You made me a superstar

Chapter 339 The Creator Next to the Piano
The chaotic images danced like petals in my mind.

It was as if a beating key opened doors one after another.

Inside the door there are whistles, piano sounds, and epic battle songs as loud as horns...

Then, when you want to get closer and touch the sounds inside the door, you find that they are only half-residual products with only "climaxes" or only fragments.

That was the incomplete memory of some works in the original world in Zhou Yang's mind.

He is not a genius, and he didn't understand music in the past. Although he is already an entry-level person and has a little gift from a traveler, even if he listened to "victory" N times like "Victory", he can't even remember most of the songs. Its score is completely memorized.

It has a lot of missing notes...

These notes are completely blank, Zhou Yang has no memory of this at all, and even if a certain scene or something triggers the switch to open the door like now, it will not help.

Some regrets, but Zhou Yang is not discouraged.

The tone and structure of each piece of music in memory has already been set.

It is equivalent to an incomplete article, but the central point, theme and writing direction are very clear and cannot be changed, and you only need to fill in some corresponding sentences according to the overall style of the article, and it can carry on the context, making it hard to see If there is a flaw in the style, if the creator is a little smarter, he can add his own thoughts to those supplementary sentences and carry out the so-called "secondary creation".

The gentle sunlight shines on the piano, the dark piano paint and the white keys shine brightly in the sunlight...

The breeze blows, blowing the complete score of "Those Years".

Zhou Yang didn't seem to realize it, just looked at the keys, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

Music theory, composition, instruments, tone...

Words about music echoed in Zhou Yang's mind.

That is the knowledge of music theory that Wu Zhenhong taught himself and the knowledge of music theory that he learned intentionally or unintentionally during this period.

He began to slowly file the memories and melodies in his mind according to their completeness, and tried to make these melodies and notes clear so that he could remember them.

Time is the least worth mentioning when Zhou Yang is immersed in something, just like when Zhou Yang was repairing that camera.

As long as you practice, it will be dawn.

Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang.

She felt that Zhou Yang was motionless like an old monk in meditation.

He seemed to be thinking.

Sometimes frowning, sometimes relieved, sometimes showing a bit of joyful smile, sometimes showing a bit of regret, as if sighing slightly.

She was actually sitting not too far away from her, it should be said to be very close.

But for some reason, she felt a transparent barrier blocking her and him.

It's not really quiet in the cafe.

There were discussions and noises upstairs, as well as the sounds of men and women in love coming out, and there were people talking vaguely outside the room, as if they were gathered outside the piano room...

Guan Tong looked at the clock on the wall.

The clock is ticking.

Half an hour has passed in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Zhou Yang's eyes, Guan Tong gradually became worried.

He sat motionless like this, no one knew how long he would have to sit, let alone whether there would be problems in all directions if he sat inexplicably as if his soul was lost.

But even though she was extremely worried, she didn't dare to disturb Zhou Yang. Sitting next to Zhou Yang, she even restrained her movements and became cautious.

There are still discussions outside the piano room.

Someone seemed to knock on the door tentatively, but was persuaded away by the lady proprietress of the coffee shop.

I vaguely heard someone asking if today is a "star show".

"Those Years" was sung really well, and it was very pleasant to the ear. The guests naturally heard it, and after listening to it, they were very curious.

Every weekend in the SPPD coffee shop, there will be performances every weekend. The proprietress has a big reputation and will invite some artists to sing, sometimes third- and fourth-tier artists, and some second-tier singers. These people will be called "stars".

The definition of star in this era is actually very vague, and it can also be said to be very cheap.

As long as you can sing, even some fans can be called stars.

Those who come to sing can't wait to open all the glass of the curtains to show their brightest side. The behavior of pulling the curtains up like this, the guests don't understand.

What are you doing so covertly?
Could it be that some first-line star was invited over?

The short-term turmoil gradually subsided under the persuasion of the proprietress.

After subsiding, Guan Tong's phone vibrated.

"Are you ready? Cai Lin will be here soon, I have an appointment with her today... There are a lot of fans coming in at the door."

Guan Tong glanced at Zhou Yang, then remained silent for a while: "He is Zhou Yang!"

The text message vibrated again.

No text, nothing else, just three "!!!" shock symbols.

After answering the text message, Guan Tong heard a sound beside the piano.

Zhou Yang, who was like an old monk in meditation, moved his body, and when he turned his head to look at Guan Tong, his face was somewhat apologetic: "Guan Dao, if it's convenient, can you tell the proprietress that I'm here today..."

