After they finished recording the song, Alex offered to take a break. When they came out, they met three black boys.

Among the three men, one of them was a tall and thin black boy with a pair of big hands, and he was standing in front of the door of the recording studio with a guitar on his back. The other black boy sat on a chair in the hallway with a pair of drum sticks in his hand. There was another black man, who looked closely, and he must have been in his twenties, leaning against the door with his free hands.

When they saw Alex and his party coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward, and one of the black guys with a guitar on his back stretched out his hand to Mark, the producer standing behind the door.

"Hello! My name is Chuck Berry and I'm the guitarist and vocalist of the band 'Chuck Berry'. They were drummer Bill Harding and pianist Johnson. The black boy with the guitar said to Mark.

Mark was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "Oh, you are the band introduced by Deere." I remember, I remember. ”

Chuck hurriedly asked, "So have you already heard the demo we recorded?" Can you tell us how it feels? ”

Before Mark could reply, drummer Bill Karting said, "We're here from St. Louis, so we don't have that much time to waste in New York." ”

Mark didn't say anything, he said to Chuck sincerely, "I've heard your samples, I was supposed to talk to you today, but I didn't expect you to come over." So let me say, Mr. Chuck, your guitar skills are really good. ”

Chuck and the others looked nervously at Mark, waiting for him to continue.

Mark thought for a moment and carefully worded, "You've mastered the art of cheerful repetition of chords and improvisation. This level is really enough in a place like a nightclub, but that's about it. You don't have anything of your own, you play something that is someone else's, so it's of no value to the record company. ”

"Oh, is that all?" Chuck's heart sank as Mark spoke. In order to earn a living, they not only play in nightclubs, but also work in factories. The band was formed by Chuck, and they dream of one day soaring to the sky.

Over the years, they've gone to a lot of record labels looking for opportunities, and they've been to Memphis, Chicago, New York, and so on. Originally, they were planning to go back to St. Louis, but they met Dill in New York, and at the recommendation of the other party, came over with a previously recorded demo. This is their last chance, and if they want to come back to New York, it will be at least a few years. I didn't expect the result to be so cruel.

Seeing that Mark and the others were leaving, Chuck hurriedly stopped and said, "That's just a demo we recorded before, if you need to listen to our own stuff, we can play it to you right away." Please give us a moment, can you? ”

Mark stopped, and even Alex and Richard didn't go.

They wanted to see what the three black guys from St. Louis were capable of impressing the demanding Mr. Mark.

Mark shook his head, and was about to say no when Alex stopped him.

"Why not let them try?"

"But you've just recorded the soundtrack, and I'm going to have to hurry up and do the post-production."

"You can listen to it while you do the post-production."

Mark thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you guys come in." ”

The reason why Alex reached out to help them was not because he recognized any big bull in the future, but because he thought this Chuck was quite interesting. He is also idle, and it is not bad to see what the other party is capable of.

The drummer and pianist pulled Chakra into a corner and whispered, "Chuck, you're crazy, we don't have any original music!" ”

"Don't worry, brothers! We'll have it, let's go to the studio! Chuck pushed and pulled, getting the two buddies in.

Mark ignored the three men, he had already heard their recorded demos. In his opinion, this kind of music is a complete copy of other works, and there is nothing innovative to speak of. As for the level of instrumental performance of Chuck and others, it is indeed nothing to say, and they are very proficient. It's just that such people can only mix in taverns or nightclubs, and there is no way to stand the test of the market.

Everyone looked at the three black guys in the recording studio, as if they were watching clowns, waiting for them to make a fool of themselves. Alex also wanted to see what Chuck would do to impress Mark, and he felt that Chuck must have a way.

"Chuck, Chuck! What are we going to do? Play something, or it's a shame to stand here. Pianist Johnson whispered to Chuck.

Chuck held up a finger and whispered, "Shhh Listen! ”

It's a song that Alex and Richard have just recorded in the studio, and it's Mark in post-production. He simply ignored the three Chucks.

The three of them listened to the music for a short time, and the drummer Bill Karkin couldn't bear it anymore, and he said, "Chuck, don't make trouble, hurry up and think of a way." Are we here like fools, waiting for the other party to get out of the way? ”

Chuck smiled mysteriously, and he said, "Method? I'm trying to figure it out. ”

"What about the song? Where's our new song? ”

"Isn't that exact? It's ringing in our ears. ”

"You, what do you mean?"

"Don't ask so much, just play at this pace. Be a little more rock, though. Yes, just rock and roll. We changed the style and used this song as our new song! Chuck said to his two team members.

The drummer and pianist were dumbfounded by Chuck's ridiculous idea, could they just steal someone's song right under each other's noses and make it their new song?

Chuck said impatiently, "Okay, stop looking at me, let's start playing." Lyrics or something, I'll take care of it. ”

He said as he played his guitar.

As a last resort, the two of them had to obey Chuck's command and respond to Chuck's guitar sound with the same rhythm.

"Huh?" Everyone was fascinated by the trio's performance.

"Isn't this the song that the Carpenter brothers just recorded? What's going on? ”

"I heard that they were going to play a new song of their own, but this song was clearly our ......"

"Ha Luha, they don't want to get away with it like this."

"It doesn't sound the same, but the song is the same."

There was a lot of talk in the studio, and there were still six or seven people in there at this time. Mark, the Carpenter brothers, their backing band, and the tuners.

Chuck actually sang with his mouth open, and the lyrics were completely different from those of the Carpenter brothers, and he changed the lyrics as he sang. To others, it looks like it's a bit like that.

At first, Mark was unimpressed, and he ignored Chuck and the others. But whenever he concentrated on it, Chuck's singing echoed in his head. He couldn't get rid of the sound at all, and Chuck's songs seemed to be inherently magical, capable of penetrating the human mind.

"Enough!" Mark shouted loudly. Everyone was taken aback by him, and they all turned to look at him.

Mark reacted quickly, and he lost his temper.

"Bang bang! Bang Bang Bang! Alex applauded, and Richard, as he did.

The others didn't know what they were applauding, and Chuck was stunned by the Carpenter brothers' actions.

"Is this mocking us?" Chuck thought to himself, but he quickly denied it.

Because Alex stood up and said loudly, "It's amazing, it's amazing." ”

It's really remarkable, just listening to a short paragraph, you can compose the lyrics now, and the three of them have changed the style of this song to completely different ones, which is a great test of basic skills and adaptability. Only those who have written songs understand the difficulty.

Mark was confused by the Carpenter brothers at first, but he soon understood that he was a seasoned music producer, and even if he hadn't written a song, he knew the point.

"If you can come up with more than one new song in a week, I can tell you for sure that signing is no problem! Once you have a song, you can record it! Mark said to Chuck.

"New songs? What a new song! Chuck asked.

Mark explains: "You can reinvent old songs, interpret them in different styles, and preferably change the lyrics, just like you just did. ”

Chuck and the three looked at Mark in disbelief, they didn't expect this to be affirmed. The drummer and pianist looked at Chuck and waited for him to reply, and Chuck had the ability to compose songs among them.

The eyes of the two of them revealed the same meaning, which meant: "Brother, it's up to you." “

"No problem! I'll be back for sure! With a new song! Chuck's confidence began to burn, and he thought that it was so easy to write a song, and I could do it.