Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 28 28.Amazing day
evening.

Apartment, Rust House.

Beside the desk in the bedroom, Dean slowly drew five parallel lines on the rolled out A4 white paper while flipping through "Fundamentals of Music Theory".

"A talented creator? Are you kidding me? Didn't you just learn a numbered notation in music class, when did you become a master composer again?"

Rust on the sofa muttered in despair,

"It's over, I patted my chest and assured the band that you are 100% trustworthy...If this happens, they will definitely think I'm a liar...Worried that I'm cheating on Britney's feelings...Forcibly break up..."

"Imagination is very rich." Dean said without raising his head, "You will know when the finished product comes out, and be careful not to be shocked."

Dean couldn't hide this matter. After all, to sign the contract, he had to be there in person. Why couldn't he just find a ready-made master composer to pretend?
Dean is an out-and-out music industry layman.My vocal girlfriend in my previous life hummed European and American golden songs every day, including famous songs by music stars:
Dean was tired of hearing it.

What the Martians Bruce Marno, Taylor Swift, Coldplay, Bon Jovi…

He knows every word and every tune clearly. There are about twenty songs, and there are hundreds of melodies that he has heard repeatedly. He needs to spend a lot of time to recall slowly.

At present, he is entangled in which one should he choose from the twenty songs?
But it is only 80 years now, and the preferences of the audience are bound to be different from those 40 years later.

The popular songs of later generations may not be popular in this era, and may even be completely buried, such as some divine comedies with poisonous melodies.

And it can’t be too advanced. Songs that involve a lot of electronic music and advanced technology modification, such as Bieber’s Despacito, are not mature now, and may not be perfectly presented, and the audience may not necessarily buy it.

Secondly, Dean only intends to copy songs first to try to earn the first pot of gold. It is not suitable to choose songs that are too famous and have great influence, such as MJ's thriller and Bon Jovi's it's my life, which are world-class rocks.

Third, according to the requirements of Good Morning, exclude Bruce, soul, and rap.

So his choice is to look for various rocks with good reputation and characteristics, but limited influence.

Time passed quietly.

The sun goes down, the nightlife starts, and the gorgeous neon lights of Las Vegas outside the window start to flash again,
The light from the window fell on Dean's intent face like a slowly rising rainbow, and he opened and closed his mouth in mumbles as scraps crawled around the desk.

"Guns N' Roses don't cry, it's not appropriate at this stage..."

"Coldplay's viva la vida? No, how to explain the motivation of the song..."

"Adam Lambert's version of mad world? The influence is not small, it's not worth it."

"yellow, with a touch of psychedelic love, the idea also matches my skin color, and it can be used as a creative motivation. But giving it to Good Morning is tantamount to shooting mosquitoes with cannons!"

"Amazing day, why do I like Coldplay so much? The accompaniment is simple, suitable for good morning, and the popularity of songs is not as good as the previous ones, you can consider..."

"obstacles?"

"Hey, what are you writing about?"

Ruster picked up a piece of white paper beside the desk, on which was drawn a stave and a few incomplete notes, and there was only one word in his eyes—garbage.

"You can understand after I write it out? You haven't listened carefully in music class, have you?" Dean squinted at him, "Go back to the living room and continue practicing uppercuts! I'll check the progress later."

"I hate you!"

Since then, apart from his daily study and training, Dean has spent all his time in the bedroom, trying to convert the music in his head into scores.

During the period, Ruster's mother, Grace, who hardly saw anyone at night, also entered the house and looked curiously, and brought them fresh fruits and various snacks, as well as an acoustic guitar that Dean urgently needed.

But not overly intrusive.

Rust, who lacks the care of his father, has always been cowardly, inferior, and unmanly.

But recently, his back has straightened and he has become more confident. Last week, he even got his face bruised from a fight, and he finally looks like a boy born in Alaska.

Grace saw this change and felt very relieved, and all this was due to his only good friend Dean, and she was naturally very satisfied with Dean.

……

During the whole day of Thursday night + Friday free time, Dean played the guitar, hummed, composed music and wrote lyrics without sleeping and eating. His brain was filled with notes, and finally he managed to come up with a guitar score and a stave.

