George stared at Lan Li in front of him, but he didn't know what to do with Lan Li. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He's a stubborn personality who never knows how to turn a corner, and would rather hit his head and bleed, but obviously, Lan Li is the same.

In this face-to-face confrontation, George finally lost the battle, hung his head, drooped his shoulders, took a sullen sip from his wine glass, and all the edges seemed to disappear in an instant.

This is only the second meeting between Lan Li and George, and each meeting is very short, and it may not add up to more than a quarter of an hour, but he can still feel George's loss, and the lion with teeth and claws suddenly becomes excited, which makes people unbearable.

However, Lan Li does not intend to choose to compromise out of sympathy and pity, he is not Jesus Christ.

Lan Li looked up at Neil, "Has Ed been to the bar lately?"

"......" Neil only had time to open his mouth, and before his voice could come out, he was viciously cut off by George, "If you care, contact Ed directly." ”

George is not such an easy person to defeat, otherwise he would not have stubbornly waited in the pioneer village for four months, he turned and looked at Lan Li persistently again, "Ed will come over every once in a while to perform, to accumulate experience in live performance, and at the same time to draw inspiration for creation. He's not a genius creator, but he's a brilliant storyteller. This is his merit. ”

Lan Li nodded in agreement.

But then George changed his words, "I don't understand, why you just don't want to record an album?" After only two sentences, George still didn't hold back and went back to the original point.

Lan Li couldn't help but laugh, and met George's gaze with a smile, "I don't think I'm a genius, music is just a hobby for me." This is New York, where there are tons of great indie music, and I'm sure you'll find a lot of great singers who love music. ”

George could tell that Lan Li was serious. This made him feel a strong sense of frustration, and it was really uncomfortable, and the anger that hated iron and steel was violently stirring in his chest, if he was ten years younger, he should have directly waved his fist and taught the young man in front of him a good lesson.

"Because what I want to make is your music. George said earnestly, his voice was even a little eager, because he was too anxious, the whiskey in his hand spilled some, and the amber alcohol spilled on the table, but he didn't notice it at all, and looked at Lan Li with burning eyes, "Your music has a vicissitudes of life and moving power, just like ......"

George thought about it and tried to find the right words, "Seeing through the meaning of time and space, it is like experiencing death and regaining life." That kind of power is innate, and that's why music is so moving, it's different from other art forms, it shows the color of the soul. It cannot be created out of nothing, nor can it be forcibly eliminated. ”

Rebirth.

Lan Li's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, the fingers holding the beer glass became slightly wet, he brought the beer glass to his mouth, and took a big sip, the smoked alcohol was bitter on the tip of his tongue. It turns out that music really comes from the soul.

George didn't notice Lan Li's subtle anomaly, and said sincerely and attentively, "If you're willing to record an album, I promise that I won't let those commercial elements corrupt your music." ”

"In this market, there are too many music that compromises with the times, bows to the trend, and moves closer to interests. What I want to record is a real, pure, heartfelt sound. George's cloudy eyes flashed with eager anticipation, "So, there will be no commercial publicity, and there will be no pressure on sales." It's just about making an album with all your heart. ”

In George's body, Lan Li saw Stanley Charleson as well as himself.

For Lan Li, music is just a hobby, a leisure time, an interest in passing the time and expressing emotions, from childhood to adulthood. Even now that "Cleopatra" has achieved such excellent results on the billboard, Lan Li didn't pay much attention to it, and it was a gift to Stanley.

He's not a singer and won't be. He's an actor and always has been.

He is willing to lie in a coffin for eight hours in order to be "buried alive", which is his insistence on acting, but he will not pour such strong and hot emotions into any other hobby.

George and he are the same kind of people.

Lan Li is well aware of how rare George's promise is, as if "love is crazy", and no company is willing to invest, not even independent film companies, because they need to make a profit. George, like Drake, needed to not only use his connections but also pay out of his own pocket in order to deliver on his promises, just to make his dreams come true.

Lan Li also clearly knows that for four months, four full months, perseverance through rain or shine, can even glimpse George's long and magnificent life - not to win the Grammys, not to sell albums, not to revive music, just to protect the last pure land in the depths of his heart, born for music.

