There are whistles, piano sounds, and epic war songs that are as loud as trumpets inside the door...
Then, when you want to get closer and touch the sounds inside the door, you find that they are only semi-remnant products with only "climax" or only fragments.
Those are the incomplete memories of some works from the original world in Zhou Yang's mind.
He is not a genius, and he didn't understand music before. Although he is considered a beginner now and has some gifts from time travellers, even if he listens to "Victory" N times, he can even remember most of the songs but still can't put it into words.
I have completely memorized its score.
It has a lot of broken notes...
These notes are completely blank, Zhou Yang has no memory of this at all, and even if a certain scene or thing triggers the switch and opens the door like now, it will be of no avail.
It was a bit regretful, but Zhou Yang was not discouraged.
The tone and structure of every piece of music in my memory has actually been set.
It is equivalent to an incomplete article, but the central point, theme and writing direction are very clear and cannot be changed. You only need to follow the overall style of the article and then fill in some corresponding sentences, and it can take over the context and make it difficult to read.
If there is a flaw in the style, a more skillful creator can add his own thoughts to those supplementary sentences and perform so-called "secondary creation".
The gentle sunshine shines on the piano, and the dark piano paint and white keys shine in the sunshine...
The breeze blows, blowing the complete score of "Those Years".
Zhou Yang seemed unaware and just looked at the keys, as if he was the only one in the world.
Music theory, creation, musical instruments, tone...
Terms related to music echoed in Zhou Yang's mind.
That is the music theory knowledge Wu Zhenhong taught himself and the music theory knowledge he learned intentionally or unintentionally during this period.
He began to slowly file the memories and melodies in his mind according to their completeness, and tried to make these melodies and notes clear so that he could remember them.
Time is the least worth mentioning when Zhou Yang is immersed in something, just like when Zhou Yang was repairing that camera.
Just keep on practicing and it will be dawn.
Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang.
She felt that Zhou Yang was as motionless as an old monk in meditation.
He seemed to be thinking.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he felt relieved, sometimes he showed a bit of joyful smile, sometimes he showed a bit of regret, and seemed to sigh slightly.
She wasn't actually sitting far away from her, it should be said that she was very close.
But somehow, she felt a transparent barrier blocking her from him.
It's not actually quiet in the coffee shop.
There were discussions and noises upstairs, as well as the sounds of some men and women in love coming out. There were even vague discussions outside the house, as if they were surrounding the piano room...
Guan Tong looked at the clock on the wall.
The clock is ticking.
Half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye.
Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang and slowly began to become worried.
He sat motionless like this, and no one knew how long he would continue to sit, let alone whether sitting like this inexplicably as if he had lost his soul would cause problems in all directions.
But even though she was extremely worried, she did not dare to disturb Zhou Yang. She even restrained her movements while sitting next to Zhou Yang and became cautious.
There was still discussion outside the piano room.
Someone seemed to knock on the door tentatively, but was immediately persuaded to leave by the coffee shop proprietress.
I vaguely heard someone asking if today was a "Celebrity Show".
"Those Years" was indeed sung beautifully and was very pleasant to the ears. The guests naturally heard it and after listening to it, they were quite curious.
There are performances every weekend in the SPPD cafe. The proprietress's reputation is big enough, and she will invite some artists to come and sing. Sometimes they are third- and fourth-tier artists, and some are second-tier singers. These people will be called "stars."
The definition of celebrities in this era is actually very vague and can also be said to be very cheap.
As long as you can sing and have some fans, you can actually be called a star.
Those who came to sing were eager to open all the glass curtains and show their most dazzling side. The guests did not understand the behavior of pulling up the curtains like this.
Why are you so secretive?
Could it be that some A-list celebrity was invited over?
The brief turmoil gradually subsided under the dissuasion of the landlady.
After it calmed down, Guan Tong's phone vibrated.
"Are you ready? Cai Lin will be here soon. I made an appointment with her today...there are many fans coming in at the door."
Guan Tong glanced at Zhou Yang, and then remained silent for a long time: "He is Zhou Yang!"
The text message vibrated again.
There is no text, no other content, just three "!!!" shock symbols.
After replying to the text message, Guan Tong heard a sound next to the piano.
Zhou Yang, who was like an old monk in trance, started to move. When he turned his head to look at Guan Tong, there was a hint of apology on his face: "Guan Tong, if it's convenient, can you tell the boss lady that you can give me here today..."
"Ah?" Guan Tong was stunned and didn't react for a long time.