After repeated checks several times, after confirming that there are no obvious musical errors.

He smiled contentedly, plucked the guitar strings with his fingers, and played a melody that lasted 20 seconds.

"What song is this? It's different from the messy tune before, it's very nice!"

Rust, who was lying on the bed reading a book, jumped up in surprise, and then his face changed,
"Wait, don't tell me this is a work you spent two days writing?"

Dean flicked the ink-stained stave at him, hooked the strings again,

"Are you a musical genius? You can't copy a good song so quickly, can you?"

"Dude, you witnessed my entire creative process from start to finish, did I copy Ghost?"

Dean was full of air when he spoke, and there was no trace of guilt on his cheeky face.

"What's the name of that song?"

"There's no rush. You'll know when the time comes." Dean thought for a while. It's too slow to register the copyright now, and it will take a lot of time. He might as well come up with some simple ways to protect this first-time song.

"I'm going to the Vegas post office and post something!"

"By the way, take the Nikon and take some video data for me later."

……

everything's ready.

Sunny Saturday morning.

Dean and Rust set off in their beloved F150, first picked her up at Britney's house, and then came to the parking lot outside the gate of Nevada High School. It happened that the four members of the Good Morning Band got out of a Chevrolet in casual clothes.

A middle-aged man with a suit and tie, black-rimmed glasses and a briefcase followed behind them.

Slightly chubby, with a round face and small eyes, there is an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Rast, Britney, Dean, this is the band's manager and lawyer, Mr. Robert Wilson. He is in charge of arranging activities for the band and issues of song copyright." Liam introduced the middle-aged man grandly After reading it again, the man gave the three of them a friendly smile, but he couldn't hide his perfunctory smile. He obviously didn't care about negotiating with the three and a half teenagers.

The four members of the band kept looking behind the three of Dean, as if they were looking for someone, but no one found them, and their faces darkened.

"Dean, did we have bad luck today?" Kadi sighed with twitching cheeks, "That creative master doesn't want to reward him?"

"No, no, some of you have misunderstood." Dean glanced slowly across the four disappointed faces and Robert's plaintive face, puffed up his chest slightly, "The creator is standing in front of you, and has brought new song!"

"Wang Defa, do you mean that you wrote the song yourself?" Noah, who had a fiery temper, realized the truth, with a face full of disbelief, and glared at Dean angrily, "A nerd created rock? Why did you trick us here?" ? You're wasting our time!"

"Desecrate our new friendship!"

Without changing his face, Dean shook the folder in his hand,

"Are you sure you don't want to read the work before drawing conclusions?"

"I swear..." Ruster pleaded, sticking his neck. "Dean has been staying at my house for the past two days and finished the score on a guitar. I've heard it, and it's better than most of the garbage that's on the radio!"

"What we want is a masterpiece, not a toy for a newcomer to boast about. Haven't you heard that Rome wasn't built in a day, what masterpiece can be written in just a few days?" Kadi covered his face and looked at Dean displeased, "Dude , do you deserve Good Morning's trust?"

Liam's face became ugly and his eyes were not kind.

Britney pursed her lips and turned pale.

The atmosphere at the scene became very tense.

Instead, the agent watched Dean with interest.

, was attacked by the words of his peers, but there was no reaction on his face, with a calmness beyond his age.

Either arrogant, or really a little real.

Now he was a little more interested.

"Shut up, don't talk!" Caroline, who was dressed stylishly in a black vest and jeans, took a deep look at Dean, "We are not racists, and we have always had a good impression of Chinese Americans—hardworking, down-to-earth, I I believe you won’t fool your friends with random rubbish, let’s go, go to the nearby coffee shop to have a chat, and let everyone appreciate your masterpiece by the way.”

"Noah, go get the guitar from the car."

……

The sun climbed further into the middle of the sky, baking the skin with scorching heat.

coffee shop.

Under the parasol on the balcony on the second floor.

Ruster and Britney were whispering next to each other and enjoying a matcha cake, while Dean was sitting by himself, basking in the sun leisurely with his arms folded.

No matter how much nonsense there is, it is better to show strength.