Lan Li knows more clearly that such a pure dreamer has no room to survive in this cruel real society.

To be more precise, Lan Li saw his future in George. At the very least, he hoped that it was his future, and that he could persevere unswervingly, even fanatically, on the path he had chosen, all the way to the end of his life, burning out the last bit of passion in his soul, and then returning to silence.

When he stopped loving his dreams, it was the end of his life. Only freedom and dreams can be lived up to.

For him, acting is a dream, and for George, music is a dream. The difference, that's all.

"Good. Lan Li nodded in agreement.

George was stunned, and looked at Lan Li directly, as if he didn't hear Lan Li's answer clearly, but he didn't ask, he just looked at Lan Li intently, lest if he opened his mouth, he would ruin the magical moment just now.

This look became fragile because of too much anticipation, began to doubt because it was too excited, and remained motionless because it was too joyful, and the emotions were really too turbulent, and they pressed heavily on Lan Li's chest. He didn't know if he could afford this rich and burning dream, but he knew that he was never alone on the road to chasing his dream.

That's true at Sundance, and it's true with George in front of him.

Originally, Lan Li only agreed impulsively, but now, he became sure. "I just said, okay. Lan Li smiled and repeated again.

A wave of ecstasy swept over, George was a little at a loss, looked around in a panic, picked up the wine glass, wanted to take a sip, but put it down directly, the dazed look, so sincere, so pure, and so moving.

Lan Li took another sip of beer, the smoky taste was still bitter, but after swallowing, it was tinged with sweetness.

"What do you want?" George finally remembered, his eyes widened and his face bloomed with a look that had never been seen before.

"Copyright share?Rejection of commercial activities?Rejection of unreasonable demands from producers?Participation in the creation and production of music?Prohibition of misuse for commercial purposes?Prohibition of overly commercial packaging?Reasonable recording scheduling? I know, I know, you are an actor, I will arrange my time reasonably, and it will never disturb your normal work. ”

As he spoke, George immersed himself in his own world, chattering like a child, and then, he raised his head again and looked at Lan Li seriously, "What do you want?" ”

Lan Li couldn't help but laugh, raised the half-empty beer glass in his hand, and flipped it over slightly, "I thought it was all about music. ”

George was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Yes, yes." Nodding his head again and again, "It's all about music." ”

He just wanted to make a real folk album, putting aside all the commercial considerations, putting aside all the marketing plans, and focusing single-mindedly and intently on the music. Even if he can't sell a copy after the recording is finished, he doesn't care.

He just wants to rediscover his inner passion for music. It's been a long time since I've felt this feeling.

"You give me the business card of your agent, the specific contract, and the record company and other trivial matters, I will contact him directly. As a veteran producer, George naturally understands the production process very well. It can be seen that Lan Li is also a very pure person, and he will not be interested in these delicate things.

Lan Li raised his beer glass towards George and smiled widely, "That couldn't be better." ”

George also picked up his wine glass, gestured to Lan Li, raised his head and poured the whole glass of whiskey directly, and after drinking, he put the wine glass heavily on the bar, proud and energetic.

Lan Li also drank the beer dryly, and George's eager voice came from his ears, "Then when can we enter the recording studio?"

Sure enough, it's acute.

"Uh...... I'm not sure, after the Oscars. Lan Li really didn't have any ideas, he was on vacation recently, and he didn't have the urge to disrupt his plans, and he was going to be busy with a series of awards season banquets, and then the Oscars, so in the short term, he really didn't have any ideas.

George couldn't help choking, but this time, he didn't get angry, just comforted himself in a low voice, "Recording an album requires preparing tracks, and you need to take your time." ”

For a musician like Lan Li who insists on his own originality, recording an album really can't be rushed, and just selecting tracks requires enough patience.

"Do you insist on recording the repertoire you created now?" George changed the subject, but at random he saw Lan Li's paused expression, he immediately knew that the answer was definitely no, which made George feel very upset, "Didn't I tell you last time?

My heart hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.