"I want to play something and write something, but I don't know how long it will take. Well, if it causes trouble or loss to the boss lady, I can compensate for a certain amount of loss..."
"You can write whatever you want. Don't worry, the boss lady will not be angry, but..." Guan Tong subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door, and his expression suddenly became weird.
The noise at the door seemed to be much quieter.
"What?"
"On the contrary, you will go crazy with excitement..."
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"Isn't Cai Lin performing today?"
"Why don't you let us sit here? We paid for it!"
"Yes! Why!"
"..."
Niu Li, the proprietress of SPPD Cafe, is naturally very sensible.
At this moment, she was extremely excited and persuaded the VIP guests who were close to the piano glass room to retreat to other remote locations.
Although the guests all stood up, they were very dissatisfied.
"Today I'm giving everyone here a free bill! Drink or eat as much as you want, it's all free of charge!"
Niu Li's eyebrows were filled with joy, and her chubby face was almost blinded by the smile. She said these words excitedly to the dissatisfied guests.
The guests naturally noticed the joy on the landlady’s face and couldn’t help but wonder: “Woman landlady, today is your birthday?”
"Haha, it's my birthday, but I hope everyone will be a little quieter and let me have a quieter birthday."
Niu Li originally wanted to keep a sullen face, so as not to laugh too proudly, and to maintain the elegant persona of a lady.
But many times her emotions are beyond her control.
She couldn't smile from ear to ear, and her personality had completely collapsed.
After answering this question, she immediately told the waiter to stay by the piano room and not let anyone approach or disturb her.
The waiter nodded.
Facing the guests' blessings, Niu Li accepted them with a smile, but still waved her hand to signal the guests to keep quiet, adding a bit of tranquility to the SPPD cafe.
Some guests believed it, while others looked at the glass room curiously. They were keenly aware that there must be some extraordinary person in that glass room.
After Niu Li finished all this, she immediately walked outside the coffee shop.
Cai Lin's fans gathered in the lobby at the entrance of the coffee shop and waited eagerly. She hesitated for a moment, and then made a call to Cai Lin's agent.
"Hello……"
"Miss Cai Lin's performance may have to be canceled temporarily due to something unexpected..."
"I will pay you the appearance fee."
"You are on the way, almost there?"
"I'm sorry, can you..."
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There was no sound in the box because the line for the loudspeaker equipment was turned off.
Cao Bangguo sat opposite John Williams, reminiscing with him like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
Um……
Reminiscing about old times is not appropriate.
Most of the time, Cao Bangguo was talking, while John Williams was listening, occasionally nodding and saying a few words about what happened at Cannes that year.
In fact, the two of them are not familiar with each other. In a sense, they can only be regarded as acquaintances.
John Williams actually can no longer recall any interactions or topics he had with this Chinese director at Cannes that year.
He just agreed politely, his eyes flickering, but he lacked interest.
Cao Bangguo asked an elder in Hollywood whom he could not refuse. The elder hoped that he could come to China to meet the director. The elder vaguely revealed that the reward this time would be astonishing.
John Williams was actually a little disdainful.
In fact, there has always been a stereotype in his mind about Chinese movies, that is, people are stupid, rich and have no artistic taste, but they like to get involved in creation to show off their talents.
"Let's read the script first."
John Williams was already annoyed by polite reminiscences. He finally put away his hypocritical smile and looked at Cao Bangguo.
"Xiao Jiang, please introduce our film and core to Mr. John Williams..."
"good!"
John Williams looked at the young director next to him. Although the young director tried hard to express himself and revealed his resume in his words, John Williams had no feeling at all.
Director Hua Xia does not have many famous directors in Hollywood. In his impression, there are only a few veteran directors...
As for young directors.
There seems to be only one Chinese named Zhou Yang?
James Bond had chatted with him about Zhou Yang at a tea party a few days ago and recommended him to watch Zhou Yang's movies.
John Williams was not interested.
"Struggle", "Saw", "Mineral", "The Crow"...
He really has no interest in such reality-themed movies.
Django is introducing the plot and core selling points of "Night Walker".
John Williams had a serious expression.
but……
Still no interest.
The script is certainly not bad, but...
There are not many good scripts in Hollywood, but they really can't bring him excitement.
Halfway through, he stood up, put on a mask and hat, and went downstairs to use the toilet.
While squatting next to the bathroom, he vaguely heard a very soft piano sound...
At first I didn't care much and had no interest.
But after listening to a few paragraphs, his expression became serious unconsciously.