When Avril took off her headset and got up, Jerry was still composing his music. Jerry was really curious about Avril not singing "Who-Knows" or "Tongue-Tied", but only taking out "It-Matters-To-Me", a song by Faith Hill that reflects the emotions between men and women. Jerry wouldn't be surprised if Natalie Portman was to sing the song, on the contrary, it would be a better fit, because for a long time in the past year, he and Natalie have spent the Cold War in a Cold War fashion. For this song, Jerry is really curious about how Ravi will change it. Do you not change anything, just copy it as it is? It's not like Ravi's style. Thinking about "It-Matters-To-Me" and the emotional entanglement between him and Natalie Portman and others, Jerry put on the headset and fell into deep thought.

"Hey~ Mouse, it's here."

Avril nudged Jerry, who was composing the music, and then picked up her guitar case.

"Wait a minute." Jerry continued to draw a few strokes on his sheet music before looking up, "Ravi, lend me your guitar." ”

"Huh?" Avril's eyes lit up, "Written for Miss Brightman's song?" ”

"How can it be so fast?" Jerry smiled and took the acoustic guitar from Avril's hand, then tuned it, followed by a pluck, and the guitar sounded. It's like a bright, leisurely countryside with a taste of folk rock!

“Folk？” Avril's eyes brightened.

Jerry didn't pay attention to the surprise on Avril's face, playing the guitar, there was no cool fingering, just a few very simple chords, he nodded to the beat, and when he encountered something wrong, he stopped, and started to modify it in the notebook with his pen. The ins and outs. It lasted almost an hour. Finally, he swept his guitar and began to sing.

"Natalie, I'm sure I've frustrated you."

"Natalie, I know I've let you down."

"Don't you know that I've tried my best to love you the way I do?"

"Is that easy? Forget it, forget it. ”

"Natalie, I've been empty since you left me."

"I tried to find a way to live."

"I'm trying to get myself back, all the people I know."

"Just for. Let's see, what exactly are we doing wrong? ”

"Nobody, nobody, no one remains with me, let me blame, let me blame."

"Baby, no one stays to talk to me, no one looks down on our naivety."

"Because we are born naïve."

"Trust me, Natalie."

"We are born naïve. We are still naïve. ”

"Is that really easy? We are all hesitating. ”

"Does that really matter?"

The sad tones slowly move in the rhythm of the guitar, and the rigor of the folk song and the rhythm of rock are well blended. For a moment, Avril was a little fascinated by what she heard. Just when I heard Does-it-matter. She glanced up at Jerry again. That obvious hesitation and loneliness can't be hidden after all. The rat guy hasn't heard about his adaptation of "It-Matters-To-Me" yet, and he's actually starting to fight back. It seems that the relationship between him and Natalie Portman is still not broken!

"It's a pity. There is no saxophone. Jerry handed Avril the notebook where he wrote the lyrics, and if there was a saxophone, the saxophone's trills and portamento would have made the song more vivid.

Avril looked at the notebook where the lyrics were written, "Natalie," "This is for me?" ”

"For you to perform on the stage of the mall." Jerry looked at Avril with a puzzled look on her face, and as she put the guitar in the guitar case, she said, "CBGB is where originality comes in. If it's just a cover of "It-Matters-To-Me", Mr. Christopher won't let you stand on stage. This is the lyrics, and when I perform, I will accompany you. ”

This guy!

He clearly chose a song "It-Matters-To-Me", even if he hadn't heard his own adaptation, but from the title of the song, you can see what he thinks, yes, no matter what happened between him and Natalie Portman, she cares, she cares. But this guy actually took a song written for Natalie and let himself perform on the stage of the CBGB mall.

Avril gritted her teeth, and suddenly she felt like she wanted to bite him to death.

"The mall stage focuses on the ability to cover songs."

"Really?"

"Mr. Gilmour told me." Avril said angrily.

