Half an hour ago, John Williams heard bursts of piano melody.
Some melodies are as silent as a deep valley, as if walking on the prairie, while some melodies are as sonorous as horns, singing loudly and long on the desolate prairie, like an epic movement.
In the bathroom, his blood boiled with excitement. He was unconsciously attracted by these sounds and couldn't help but move closer to the piano room.
After getting closer, it suddenly became silent again...
The vague melody changed again, and began to become soft and warm, like the breeze blowing on the face in the mountains, with a bit of longing for beauty in the gentleness.
Then……
It stopped suddenly.
He began to feel itchy unbearably.
The guy in the piano room seemed to be a devil, fiddling with his G. spot but not allowing him to fully enjoy the gift.
He couldn't help but take a step closer, hoping to hear more clearly. As soon as he got a little closer, the waiter stopped him seriously and prohibited him from taking another step forward.
He frowned, already feeling very irritable, but in the end he maintained the basic etiquette of a musician and motioned to his assistant with his eyes.
The assistant who spoke Chinese went up to negotiate in a low voice with a smile on his face.
When the waiter heard his name, he looked at him suspiciously, and he subconsciously took off his hat. He thought that with his face, he would be able to get through smoothly, but he was still blocked by the waiter, who only said that he would discuss it with the landlady.
Before the discussion, no one is allowed in, and they indicate that they wish to be quiet.
His restlessness began to turn into curiosity.
Who could be in this piano room?
The songs he played were all songs he had never heard before.
For a moment, the landlady walked downstairs excitedly, carefully discussed it with the woman next to her, and looked at her from time to time. The woman next to her was obviously hesitant, paused for a moment, and finally nodded and walked into the room cautiously.
After a long time, he came over and smiled warmly at himself.
"Will you witness some history?"
"I don't know...but today is destined to be an extraordinary day!"
When John Williams walked into the piano room, he heard slight discussion behind him.
John Williams paid no attention to the subsequent discussion.
He heard the piano music playing again in the room. This time the piano music was gloomy, as desolate as an elegiac song, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable vibration in his heart.
He stood at the door but couldn't bear to disturb the beautiful melody. It wasn't until the piano music stopped suddenly at the critical moment and his heart felt extremely empty that he gently opened the door...
Push open that door.
It's as if an incredible realm has been opened.
The piano was illuminated by the lights, and the black and white keys intersected, as if there was a layer of mysterious magic.
There is a lot of noise outside the piano room, and it is becoming increasingly noisy and annoying.
This is really not a good environment.
John Williams began to become depressed again, a trace of anger filled the air, and he seemed to hate the environment here.
but……
The noisy sound seemed unable to affect the Chinese man sitting in front of the piano.
John Williams felt that the Chinese man sitting on the chair was indescribably familiar, but he was sure that he did not know this Chinese man.
I saw that he was not aware of his arrival. He was just sitting on the piano and stroking the piano, looking at the black and white keys. He was extremely gentle and pious. After playing two tones, he would unconsciously
I picked up the notebook and wrote something silently, as if trying to outline some notes as much as possible.
A few minutes later...
After finishing writing, the Chinese focused their attention on the piano again and started playing as if there was no one else around.
A trace of astonishment flashed through John Williams' eyes...
He heard the pure and melodious melody echoing around him over and over again, and his emotions were attracted by the melody again, as if he had returned to his former hometown in England, that sunny afternoon.
But after listening to it for a while, I frowned again, because playing this kind of melody with piano music seemed to be missing something.
The Chinese seemed to have noticed something, and the piano sound stopped suddenly. Then, he looked at the saxophone not far away, hesitated for a while, picked up the saxophone and looked at it for a long time.
John Williams suddenly smiled bitterly when he saw the Chinese man, and shook his head helplessly.
He also saw him writing something in his notebook after putting down his saxophone.
John Williams stared closely at the notebook, and the strong desire to explore in his heart made him want to pick up the notebook and see what was written in it.
He even wanted to kick this Chinese guy away and then come over and play the piano music he heard in the bathroom.
This Chinese player's playing was really bad and incomplete, and he was as banged up as a primary school student.
Of course, it is impossible for him to do this. Firstly, he is a noble and needs to maintain elegance and grace at all times. Secondly, he is a guest. In a sense, this Chinese talent is the host.
Time is very valuable and very short.
