Evening.

Apartment, Rust home.

At the bedroom desk, Dean flipped through "Fundamentals of Music Theory" while slowly drawing five parallel lines on the spread out A4 white paper.

"Talented creators? Are you playing with me? Didn't you just learn a simple sheet music in music class, and when did you become a master composer again? ”

Rust on the couch muttered in despair,

"It's over, I patted my chest and assured the band that you could be trusted 100 percent... If I make a fuss, they'll think I'm a liar... Worried that I cheated on Britney's feelings... forcibly dismantled..."

"It's a lot of imagination." Dean said without raising his head, "You'll know when the finished product comes out, and be careful of being scared out of your big teeth when the time comes." ”

Dean couldn't hide this, after all, to sign the contract, he had to be there in person, and he couldn't go to the trouble of finding a ready-made composer to disguise it?

Dean is a true music industry layman. The vocal girlfriend in the previous life hummed European and American golden songs in her mouth every day, including the famous songs of the music world:

Dean was tired of hearing it.

What Mars Gobruce Marno, Taylor Swift, Coldplay, Bon Jovi...

There are about twenty or so melodies for every word and every tune he knows, and there are hundreds of melodies that he has heard over and over again, and it takes a lot of time to recall them slowly, maybe he can recall them, or maybe he can't.

At present, he is struggling with which one to choose from the twenty or so songs?

But it's only 80 years now, and listeners' preferences are bound to be different from 40 years from now.

The popular songs of later generations may not be popular in this era, and may even be completely buried, such as some divine comedies with melody poisoning.

And it can't be too advanced, songs that involve a lot of electronic music and advanced technology modifications, such as Bieber's Despacito, are not ripe now, and they may not be perfectly presented, and the audience may not buy it.

Secondly, Dean only plans to copy songs first to try to make the first pot of gold, and it is not suitable to choose songs that are too famous and have great influence, such as MJ's thriller, Bon Jovi's it's my life, and this kind of world-class rock.

Third, according to the requirements of Good Morning, exclude blues, souls, and rap.

So his choice is found in those rocks that have a good reputation and characteristics, but have limited influence.

Time passed quietly.

The sun sets, the nightlife begins, and the brilliant neon lights of Las Vegas outside the window begin to flash again.

The light through the window shone on Dean's attentive face like a slowly rising rainbow, and his desk was crawling with scrap manuscripts, and his mouth opened and closed, muttering.

"Don't cry for guns, it's not suitable at this stage..."

"Coldplay's viva la vida? no, how do you explain the motivation for writing the song..."

"Adam Lambert's version of Mad World? The influence is not small, and it cannot be done. ”

"Yellow, with a bit of psychedelic love, the idea also fits my skin tone, and it can be used as a motivation for creation. But giving it good morning is tantamount to a cannon hitting mosquitoes! ”

"Amazing Day, why do I love Coldplay so much? The accompaniment is simple, suitable for good morning, and the degree of singing is not as good as the previous songs, you can consider..."

“obstacles？”

"Hey, what did you write?"

Rust picked up a blank piece of paper on the side of his desk, on which he drew a stave and a few mutilated notes, and his eyes were full of only one word—garbage.

"You can read it when I write it? You haven't listened carefully to music lessons, have you? Dean squinted at him, "Go back to the living room and continue practicing hooks!" I'll check on the progress later. ”

“I hate you！”

Since then, in addition to his daily study and training, Dean has spent all his time in his bedroom, trying to convert the music in his head into scores.

During this period, Rust's mother, Grace, who usually doesn't see anyone at night, also came into the house to take a curious look, and brought them fresh fruits and various snacks, as well as an acoustic guitar that Dean urgently needed.

But it wasn't overly intrusive.

Lacking his father's care, Rust has always been cowardly, inferior, and unmanly.

But recently, his back has straightened, he has become more confident, and last week he even got his face covered in injuries because of a fight, and finally looked like a boy born in Alaska.

Grace was very pleased to see the change, and all thanks to his only good friend, Dean, who was naturally very happy with Dean.

……

After a full day of free time on Thursday night + Friday, Dean spent a whole day playing guitar, humming, composing and lyrics, stuffing his brain with musical notes, and finally reluctantly took out a guitar sheet and a stave.

