Chapter 1261 Return to Work
The really complicated part of Vanity Fair lies in the human heart.
Because the human heart cannot be calculated. Every action may trigger different reactions and different thoughts, but no one can control the human heart.
The same is true in front of me.
The Grammy Awards unexpectedly opened up the situation for Anson and brought a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break the situation, making the Academy jealous.
But how to seize the opportunity and how to control the situation has become a problem. If he is not careful, Anson may completely irritate the college.
Everything needs to be balanced.
Lucas's mind was running fast and he grasped the key points at once.
Unexpectedly, Anson looked calm and calm, and his calm expression made Lucas show a little confusion. Anson saw it and laughed directly.
“You are good at talking about numbers and games, but you are not good at talking about human relationships.”
Lucas could taste the ridicule in Anson's words, but he didn't mind at all and nodded, "So it's still up to you."
Anson was satisfied, "We promised the director that we would go to the set after the award ceremony. , now the entire How can I break my promise when the crew is waiting for me?”
“I am serious about regretting missing the Oscar for the sake of the movie.”
Lucas is not in a hurry. , quietly waiting for Anson’s next words.
“We will go down and head to the shooting location as planned.”
"As for recording... there's no rush, no rush."
"Warner Records and Apple will have to compete for a while."
Lucas shook his head, "Not necessarily. This is an opportunity. , time is very important, whether it is Apple or Warner, they all know the importance of time, the entire discussion The negotiation should progress very quickly."
Anson, "I know, I also plan to make the negotiations with Warner Records as concise as possible, and even cede some benefits if necessary."
Lucas understood, "Prepare for subsequent negotiations?"
Anson nodded, "Miles and his new band are preparing. They also need a new record contract. I'm worried that Warner Records will push back."
As a former partner, Anson sincerely hopes that Miles They were able to continue pursuing their musical dreams and achieve great success -
even though it was very difficult.
Most bands start over after breaking up, and their subsequent performance is very poor, perhaps with the exception of Nirvana's drummer David-Grohl.
The drummer founded the Foo Fighters band after the death of the band's legendary lead singer Kurt-Cobain, and achieved an achievement that is not inferior to that of Nirvana.
Difficulties are indeed difficult, but Anson still hopes that he can help in a small way.
Lucas, "What about your own record deal?"
Anson said lightly, "Do I need to worry?"
Lucas think about it seriously , and then nodded in agreement.
Anson, "What's more, it's still unknown whether I will have a second album. Haha, making movies is so fun. There are still many things I want to try."
Lucas was not surprised, "The most important thing is that you are happy. If everything is in a hurry, what about the recording?"
Anson laughed heartily, "Have you forgotten? Our destination?" "
Lucas frowned slightly, "Memphis?"
Anson nodded, "Yes, Memphis is a city with music flowing in its blood. I have a way to kill two birds with one stone and ensure that our cooperation with Apple can proceed smoothly while making the guys at the academy not aware of it." "Well... at least Blameless”
Lucas looked at Anson's expectant smile and relaxed a little. He did not continue to reply, but scanned the hall.
"...Is this where we entertained Matt just now?"
There was no need to wait, Lucas knew Anson's response with his toes.
"Pack your luggage, otherwise let Noah...forget it, I'll do it."
Without any more nonsense, Lucas got busy with his hands and feet.
From the corner of his eyes, he watched Anson stand up and prepare to help. Lucas waved his hand, "You sit down. Sitting quietly is helping."
......
Memphis, this quiet city The ancient city is located on the banks of the Tennessee River. The hot wind from the south of the North American continent blows gently, and the mystery of the accumulated years gently blows over the flowing water of the Mississippi River.
Noisy, yet peaceful.
I have witnessed the pain of history and the greatness of legends here. At dusk, the setting sun is like an orange flame, quietly falling on the river. Calm your mind, listen carefully, and the bricks and stones under your feet tell the story. The grandeur and vastness of time.
There is no doubt that musical notes have long been integrated into the blood of this city.
The melodies of blues and rock and roll float out from the bars on the street corners, as if they are ancient chants sealed in time; the blues players walking through Bell Street, their fingertips running across the guitar strings, crooning The song lingered under the night sky for a long time, telling her own dreams and scars.
At the same time, this is a city full of contrasts worth exploring.
Barren neighborhoods and bustling central axis coexist. The noisy city center that keeps pace with the times is incredibly surrounded by poor and dirty neighborhoods. The atmosphere of the ancient south is intertwined with the light of modern civilization. Everything is All are breeding conflicts and sparks.
In the dark and dilapidated long alleys, it seems that you can still hear the whispers of the cotton plantation era, telling the story of the hardships and pains this city has experienced.
However, it is precisely this profound historical accumulation that gives Memphis a unique romantic temperament. People are used to thinking and exploring, and use music to collide, heal and tell.
The sky of this city is always shrouded in an indescribable poetry. The hot and humid air seems to carry the memory of the river, gurgling; the lights on both sides flicker on and off, like stars, illuminating the past. The echo makes people gradually lose themselves in their own memories while looking at it.
Language, unable to target.
In Memphis, time seems to be a graceful illusion, quietly recording those stories and scars, and then quietly nurturing the color and splendor of music, re-describing the past and the future in the flying notes. The scenes, those desires, those brokennesses, those struggles are revealed one by one.
Close your eyes and you can hear it.
The key point is whether you have the courage to interpret and the strength to carry it.
This is the third time Anson has come to Memphis in three months. Each time he has a different experience. The sights of this city in his eyes are always changing but they all merge into the same river. flow.
In the airport lobby, you can see a sign held high in front of you -
"Anson Wood, the most handsome man in the universe."
Reese Wei Thurspoon held up the sign with a smile on his face and saw Anson and his group at a glance, jumping up and down and cheering like cheerleaders.
"Hey, hey! Here!"
It is extremely difficult to miss it, so that other passengers leaving the airport also cast their eyes:
Anson? Which Anson?
Anson couldn't help but hold his forehead, but he still smiled and stepped forward to give Reese a hug, "Number one in the universe? God, we have already walked out of the Milky Way."
"Haha." Reese Qian laughed heartily and whispered in Anson's ear, "You said we need to make some noise, what about it, is this noise enough?"
Anson also laughed out loud, "I believe Los Angeles should have received the news at the same time."
(End of this chapter)