The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 552: Nameless Fatty
Lily was puzzled and called out, "Anson..."

The reason why their music is difficult to produce is because they have been trying new things. They have never been favored by record companies in the past. In the final analysis, they themselves have not found a balance point. This shows how difficult production is. It is the same now when they enter the album production stage. They must feel their way across the river.

Perhaps, the only one who can be believed is Anson. After all, everything originated from Anson, and the band, album, etc. evolved into reality.

Naturally, Anson is the soul of the band, and only Anson can give the answer to the dispute between Miles and Dustin.

But now Anson was leaving such a discussion to a random stranger?
It's not that they're worried about leaking secrets or anything, it's mainly that they don't think a fat guy can say anything wise.

Is this really good?
The little fat man hesitated for a moment——

Should he speak?

Or should I politely express that I know nothing and then quietly become invisible?

In the moment of hesitation, the little fat man saw the encouragement and expectation in Ansen's eyes. He was a little surprised, but before he could distinguish it, an impulse burst out of his cocoon.

Like a butterfly.

“Why not try using the cello as the lead instrument?”

Subconsciously, Miles looked at Anson. Obviously, the little fat man had exactly the same idea as Anson, but Miles still looked at the little fat man and continued.

"However, this will completely change the style of the song. It will no longer be rock or pop. To be honest, I don't know what genre it will be."

The little fat man scratched his head, and the courage he had just mustered up was discouraged again——

In Timbaland's producer studio, he is not only an assistant, but also has been learning the knowledge of arranger, lyricist and producer.

But the point is, in the blink of an eye, almost two years later, he is still a small assistant. In the process of assisting Timbaland's producer, his opinions are not always heard, which makes him suspicious. .

Perhaps, he is not as gifted and talented as he thought.

It's the same thing in front of me.

He is an outsider and a stranger. It would be offensive to point fingers here. When he encounters a little doubt, his heart will become more and more shaken.

So, should he continue?

Subconsciously, he still responded.

"I, I don't know either."

"I just thought about using strings as the main melody to increase the quality of the rhythm. I could even use the piano playing as the beat of the drum set to run through it. While ensuring the simplicity of the arrangement, I would also use the characteristics of the instrument to achieve resonance, and finally create a more beautiful song. Dramatic aural effects.”

"Of course, keep the chords simple to avoid ruining the emotional delivery of the song itself."

This is indeed a brand new idea——

But as the little fat man spoke, he became less and less confident and emboldened. As he spoke, he observed the expressions of everyone in the recording studio, fearing that if he accidentally said the wrong thing, he would be kicked out on the spot.

What about his latte?
Miles and Dustin exchanged glances. Countless thoughts were colliding in their minds, and they didn't know how to express them for a moment.

Finally, Miles looked at Anson.

Anson lightly shrugged, "I think so, why should you put shackles on yourself? Rock? Pop? Folk? Or something else?"

"From the beginning, our band's style has been trying to break the framework, but in the end we put the shackles on ourselves. Why bother?"

"I mean, people are always trying to define us and simply put labels on us, and when we break the mold, we become a 'break the mold' band, so much so that we have to break the mold every time, but ,why?"

"Our music is a genre. Whether we break the routine or follow the routine, we should insist on completing our creativity according to our own ideas and not let any shackles block our inspiration."

"We have some ideas and creativity, so let's try it boldly. This is why we met and why we are standing here."

"What do you think?" There was some silence in the recording studio, and everyone looked at each other.

Dustin murmured carefully: Don't be trapped in the "dare to break the routine" routine.

Thoughts, surging.

When he looked up at Anson again, he had a better understanding of this young man, and a long-lost excitement and excitement surged and burned in his chest.

"Then let's try it," Dustin said.

Anson agreed.

Then, Anson looked at the little fat man, "Are you in a hurry?"

The little fat man was a little confused, unable to keep up with the rhythm at all, and shook his head in confusion.

Anson smiled and said, "If you don't mind, we can try it out together. Have you ever produced an album?"

The little fat man nodded repeatedly, and then shook his head again, "I have participated in some, but all in the form of an assistant, Jennifer Lopez, Beyoncé, etc. I know how the recording studio works."

Slightly nervously, he opened up all his bottom like a bamboo tube pouring beans——

However, Miles and others all showed surprise, because none of the names that the little fat man mentioned casually were unknown people.

Sure enough, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the City of Sound.

"Wood. Anson-Wood."

The little fat man looked at Anson's generously extended right hand, blinked his eyes, and was stunned for a full second before he reacted, and stood up quickly——

Just as he was about to shake hands, he took back his right hand and wiped his sweat on his pants. Then he took Anson's right hand with both hands and greeted him solemnly.

"Ryan-Tedder."

In 2000, Ryan Tedder won the national television songwriting competition, which strengthened Ryan's belief in pursuing music. At the age of , he dropped out of college, joined a record company, and began preparing an album.

While recording the album, he studied under Timbaland to become a producer.

In the future, everything is bright.

Until the day when I hit a wall.

The record company declared bankruptcy.

This is the entertainment industry. Companies are established every day, and more companies close down every day. Countless dreams and lives are forever buried in the dark ruins.

The album that Ryan spent two and a half years producing and recording was stillborn and never saw the light of day.

In the past two and a half years, I have had no additional income, relying solely on Ryan to write lyrics and music for others, and working as a producer assistant for Timbaland. I can barely make ends meet, and I have stumbled along until now.

I can't see tomorrow, I can't see the future, I'm just holding on.

"Two and a half years" sounds easy and simple to say, but only by actually experiencing it day and night can you realize what kind of pain it is; but in a blink of an eye, two and a half years of hard work is gone.

Overnight, I hit rock bottom.

Everyone says that opportunities are everywhere in Hollywood, and the key is whether you can seize them.

Until today, Ryan believed:

Looking at Anson with a smile in front of him, Ryan still had no sense of reality. His steps were deeper and shallower, as if he were standing on the clouds. It was difficult to tell whether this was a dream or reality. However, he had no time to organize his thoughts and followed Anson's footsteps in a daze. Open another door to a whole new world.

(End of this chapter)