After checking it several times to make sure that there are no obvious errors in music theory.

He smiled contentedly, his fingers plucking the guitar strings, and playing a melody that lasted twenty seconds.

"What song is this? It's different from the messy tone in front of me, it's very good! ”

Rust, who was slumped on the bed reading a book, jumped up in surprise, and then his face changed,

"Wait, don't tell me this is something you spent two days writing?"

Dean flicked the uninked stave at him and hooked the strings,

"You're a musical genius? Writing a good song so quickly, it can't be copied, right? ”

"Man, you've seen my entire creative process from beginning to end, am I copying ghosts?"

Dean spoke with a lot of anger, and there was no weakness on his cheeky face,

"What's the name of that song?"

"What's the hurry? You'll know when the time comes. Dean thought about it, it's too slow to register the copyright now, and it will take a lot of time, so let's just find some local ways to protect this start-up song.

"I'll go to the Vegas post office and send something!"

"By the way, take Nikon, and help me take some footage later."

……

Everything is ready to go.

Sunny Saturday morning.

Dean and Rust set off in their beloved F150, picked her up at Britney's house, and then went to the parking lot outside the gate of Nevada High School, just in time, the four members of the casual Good Morning Band got off the Chevrolet.

A middle-aged man in a suit tie, black-rimmed glasses, and a briefcase followed them.

The body is slightly chubby, with a round face and small eyes, and there is an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Rust, Britney, Dean, this is the band's manager and lawyer, Mr. Robert Wilson. Responsible for arranging events for the band and issues related to the copyright of the songs. Liam gave a grand introduction to the middle-aged man, and the man smiled at the three of them in a friendly smile, but it was difficult to hide the perfunctory smile, obviously not interested in negotiating with the three and a half teenagers.

The eyes of the four members of the band kept looking behind Dean and the three, as if they were looking for someone, but they couldn't find anyone, and their faces sank.

"Dean, did we have bad luck today?" Karty's cheeks twitched and he sighed, "That master doesn't want to make a face?" ”

"No, no, there was a misunderstanding." Dean's gaze slowly swept over the four disappointed faces, as well as Robert's complaining face, and puffed up his chest slightly, "The creator is standing in front of you, and has brought a new song!" ”

"Wang Defa, you mean you wrote the song yourself?" The hot-tempered Noah realized the truth, his face was full of disbelief, and he glared at Dean angrily, "A nerd created rock 'n' roll? Why did you trick us? You're wasting our time! ”

"Desecrate our newfound friendship!"

Dean's face did not change, and he shook the folder in his hand,

"Are you sure you don't want to look at the work and then draw conclusions?"

"I swear," Ruster argued, curling his neck, "for the past two days Dean has been staying at my house, finishing the sheet music with a guitar. I've heard it, and it's better than most of the garbage on the radio! ”

"We want a masterpiece, not a toy for a newcomer to boast about. Have you ever heard that Rome was not built in a day, and what masterpiece can be written in just a few days? Carty covered her face and looked at Dean in displeasure, "Man, are you worthy of Good Morning's trust?" ”

Liam's face became unsightly, and his gaze was unkind.

Britney pursed her lips, her face pale.

The atmosphere became very stiff.

Instead, the agent watched Dean with interest.

At the age of eighteen, he was hit by the words of his peers, but his face was unresponsive, and there was a kind of calmness beyond his age.

Either you're arrogant, or you're really a bit of a real talent.

Now he was a little interested.

"Shut up, don't talk!" Caroline, who was dressed in a black tank top and jeans, gave Dean a deep look, "We are not racists, we have always had a good impression of Chinese Americans - hardworking, down-to-earth, I believe you will not just mess up garbage to fool your friends, let's go, go to the coffee shop next to you to chat, and by the way, let everyone appreciate and appreciate Your Excellency's masterpiece." ”

"Noah, go get the guitar from the car."

……

The sun climbed further into the center of the sky, and the scorching sun baked the skin.

Café.

2nd floor balcony under umbrellas.

Rust and Britney whispered next to each other and enjoyed a matcha cake, while Dean sat alone with his hands on his chest and basking in the sun.