Dean handed the guitar tab directly to the band, and the five of them stirred coffee with ice across from him.

The girl was holding the guitar score, holding the guitar in her arms, stroking the blond hair by her ear with her slender fingers, lost in thought, and the band manager was also reading the score.

"Amazing day? It's a good name, and I hope it can surprise us."

The sun was shining on her fair and flawless side face, and the blond hair reflected the dazzling brilliance, as beautiful as a statue.

Dean relaxed and enjoyed the scene.

"How long have you been learning to write songs?" Noah looked at him with provocative eyes, "Why have I never heard of you, or any of your masterpieces?"

"I started writing after I entered Nevada High School." Dean rambled nonsense without any burden. "It's been two years now, and I wrote more than a dozen songs, but none of them were published. There is only one unknown person. Naturally, you haven't heard of it."

puff!
Ruster, who listened with his ears up, took a sip of his coffee, his face turned red from suppressed laughter, and Britney quickly patted him on the back.

"Two years..." Carty sighed, "Our band has been established since junior high school, and it's been five years... So far, none of our works are qualified to release an album."

"Isn't Good Morning popular at the school concert? The students are crazy about you."

Dean asked.

The faces of the three male musicians suddenly turned black,
"Are you mocking us? How many boys and girls in the school really understand music? They just join in the fun. As long as it has nothing to do with hard study and represents rebellion, they are crazy obsessed with it."

Liam explained, and then asked,

"By the way, since you said you wrote more than a dozen songs, what level is this song among them?"

Dean rolled his eyes and decided to brag,
"To be honest, this song is of average quality among all my works."

Forehead…

For a moment, everyone in the band stiffened their expressions and moved their lips because of the extreme sense of absurdity, but facing the calm and calm Dean, they really had nothing to say.

The balcony on the second floor fell into a strange dead silence for a moment.

"Have you heard this guy's declaration? He gave us works of barely quality!" Noah's mocking voice broke the silence, and the cockscomb head began to shake comically.

"Dean, I'm curious what gave you confidence?"

Dean was silent.

"Caroline, what are you waiting for! Play the worst piece of this great composer's work and listen to it... Open everyone's eyes!"

"Is this song suitable for male vocals?"

Caroline, who had just finished analyzing the long prelude, raised her eyes when she entered the lyrics section, completely ignoring the clamor of her teammates.

"Didn't you say that male voices are okay? Do you want to change it?" Dean frowned, "That will be after the anniversary."

"No, I feel...unexpectedly good." Caroline's words surprised the three male musicians, and they couldn't help but leaned over to her, looking at the guitar sheet music.

Caroline's slender fingers finally placed on the strings and plucked gently.

thump... thump... thump... thump, thump... thump... thump... thump...

The free and romantic prelude poured out from the strings and fingertips, like a beam of afternoon sunlight falling from the sky, sprinkled on the blue sea, and shining into the hearts of everyone.

Noah, who was still restless just now, suddenly quieted down, put away the carelessness on his face, and listened attentively.

The melody loops.

The voice became softer and softer.

The light traveled from the empty sea to the world full of fireworks.

Everyone in the Good Morning band couldn't help holding their breath, Britney took a bite of the cake and forgot to swallow it.

Ruster narrowed his eyes, the complete prelude firmly grasping his ears.

sat on the roof
Named every star
Shared every bruise and show every scar
Caroline's red lips are lightly parted, and her magnetic female voice depicts the night sky. Different from the deep and timeless original singer Chris Martin, her singing is a little more fresh and cheerful, and her singing is smoothed unconsciously. Seeing everyone's tightly frowning brows, his demeanor became relaxed, and his mood began to be joyful.

Hope has its proof
Your hand in my saying
Life has a beautiful, crazy design (The arrangement of fate is always beautiful and divine)

The positive melody and lyrics are different from the mainstream style in the United States, neither like the popular punk, nor like the noisy heavy metal rock.

It is simple, but hides moving details, exuding a sense of natural beauty.

Dean's eyes turned, Cardi, Liam, Noah, Britney...all were intoxicated by the singing.

He thought it was stable now.