"Ah?" Guan Tong was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

"I want to play something and write something, but I don't know how long it will take. Well, if it causes trouble or loss to the proprietress, I can compensate for a certain amount of damage..."

"You can write whatever you want, don't worry, the proprietress will not be angry, but..." Guan Tong subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door, his expression suddenly became weird.

The noise at the door seemed to be much quieter.

"what?"

"On the contrary, I will go crazy with excitement..."

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"Isn't Cai Lin performing today?"

"Why don't you let us sit here, we paid for it!"

"Yes! Why!"

"..."

Niu Li, the proprietress of SPPD Café, is naturally very sensible.

At this moment, she was extremely excited, and persuaded the VIP guests who were close to the piano glass room to move to other remote locations.

Although the guests stood up, they were very dissatisfied.

"Today, I will give free bills to everyone present! How much you drink and eat is free!"

Niu Li's brows were beaming with joy, her chubby face was almost smiling so hard that she couldn't see her eyes, she said this excitedly to the dissatisfied guests.

The guests naturally noticed the joy on the proprietress's face, and couldn't help but wonder: "Madam proprietress, today is your birthday?"

"Haha, it's my birthday, but I hope everyone will be a little quieter and let me have a quieter birthday."

Niu Li originally wanted to keep a sullen face, so as not to get too smug with her smile, and to maintain her ladylike and elegant personality.

But most of the time her emotions are out of her control.

She laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, and her character set had collapsed into a mess.

After answering this question, she immediately told the waiter to stay by the side of the piano room and not let anyone approach or disturb her.

The waiter nodded.

Facing the blessings of the guests, Niu Li accepted them with a smile, but still waved her hands to signal the guests to keep quiet, adding a bit of tranquility to the SPPD coffee shop.

Some guests believed it, and some guests looked at the glass room curiously, and they were keenly aware that there was definitely something extraordinary in that glass room.

After Niu Li finished all this, she walked towards the outside of the coffee shop immediately.

Cai Lin's fans gathered around the lobby of the coffee shop, looking forward to it. She hesitated for a moment, and then called Cai Lin's manager.

"Hey……"

"Miss Cai Lin's performance may have to be temporarily canceled due to something..."

"I will pay you the appearance fee."

"You're on your way, almost there?"

"This, sorry, can you..."

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In the box, because the line of the PA equipment was turned off, there was no sound in the box.

Cao Bangguo sat opposite John Williams, chatting with John Williams like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ok……

Reminiscing about the past is not appropriate.

Most of the time, Cao Bangguo was talking, while John Williams was listening, nodding occasionally, and talking about what happened in Cannes that year.

The two are actually not familiar with each other. In a sense, the two can only be regarded as a one-sided relationship.

In fact, John Williams couldn't remember what kind of intersections and topics he had with this Chinese director in Cannes that year.

He just agreed politely, his eyes flickered, but he lacked interest.

Cao Bangguo entrusted him with an elder in Hollywood who he could not refuse. The elder hoped that he could come to China to meet the director. The elder vaguely revealed that the remuneration this time would be amazing.

John Williams was actually a little disdainful in his heart.

In fact, Huaxia Film has always had a stereotype in his mind, that is, people who are stupid, have a lot of money and have no artistic taste, but they like to intervene in creation to show their talents.

"Let's read the script first."

The polite reminiscences annoyed John Williams so much that he finally put away his hypocritical smile and looked at Cao Bangguo.

"Little Jiang, tell Mr. John Williams about our movies and core..."

"it is good!"

John Williams looked at a young director next to him. Although the young director tried his best to express himself and revealed his resume in words, John Williams didn't feel anything.

There are not many famous directors in Hollywood directed by Hua Xia, and in his impression, there are only a few old-fashioned directors...

As for young directors.

It seems that there is only one Chinese named Zhou Yang?

James Bunter talked with him about Zhou Yang at the tea party a few days ago, and recommended him to watch Zhou Yang's movie.

John Williams was not interested.

"Struggle", "Saw", "Mine Bottom", "The Crow"...

He is really indifferent to such realistic-themed movies.

Django is introducing the plot and core selling points of "Nightwalker".

John Williams looked serious.

but……

Still not interested.

The script isn't bad, but...

There are not many good scripts in Hollywood, and it really can't bring him a sense of excitement.

Halfway through the hearing, he stood up, got up, put on a mask and hat, and went downstairs to go to the toilet.

While squatting next to the bathroom, he vaguely heard a very soft piano sound...

At first, I didn't care about it, nor was I interested.

But after listening to a few paragraphs, his expression unconsciously became serious.

(End of this chapter)