The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 551 Brainstorming
Anson was seriously thinking about whether he should go out to eat a bagel and drink a cup of coffee before coming back to clock in. It shouldn't matter... right?

At this time, Anson noticed the sight and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

There was clearly a trace of nervousness, panic and fear in the eyes of the fat man with a round face, just like a seven-year-old child who saw his parents quarreling.

Anson was stunned, "They were not arguing."

The little fat man's eyes were full of confusion: What are you talking about?
Although the little fat man didn't speak, the expression in his eyes was clear.

The scene in front of me is looking more and more like a scene from "Married Life," not the later TV series version, but the six-hour version from 1973 by Ingmar-Bergman.

Anson cleared his throat, "This is called a professional discussion. Although they seem to want to strangle each other now, believe me, everything is for professionalism."

aside——

"I question your aesthetic sense!"

"Considering The Beatles as a classic, I question your expertise!"

"Why is classical music so noble?"

"I haven't attacked pop music for being superficial, so what are you doing here with low self-esteem?"

After one or two sentences, it turned into a personal attack.

The smile slowly stiffened at the corner of Anson's mouth, almost unbearable.

Moreover, Anson could also see the twitching corners of the little fat man's mouth. He must have worked very hard to hold back his laughter, and the scene was about to collapse.

then.

Anson moved the coffee in his hand forward, "Coffee?"

grunt.

The little fat man glanced at the coffee and swallowed subconsciously. You could notice that he glanced at the excitement nearby with his peripheral vision.

With that look, he was clearly counting heads, trying to see whether if he took away a cup of coffee, someone in the recording studio would not be able to get coffee.

Anson saw this scene in his eyes, but did not remind him——

Little Fatty is actually not young at all. He is not a doll with arms like lotus roots and a smile like a mural. He is a young man in his early twenties with a light green stubble on his chin. He should be older than Anson.

If it was not clear before, then this action will tell you now. He should have experienced a period of social life, and the time was not short, so he knows the rules of survival in the office.

——Six cups.

Anson bought a total of six cups of coffee, and he bought an extra cup. It didn't matter even if he gave the little fat man one cup, no one would be affected.

After scanning his eyes, the little fat man finally confirmed that he had an extra cup of coffee.

A smile crept up to the corner of his mouth, and the little fat man looked up, "Can I have a latte?" As he said this, he pursed his lips, as if he was already greedy.

However, before Anson could respond, he was rudely interrupted.

"Anson!"

Dustin noticed Anson's voice and shouted like thunder.

"You wrote the music. What's your opinion on how the arrangement should be done?"

Brush brush.

All eyes were turned to Anson, who picked up the coffee in his hand to signal.

Dustin rolled his eyes dejectedly, "Is coffee important now?"

Anson said unhurriedly, "Of course it's important. I see that you two have consumed too much energy. Now you are both hypoglycemic. You are not fluent in the quarrel. Your thoughts are not clear enough. You should add some sugar."

Dustin:…

Miles: ...One second there was tension, and the next second the tense atmosphere was gone.

Anson looked at the coffee in his hand with a look of regret on his face. He turned around and handed the coffee to the little fat man, "There is a latte in it, but I don't remember which one it is."

fatty:? ? ? Hey, hey, hey, wait, what do you mean?
Lily, who had been looking for an opportunity to interrupt but couldn't find the opportunity, lowered her head and pursed her lips and snickered, while Connor let out a long breath and warmly welcomed Anson's appearance.

Anson did not reply to the little fat man. He turned around and stood up straight, facing the eyes of Dustin and Miles. He did not say any more and went straight to the topic.

“From an arrangement perspective, I also wanted to keep the song light.”

"The song 'Please wake me up when September is over' was mixed with many emotions when it was created, and was mixed into the simplest and most simple words as much as possible."

"Of course, we can make the song grand and grand; but this will make the rich and delicate emotions of the song itself swallowed up by the instruments."

"Miles, the fundamental reason why our performance can move the audience is the emotional connection, not the complexity of the arrangement."

"Arrangement is not a goal, but a bridge to reach the final goal. 'Long Live Life' should be grand, but 'Please Wake Me Up When September Ends' should be simple."

Miles mused.

Dustin raised his chin and showed a smile. He was indeed right about Anson.

However, Anson's words did not end.

"But from an album level, different instruments create different atmospheres. It's not just the cello. A series of classical instruments appear in different positions to change the temperament of the song. This is also the color of our album."

"If you keep the arrangement simple, then 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' is just an ordinary punk song. I don't mean to say that punk is bad; but is this song still necessary to be on the album? Maybe next time ?”

"If it were just arranged with guitars, drums and keyboards, the song would not match the tone of the entire album. If it were to be forced into the album, it would look out of place and even destroy the integrity of the album."

"There is a question here. What kind of band are we and what style of album are we making? This is the main premise."

This time, Dustin was deep in thought.

Miles shook his head, "No, the lyrics of this song fit the album perfectly and we should keep them."

Anson snapped his fingers, "I think so too."

Dustin looked at Anson, and Miles looked at Anson. After Anson went around in circles, why did he return to the starting point, so what's the solution?

Dustin stuck to his character as always and rolled his eyes without covering up or covering up, "The good guys and the bad guys all let you steal the show by yourself without telling any reason why, so what should we do?"

However, Anson gave up and turned to look at the little fat man who was staring at the coffee cup with a troubled face and sad eyes, trying to sniff out the real culprit of the latte.

"Excuse me, why is he here?"

Only then did Dustin realize that there was an irrelevant outsider here, "Ryan, I thought you had left."

The little fat man immediately turned around, straightened his back, and tried his best to pretend to be calm and not smelling the coffee. "Oh, you just said you would bring me the mother-of-pearl, but you never gave it to me, so..."

Dustin slapped his forehead, "Damn it, look at my terrible memory, he's Timbaland's assistant, come here and get a copy of the master tape."

As he spoke, Dustin turned around and started rummaging around.

"I'm sorry, I thought I gave it to you, oh God, what the hell was I doing."

Unexpectedly, Anson looked at the little fat man and asked, "What do you think?"

The little fat man blinked, "Me?"

Anson nodded, "We are brainstorming, collision of different inspirations, it is always good to have more ideas."

Not only the little fat man, but Miles and the others also looked at him with surprise on their faces.

The little fat man who was trying to find the latte suddenly became the focus of the audience. Even Dustin stopped his movements with a look of astonishment. He looked at Anson and then at the little fat man. He didn't know what to do for a moment. How to speak.

Little Fatty: Well, can he escape from the scene with the pot lid on his head?
(End of this chapter)