The Carpenter family lives in a living complex with a floor area of 240 square meters, not including the garage and back garden. The house has a total of two floors, the first floor is the kitchen and living room, the bedroom is on the second floor, and further up there is the attic.

The house was bought after Richard was born. Most of the money is earned by Alex's performances, otherwise he would not be able to buy such a good house if he wants to support a family of five with Bart's salary. Now Alex and Richard are practicing music and composing tunes in the attic.

In the attic there was a bed next to the window, and next to the bed was a small round table.

Alex was sitting on the bed, holding a guitar in his arms and singing softly. Richard leaned back on the table and quickly recorded Alex's songs.

"Ding Ding Dong!" After finishing the last few notes, Alex paused to catch his breath.

"It's so exciting!" Richard's pen kept writing, and he praised: "Alex, this song of yours is very good!" I love it so much! ”

Indeed, Alex has "written" five or six songs for later generations in the past few days. He took into account that the two of them were too young, so the songs he took out were all sung in line with the identity of children.

"Hey, Alex......" Richard suddenly pulled out a stack of sheet music and handed it over, "Can you play and sing this?" ”

Alex took it and looked at it, it turned out that these were all songs that Richard had written with the rest of his time these days, and he asked in surprise, "Are these all new ones you wrote?" ”

"Hmm!" Richard nodded and said, "I'm inspired by your songs!" In order not to forget, I wrote them all down! ”

"All of them?" Alex is unbelievable!

"All of them!" Richard replied in the affirmative, and then repeated: "All of them!" Of course, there are still a lot of inspirations that have not been written down, but that is not enough time. ”

Alex lowered his head and hummed into the score.

These songs are clearly influenced by the songs that Alex "wrote", and still retain a large part of the style of the current songs. Surprisingly, these tunes are pretty good with a little modification.

He looked at his younger brother Richard, who was so powerful, and his heart was really rushed by tens of thousands of elephants: "This is the real genius!" ”

The song they were going to dedicate to their mother couldn't be more familiar, and now they were waiting for news from Bart. It's been a few days since Bart left the house, and I don't know how things are going.

Angel didn't care about Bart, and she didn't ask her sons about it. It's just that Alex is a little worried, he is afraid that Bart will not do things well.

In Alex's eyes, his plan shouldn't be too difficult. As long as you find a company that is willing to burn records for private people, you can record the song and play it on the radio. If he was older, he felt that he could just do it himself, and he wouldn't waste any time.

While Alex is wondering what happened to Bart, Bart returns. He came back with good news.

"Pack your things, let's go to New York!" Bart said loudly to Alex.

New York! This is the economic center of the United States! At the same time, it is also the entertainment center of the United States. The big record companies of this era all have offices in New York, and if you don't open a record label in New York, you will hardly be successful.

Alex has never been to New York, and since he was reborn, he has been following Bart, and he has not had time to travel alone. Not to mention Richard, whose impression of New York is only hearsay.

Richard jumped up in front of Bart and shouted for joy, "We're going to New York!" New York! New York! ”

Bart put his index finger to his lips and made a silent motion. Everyone knew what he meant, and he didn't want Angel to know the real purpose of their trip to New York.

They told Angel that Bart was connected to a nightclub and needed to go out to perform. The distance is quite long, and it may take several days. In this way, they quietly got into a broken car and drove towards New York City.

Chicago is not very far from New York, and it takes about 2 hours to get there by plane. However, they take a car for at least 4 or 5 hours.

Along the way, Alex quietly looked out the window. The people and architecture of this era gave him a peculiar feeling, as if he had stepped into a distant picture, blurry at first, and then clearer and clearer. After reaching the end of the day, he also slowly integrated into this picture.

In the fifties of the twentieth century, New York was already a supercity in the world, with high-rise buildings and cars coming and going. It feels like a very busy city, and everyone is just walking, never stopping to look at the scenery around them.

The car stopped in front of an old yellow building, and Richard couldn't wait to jump off.

"Ahem! The air in New York is terrible! ”

As soon as Richard's feet landed, he quickly covered his nose with his hands, and a foul smell rushed to his nostrils. He couldn't help coughing and almost choked.

Alex seems to have returned to the big city where he used to be, and the smell of car exhaust is so bad at all times.