No matter how much nonsense there is, it is not as good as showing strength.

Dean handed the guitar sheet directly to the band, and the five of them stirred coffee with ice across from him.

The girl held the guitar sheet in her hand, held the guitar in her arms, and her slender five fingers pressed the blonde hair in her ear, falling into thought, and the band manager was also reading the score on the side.

“Amazing day？ Nice name, I hope it will surprise us as well. ”

The sun shone on her fair and flawless face, and her blonde hair reflected a dazzling brilliance, as beautiful as a statue.

Dean relaxed and enjoyed the scene.

"How long have you been learning to write songs?" Noah looked at him with a defiant look in his eyes, "How come I've never heard of you as a person, and I've heard of any of your masterpieces?" ”

"I started working after I entered Nevada High School." Dean said nonsense without any burden, "It's been two years now, and I've written more than a dozen songs, but none of them have been published, and I'm nobody." Naturally, you haven't heard of it. ”

Burst!

Rust, who was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up, choked on his coffee fiercely, and his face turned red with laughter, and Britney quickly patted him on the back.

"Two years...", Kadi sighed, "Our band has been established since junior high school, and it has been five years... So far, none of the works are qualified to release an album. ”

"Isn't Good Morning at the school concert quite popular? The students are crazy about you. ”

Dean asked.

The three male musicians' faces suddenly darkened,

"Are you sarcastic about us? How many of the boys and girls in the school really know music? They just joined in the fun. As long as it has nothing to do with studying hard and represents something rebellious, they are crazy and obsessed. ”

Liam explained, and asked,

"By the way, since you said that you wrote more than a dozen songs, what level is this song at in it?"

Dean rolled his eyes and decided to brag,

"To be honest, this one is of average quality among all my works."

Forehead...

For a moment, the expressions of the band members stiffened and their lips moved because of the extreme sense of absurdity, but in the face of the calm and calm Dean, they really had nothing to say.

The second-floor balcony fell into an eerie dead silence for a moment.

"Did you hear this guy's declaration? He gave us a work of barely good quality! Noah's sneer broke the silence, and the cockscomb began to shake comically,

"Dean, I'm curious what gives you confidence?"

Dean was silent.

"Caroline, what are you waiting for! Pop out the worst of the great composer's works and listen to them... Open your eyes! ”

"This song is suitable for male voices?"

Caroline, who had just finished analyzing the long prelude, raised her eyes into the lyrics, completely ignoring the clamor of her teammates.

"Didn't you say that male voices are okay before? Do you want to change the song? Dean frowned, "That's after the anniversary." ”

"No, I feel... Surprisingly good. Caroline's words startled the three male musicians, and they involuntarily approached her and looked at the guitar sheet.

Caroline's slender fingers finally rested on the strings, plucking gently.

For... For... For... Oooo For... For... For...

The free, splendid prelude pours out from the strings and fingertips, like a beam of afternoon sun, falling from the sky, sprinkled on the blue sea, and shining into the hearts of everyone.

Noah, who was still frantic just now, suddenly quieted down, put away the indifference on his face, and listened attentively.

Melody loops.

The sound is getting softer and softer.

The light travels from the empty sea to the world full of fireworks.

The Good Morning Band involuntarily held their breath, and Britney took a bite of cake in her mouth and forgot to swallow it.

Raste's eyes narrowed, the full prelude firmly grasping his ears.

sat on the roof

Named every star

Shared every bruise and show every scar

Caroline's red lips are lightly opened, and the magnetic female voice depicts the night sky, which is different from the depth and timelessness of the original singer Chris Martin, her singing is a little more fresh and cheerful, her singing voice unconsciously soothes everyone's frowning brows, her demeanor becomes relaxed, and her mood begins to be happy.

Hope has its proof

Your hand in my saying

Life has a beautiful,crazy design

The positive melodies and lyrics are different from the mainstream style in the United States, neither like the popular punk nor the noisy heavy metal rock.

It's simple, yet hides touching details that exude a sense of natural beauty.

Dean's eyes rolled, Carty, Liam, Noah, Britney... They all reveled in the singing.

He thought to himself that he was steady.