Times seemed to say (Time seemed to tell us)
Forget the world and its weight
Caroline raised her tone——

……

"Stop!" The band's manager's roar interrupted the playing and singing, waking the audience out of that brief daydream, "The rest will be performed in another place!"

"Jesus! Go on, Caroline!" Noah complained as he stood up and beat the table vigorously, like a patient suffering from addiction, "Let me hear the best part!"

Not just him.

A listener who happened to pass by on the street under the balcony also left disappointed.

Behind the glass door, the waitress in the coffee shop who was standing and listening reluctantly turned around.

Ruster and Britney held the half-eaten cake with blurred eyes, as if they had just woken up from a nap.

Dean, a Nevada high school student?
Composer?

Is that still the same person I know?
……

Bassist Liam and guitarist Katie looked at each other with fanatical fire in their eyes.

The man in the suit stood up suddenly, rearranged his tie, walked up to Dean, and stretched out his hand to him enthusiastically.

"Dean? Let's get to know each other again. I'm the manager and lawyer of the Morning Band, Robert Wilson."

Dean shook hands with him calmly,

"It seems that everyone is satisfied with this song?"

"Dude, I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to make sure again..." Robert took a deep breath, suppressed his restlessness, and asked cautiously,

"You made this song by yourself, without any references involved?"

"Have you heard it from other places? I promise it is an independent creation!" Dean said,

"That's true. If a song of this quality is published, I will definitely have an impression. Is the copyright registered?"

"Isn't this just negotiating with you as soon as it was written?"

Dean was straightforward, but what he was thinking in his heart was that if the other party dared to have any crooked thoughts and embezzle the fruits of his labor, then he would definitely use "shadow" to make the other party pay ten times the price.

"With all due respect, you are a genius!"

wow——

Robert's evaluation was like detonating a bomb.

The band members immediately swarmed over.

"Dude, even if I've only heard half of it, I have a hunch it's going to be a hit!"

Liam was excited and emphasized, "This song must be given to us, it can help us win the Vegas singing competition!"

Dean was noncommittal.

"Sorry, I'm sorry for my offense at the beginning, I shouldn't have questioned you, I'm an out-and-out fool!"

Noah bowed with a flushed face, perhaps thinking Dean was Japanese,

"These lyrics are amazing and poetic. What I've written before is shit in comparison! Please, tell me how the hell I got these ideas?"

"That's right, it's full of poetry..." Carty praised without hesitation, "It reminds me of the British rock style... This song is a bit beyond the times. It should be unique in the current American rock music. It's hard not to think it's popular!"

Dean couldn't help laughing, this song is a work after 2000, which is 20 years ahead of the times.

I just don't know if fans of the 80s will buy it as much as this exciting band.

"Dean, come with us to the training base and have a good talk..." Robert leaned down and invited enthusiastically and sincerely, "Registration of copyright, transfer of songs, the process is not easy...but I guarantee that you will never suffer from the price!"

For a moment, Lambert wanted to keep this masterpiece for himself. How could a high school student play against veterans like them.

But he immediately abandoned this dangerous idea - the Chinese said that this song is only one of a dozen works.

As long as any one of them is not inferior to the quality of amazing day.

He has to do everything possible to win over this creative genius, and it is best to let him bind with his own band!

Coincidentally, this guy is also a newcomer, no agent, no lawyer!

……

"Let's go, buddy!"

Liam wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders affectionately, as if he had found a long-lost brother.

Caroline, who was holding the guitar, had sparkling eyes, as if looking at a glittering treasure house.

The attitude of everyone in Good Morning has changed drastically, and there is a bit of flattery in the intimacy.

I have been in obscurity in the music circle for too long.

People in Good Morning know very well how rare a good song is.

Dean felt that something was going well unexpectedly, and turned his questioning gaze to Ruster, who blinked at him frantically, and almost cracked his head to make him agree!

And Britney held her hands in front of her chest, with a hint of pleading on her face, she knew how difficult it is to be a good sister!

Ok.

This group of guys corrected when they knew their mistakes, and their attitude was not bad.

Dean nodded.

Start-up capital should be available.

"Come on guys, I've never been in a Chevrolet yet."

……

(End of this chapter)