He patted Richard on the back and said comfortingly, "It won't be so uncomfortable to go into the house." ”

It was the location of a recording studio for a small record company, and no one came out to greet them. Bart had no choice but to lead the Carpenter brothers, carry the instruments they had brought, and go upstairs to find the relevant people.

Bart found the company through a friend's introduction, and he could have gone to other places to record records, and those companies had a business of recording for private individuals, but those recordings were very bad, only amateur standards. He didn't want to record such a record, so if he wanted to record it, he would record a good and professional record.

His friend is the cashier of the company, and he also works as a front desk and human resources, and is a black girl.

Although this record company is small, it has a complete recording equipment and everything, and the effect is not bad. They were recorded by a white man with messy hair, his name was Rudy.

Rudy's addiction to smoking is very big, and he keeps holding a cigarette in his mouth, and he smokes it all the time, one after another. He nodded to Bart, indicating that he knew what they were coming from. However, he was quickly drawn to the age of the Carpenter brothers. He was a little skeptical of the abilities of the two little kids.

"Hey, little brat! You want to make a record! Well? As Rudy spoke, the cigarette on his lips swayed up and down, scattering a lot of soot down.

Alex frowned and said in disgust, "Yes! ”

Richard looked around, then exclaimed, "What about the accompanist?" Why is there no one to accompani? ”

In this era, single-track recording was still used, which was not as convenient as using computers for multi-track recording. When recording a record, it needs to be recorded all at once. If it's a song with multiple instruments playing at the same time, the whole band has to go into the studio.

"You want accompaniment?" Rudy thought that these two children were just playing tickets and didn't need to be treated so professionally, but he didn't expect to ask for someone to accompany him as soon as he came up.

"Of course, if our songs don't have accompaniment, that's a no-no! Didn't you say there are professional backing bands to choose from? What about them! "Bart decisively asks Rudy for the services of the band's accompaniment.

Rudy scratched his messy hair, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, but in that case, you're not going to be $100 a day, you're going to have to pay $200." ”

The price of this recording is 10 times more expensive than the amateur record out there! However, Bart thinks it's worth the money.

The average person can go to that kind of studio and record for as little as $10. Most records in this era sold for around $2, which means that it costs more than five times the price to burn your own records in the studio. If you need a backing band, the price will be doubled.

"So expensive...... This ......"

Alex, who was on the side, originally wanted to suppress the cost, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted.

"No problem!" Bart was very bold in agreeing to Rudy's price.

"As long as we can succeed this time, this money can be earned back at any time!" Bart thought to himself.

$200 is not a small amount of money in this era, and when Bart was in a car factory, it would take him two months to get that much money.

Thankfully, the "Carpenter Brothers" were very popular in the tavern, and they often received tips when they performed, and with the money given by the tavernkeeper, they made a lot of money.

"But if the level is not good, we have to change people." Alex continued.

"It's okay, I have several bands to choose from, or you should listen to their samples before you think you want that band to accompany you!" Rudy replied without hesitation, how could the record company not have a little resource in its hands?

They listened to several recordings of previous bands in a row, discussed it a little, and finally decided to choose one of the bands to do the accompaniment.

Rudy quickly called the band to come over, but what he didn't expect was that the band was all black.

There were four members in the band, led by a black uncle in his fifties, two young men, and a child who looked to be fifteen.

After seeing this combination, they wondered if Rudy had made a mistake. The band they chose wasn't weak, at least it didn't look like a rabble could play like this.

Before they could say the words of suspicion in their hearts, Rudy sensed something unusual in their eyes.

"Gentlemen, let's hear a little bit about it!" Rudy waved his hand and said to the black band.

Uncle Hei, the leader, didn't say a word, and took out the musical instrument on his back, it was a saxophone, which looked quite old, but the sound of blowing was very strong.

Under the leadership of Uncle Black, the other three also showed their unique "weapons".

The two young men, one of whom played the accordion, the other the cello, and the fifteen-year-old boy pulled out a harmonica.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know whether there is a way.

This black band, which looks like a rabble, actually works very well together, and more importantly, their accompaniment has a sense of unity.

"Very well, then come in!" Bart had to interrupt their perfect performance, as the studio rental time started as soon as they came in, and if you didn't want to waste time and money, it was best to start recording right away.

Usually it takes many times to record a record to achieve the best results. Bart hopes to be able to record as soon as possible, and if it drags on, he really won't have the patience.