This was something Jerry didn't expect.

What he knows about CBGB-OMFUG and Heineken-Christo is originality. No matter what kind of idea you have, as long as it's original, as long as you can make Heineken Christo listen to it and make him feel that there's something in your music, he will give you the opportunity to perform on the CBGB stage.

After he personally funded the acquisition of CBGB and listed it as an independent label, and then merged it into DreamWorks, Howard Stringer did not buy the business model of CBGB, but still hired professional managers. Since it is impossible to open a profit channel in the CBGB club, it can only make a fuss in the record market. CBGB's managers see the importance of the stage for bands, but not all bands have strong originality. Most bands, or most music lovers, they can sing, they can compose, but they can't necessarily write.

The difference between arranging and composing is 108,000 miles.

As a result, the CBGB cover stage in the record hypermarket appeared under this concept.

Can anyone who wants to sing use this as your performance stage, karaoke for the public?

Of course not, your cover also has to be listened to by the person in charge of the hypermarket, and make him feel that your arrangement and singing skills are a bit of something.

One of the resident directors of the hypermarket is the famous head of music at DreamWorks, David Geffen.

In addition, there are also music producers from large record labels such as EMI, Atlantic Records, and Universal, and more importantly, small music company producers, such as RR Records, Chesky Records, Telarc Records, etc.

While they visited CBGB-OMFUG to discover new members of the band, they also made cameos as big-box scouts.

It's also a powerful resource platform for them.

Of course, Heineken Christopher will also come over for a cameo when he has time. And he's happy to come over and make a cameo!

"Is that so?" Jerry said as he put on the explosive hair cover, "Alright, get out of the car!" ”

Avril, who was still angry, saw Jerry wearing an explosive head, poofed and laughed, this mouse that made her angry one second ago turned into a strange guy with an explosive head on his head and a black beard in the next second. It's, it's funny.

"What's so funny." Jerry puffed up his beard in dissatisfaction.

There's no way around it.

From TV and newspapers, Jerry has learned about what happened yesterday on Sixth Avenue. Even he himself didn't want to believe that the congestion on Sixth Avenue caused by his appearance had turned into a conflict between the police and the people. The 6th Avenue adjacent to 42nd Avenue was completely ransacked. The large number of police and civilian casualties also made Jerry start to consider whether it was a rational move for him to go out on the street casually. Although the US media will not criticize him verbally and literally, some insinuations are still indispensable. As the New York Post mentioned, as a super-idol of American teenagers, he must be more responsible for what he does.

Although Jerry scoffed at such a statement, he was still moved when he saw the bloody reports in the newspapers.

In any case, even if the main reason for the conflict is not him, it still has nothing to do with him, and those cute guys are still his fans after all!

Jerry carried the guitar case and got out of the car with Avril, leaving Masahito Tachibana and Rami Ruiz in the car.

The basement of the CBGB has been converted into a performance stage, and there is no decent parking there.

"Hi ~ Heineken."

Heineken Christopher was wandering around with his dog named Jonathan, when he saw an exploding teenager carrying a guitar case, followed by a blonde girl with a ponytail.

Is it another band?

Heineken snapped his nose and nodded, "Looking for a stage to perform?" ”

Although he felt that this explosive-headed boy was somewhat familiar, he didn't pay attention to it, and it was not surprising that there were more bands coming to CBGB every day to look for opportunities, and there were more guests who came to watch the band's live performances every day. The Talking-Heads lived just two blocks away.

"CBGB~" Jerry nodded, "Mall Stage." ”

"If you want to succeed, come to CBGB-OMFUG and let me hear about your originality." Heineken Christopher raised his hand, and then was directly dragged away by his Jonathan, "Hey ~ Jonathan, I'm not done yet." ”

Hearing Heineken-Christopher's advice, Avril was eager to give it a try.

"If you want to be on the CBGB-OMMUG stage, you have to work hard." (To be continued......)