Times seemed to say

Forget the world and its weight

Caroline's tone rose -

……

“stop！” The roar of the band's manager interrupted the singing, waking the audience from that brief daydream, "The rest will be performed in another place!" ”

“Jesus！ Go on, Caroline! Noah got up and pounded the table and complained, like a patient with an addiction, "Let me hear the best part!" ”

It's not just him.

A listener who happened to pass by on the street under the balcony also left disappointed.

Behind the glass door, the café waitress who stopped to listen turned reluctantly.

Rust and Britney held the half-eaten cake with misty eyes, as if they had just woken up from a nap.

Dean, a Nevada high school student?

Master Composer?

Is that still the same person I know?

……

Liam the bassist and Carty the guitarist looked at each other with a frenzied fire in their eyes.

The man in the suit suddenly got up, rearranged his tie, walked up to Dean, and stretched out his hand to him enthusiastically,

"Dean? Reacquainted, I'm the manager and lawyer of the band Good Morning, Robert Wilson. ”

Dean shook hands with him quietly,

"Looks like you're happy with this song?"

"Man, I don't have any ill intentions, I just want to make sure again..."Robert took a deep breath, suppressed his restlessness, and asked cautiously,

"You did this song on your own, and there were no references involved?"

"Have you heard it anywhere else? I promise to do it independently! Dean said,

"That's right, if a song of this quality had ever been published, I would have had an impression. Is that a copyright registered? ”

"Isn't this just writing to negotiate with you?"

Dean was straightforward, but what he thought in his heart was that if the other party dared to have any crooked thoughts and embezzle the fruits of his labor, then he would definitely use the "shadow" to make the other party pay ten times the price.

"With all due respect, you're a genius!"

Wow –

Robert's assessment was like detonating a bomb.

The band members instantly swarmed around.

"Man, even if I only heard less than half of it, I have a hunch that it will definitely be on fire!"

Liam was excited and emphasized, "This song must be given to us, it can help us win the Vegas Singing Competition!" ”

Dean was noncommittal.

"Sorry, I'm sorry for my offense at the beginning, I shouldn't have questioned you, I'm just an out-and-out idiot!"

Noah bowed with a flushed face, perhaps mistaking Dean for a Japanese,

"The lyrics are amazing and full of poetry. In comparison, what I used to write was a lump of shit! Please, tell me how exactly I got this inspiration? ”

"That's right, it's poetic," Carty praised without hesitation, "reminds me of British rock style... This song is a bit ahead of its time, and it should be unique in the current American rock music, and it's hard not to be popular! ”

Dean couldn't help but smile, this song is a work after 2000, properly 20 years ahead of the times.

I just don't know if the fans of the 80s will buy it like this excited band.

"Dean, let's go to the training base with us and have a good talk..."Robert leaned down and invited warmly and sincerely, "The process of registering copyrights and transferring songs is not simple... But I promise you won't lose money when it comes to price! ”

For a moment, Lambert wanted to keep this masterpiece for himself, how could a high school student play a music veteran like them.

But he immediately discarded the dangerous idea — the Chinese had said that the song was just one of a dozen works.

As long as any of them are not inferior in quality to Amazing Day.

He has to do his best to win over this creative genius, and it is best to bind him to his own band!

It just so happens that this guy is also a newcomer, no agent, no lawyer!

……

"Let's go, man!"

Liam wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders as if he had found his long-lost brother.

Caroline, who was holding her guitar, had a sparkling look in her eyes, as if she were looking at a treasure trove of glittering gold.

Good morning people have a big change in attitude, and there is a little flattery in their affection.

It's been too long to mingle in obscurity in the music industry.

Good Morning people know all too well how rare a good song is.

Dean felt something unexpectedly smooth, and turned his inquiring gaze to Rust, who winked at him frantically and almost snapped his head to make him say yes!

And Britney Clasped her hands in front of her chest, with a hint of pleading on her face, she knew how difficult it was for a good sister!

All right.

This group of guys will change their mistakes when they know them, and their attitude is not bad.

Dean nodded.

The start-up capital should be secured.

"Let's go, guys, I haven't been on a Chevrolet yet."

……