After the Chinese finished writing, he sat on the piano again, touching the keys with both hands, and played another song immersively.
When he heard the brand new melody, John Williams felt a wave of excitement stirred up in his heart!
This is definitely another new song for piano!
The melody is very desolate, a kind of sadness seems to be integrated into the bones, as if a gust of wind and sand has swept up the vast world, leaving behind a place of gloomy bones.
However……
He found that he could not immerse himself in it and appreciate the feeling that this melody brought to him.
The noise outside the house was getting louder and louder, and the messy sounds hindered his thoughts and distracted him!
John Williams felt like his head was going to explode.
There seemed to be a fire in his heart, and he was so angry that he wanted to rush out of the piano room and yell outside. He turned his head and stared at the door.
"Hello, Mr. John Williams..."
At this moment, he heard a sound.
He turned back and saw that the Chinese man had stood up at some point, with a sunny and sincere smile on his face.
As the sun sets, although the Chinese people are dressed in ordinary clothes, they have a pious and elegant temperament, like a true believer in music.
When he saw himself, he was not very excited, just a little happy and joyful.
"Hello..." John Williams nodded to him and couldn't help but ask: "Whose music did you play just now?"
"I can't tell who it is, it's the voice in my head..."
"Did you create it?" John Williams became extremely unbelievable.
"It's not..." Zhou Yang shook his head: "Because it's not complete, there is only a partial melody, and many notes need to be refined. It is a very difficult project..."
"It's really such a pity." John Williams' face was full of regret: "Can you tell me what the names of these songs are?"
"Um……"
"Don't worry! I won't do dirty things like plagiarism..." John Williams added subconsciously when he saw Zhou Yang's slight hesitation.
"I know." Zhou Yang had naturally heard of John Williams.
He is the most famous composer in Hollywood. Many of the scores for the Hollywood movies that took China by storm in the late 1990s were composed by this master.
The soundtrack for the movie "Jurassic" that broke the global box office record this year was helped by this master.
James Bunt admired him very much.
When chatting with Zhou Yang about film rhythm and world classic film scenes, I talked about John Williams more than once, praising him as not only a famous Hollywood soundtrack master, but also a rare musician in the world, not even as good as a Japanese music master.
Yamada Kujo is inferior!
James Bond once strongly suggested that Zhou Yang's new movie should be scored by him, and even told Zhou Yang that he could act as an introducer.
Of course Zhou Yang had thought about it. It was definitely a great thing to have a world-class music master help score a movie, but Zhou Yang had checked the price of John Williams' music score.
The price was very high and outrageous, and not all movies were accepted, so he gave up.
However, he never imagined that instead of looking for John Williams, John Williams came to look for him.
"I suddenly remembered who you are!"
John Williams took Zhou Yang's notebook.
The name of the song on the notebook was written in Chinese, and he couldn't quite understand what it was.
Zhou Yang seemed to notice his doubts and translated the names of these songs in Chinese.
"vitory", "The Last of the Mohicans", "Goodbye Police", "Going Home", "The Sound of Silence"...
When Zhou Yang finished translating, he suddenly shouted excitedly.
"ah?"
"Are you Mr. Zhou Yang?"
"You... know me?" Zhou Yang stared in disbelief.
"Mr. Bunter has been chatting about you these days and recommended me to watch your movies..." John Williams smiled as if he had thought of something.
James Bond has indeed been talking about Zhou Yang a lot recently.
He said that this young Chinese director surprised him. Not only was his conversation with him very inspiring, but he also indirectly solved some camera problems that had troubled him for many years.
Zhou Yang didn't know what to say for a while.
And John Williams lowered his head and continued to look at the notes on the notebook.
His expression remained calm, but his heart became excited.
He is acutely aware...
The notebook I hold in my hand is very likely to be the most important classic in the music industry in the future.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, this is really a terrible place. Can we go to a quieter place and have a good chat?"
The noise outside the house made John Williams' mood rise again, and he became extremely irritable. He handed the notebook back to Zhou Yang, and then asked seriously.
……………………
"Ah? You... plan to have a good chat about music with Zhou Yang?"
"Another day?"
"this……"
This world is quite magical sometimes.
The magic made Cao Bangguo unable to recover from the shock for a while.
He saw Zhou Yang and John Williams walking out of the piano room, and then got into a car and left under the protection of a group of people.
Then……
His phone rang.
He was completely dumbfounded after answering the phone.