakespeare and Beethoven, will become - as Madison Beer once compared when talking by candlelight in the One apartment - in the passage of time, those who come after will be traced back. Going up the stream, you can see the spiritual beacon at a glance.

The current transaction price is 180,000, but what about two hundred or three hundred years from now? This unique handwriting will surely become a truly priceless treasure that transcends the scope of modern pop music and music copyright protection.

During this trip to London, the gifts Han Yi chose for the four girls were all rare treasures that were not afraid of the erosion of the sands of time and could last forever and be passed down from generation to generation. Although he is the youngest, Madison Beal, who works in the same industry as Freddie Mercury, understands the value of this gift better than anyone else. She browsed every page of the notebook with great concentration. Under her slightly trembling eyelashes, there was a pair of sincere and loving eyes.

"'I am an electronic shark'... This lyric was deleted. The replacement should be 'I am a shooting star', right? Haha, this seems more funny, 'I am a bullet shot from a pistol'. Fortunately, in the end That’s not what the version says, otherwise I might be too embarrassed to sing it.”

After flipping through several other singles of "Jazz", Madison's eyes lingered for a long time between the drafts of "Don't Stop Me Now". She also took the remaining pages of the manuscript that Han Yi bought, put them together, compared them with relish, and made comments from time to time.

"I'm made of hot stuff? This...it seems like there's nothing in the lyrics that matches this sentence, it doesn't rhyme...Which paragraph in the final version do you think this was replaced with?"

"Maybe... I'm not sure." Looking around the crossed-out lyrics, Han Yi gave an honest answer, "To be honest, after buying it, I didn't take it apart. I’ve seen it here for the first time.”

"Oh, then I have to thank you, Mr. Han... for leaving me the first time."

Madison quickly pecked Han Yi on the left cheek, smiling so triumphantly that his eyes curled up like crescent moons.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back." Madison, who succeeded in one attack, quickly changed the subject, "'I'll do what I want whenever I want to', this sentence is not good either, it should be deleted. The following words... ...Well, the following sentence is a bit pity, 'I wanna send a supersonic message to you', it feels smoother than 'I wanna make a supersonic man out of you'. And in this way, it will look better when connected with the following lyrics. It’s more reasonable…”

Speaking to himself, Madison glanced at Han Yi from the corner of her eye, who was still a little dazed by her sneak attack, and a sly smile appeared on her lips. Then, she touched the other person with her elbow and asked softly: "Okay, I won't mess around anymore, Yi, and I will be good next time."

"This is a guarantee that I find hard to believe." Han Yi grinned. If his face were a piece of paper, the distrust in his expression would have been so strong that it could penetrate the back of the paper.

Every time he was alone, he would find an opportunity to sneak up on him, which reminded Han Yi of the kitten he had raised in his previous life. He always wanted to lick him twice with his little tongue full of barbs.

It is impossible to change it, you can only relax your mind and let it happen.

"I swear...this is the biggest standard we have today." Madison tightened the five fingers of Han Yi's left hand and winked at him delicately, "As long as you, I will answer all questions."

"As long as you don't ask questions you can't answer, I'll answer them."

“What counts as an unanswerable question?”

"For example..." Han Yi glanced at Madison, who looked inexplicably excited and expectant, and swallowed his original answer abruptly, "For example, my credit card password, because my credit card does not have a password... Oh fuck."

Knowing that Han Yi deliberately told a joke to lighten the atmosphere, and also knowing that there was a truth in his joke that he was holding back, Madison still laughed heartily and cooperated, bumping his head twice on the other person's shoulder. To express her approval of this self-deprecation.

"Don't worry, I won't ask this type of question. I still have enough money, and if I don't have enough money, you should be the one who is more anxious than me." Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Madison tilted her head and responded wittily, "The question I want to ask has something to do with the gift you gave me."

"Really?" Although Tracy McGrady said this, Han Yi still did not lower his guard. Having dealt with the Changdao girl too many times, he instinctively felt that the former's purpose was not so simple and pure.

After all, if Madison really wanted to know more details about this gift, she would have just listened quietly to Han Yi's explanation.

"Yes, it has something to do with the gift... Of course, to a certain extent, it also has something to do with me."

Madison's fingertips flicked dexterously on the back of Han Yi's hand, and he pondered for a moment before continuing to ask.

"You know I love 'Don't Stop Me Now,' but do you know when did I first fall in love with this song?"

(End of this chapter)