Chapter 1463 Trust Band
"What the hell is going on? Tell me the truth, don't worry, I can bear it."
"Dustin, really, I don't know the situation either. I'm as confused as you."
"But you saw Anson, right? He is alive, and he can talk, complain and joke? He appears on Warner Records, our company?"
"Yes..."
In Mike Donovan's office, Dustin Thorne is asking for details.
In fact, he had asked these details repeatedly several times, and they were all clear; but anxiety and uneasiness grabbed his throat, and his heart was still beating wildly. He couldn't help it and had to confirm it over and over again.
However, the conversation was not completed and was interrupted by the sound of pushing the door.
Reflexively, Dustin turned around and looked over, and saw the figure at a glance. Despite wearing a baseball cap, he still recognized it immediately.
That, Anson Wood.
A kind of instinct, an impulse, Dustin takes steps without hesitation, and goes forward in three steps -
Anson saw the oncoming figure, smiled and greeted, "Hey, Dustin..."
However.
Before he could finish his words, Dustin in his sight became faster and faster, and finally turned into a ball of flame, rushed over straight, cutting off Anson's words, giving Anson no chance to react.
Bang.
A hug.
Dustin hugged Anson firmly, tightly, and with all his strength, he could even feel his body trembling uncontrollably, without words. The excitement and confusion, the excitement and touching were naturally conveyed, which was more moving than any language.
One second, two seconds—
There was a rustling sound, a rustling sound came from outside the office, boiling like boiling water, and the entire floor seemed to be slightly vibrating.
The door panel slowly closed, blocking the sound, but did not calm down completely, but instead felt the earth's reaction more and more.
At this moment, Mike finally came to his senses, "Dustin, are you crazy?"
"Let go of Anson and don't act like a sixteen-year-old girl seeing her idol. God, you won't cry, right? Please don't be so embarrassed, okay?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Mike felt a little guilty and couldn't help but clear his throat to hide it.
Just now downstairs, his performance was no different from Dustin.
Dustin finally came to his senses, let go of his hands, took a little step back, looked at Anson up and down, and seemed to finally confirm that the person in front of him was Anson, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no tears. Dustin was not only so crazy, but his eyes were still slightly red.
Dustin didn't hide it, and just showed it generously.
"This is called true temperament." Dustin glanced at Mike mercilessly, "We musicians are all true temperaments, you businessmen don't understand."
Mike:...
Anson's eyes showed a smile, "Honestly, I thought so too; but just downstairs, Mike showed me another side..."
Mike was anxious, "Anson!"
The sound was so shocking that all eyes were gathered on Mike.
Mike quickly coughed and cleared his throat to change the topic, "Dustin, what are you doing? Anson and I still have something to talk about. If you come to reminisce about the past, wait."
"Reminiscing the past, whoever reminisces with you, I'm just coming up to catch Anson." Dustin didn't reserve at all and shouted, "No matter what the price, we need to renew our contract with Anson, at least three albums, no, at least five albums, no, no, I think it still needs ten..."
As he spoke, Dustin himself was also unsure and turned to look at Anson and cast a questioning look.
Anson shook his head gently. Dustin was slightly stunned, "Too many?"
Anson gave a positive reply, "Too many."
Dustin looked at Anson, "Then are eight...five...or three?"
In Ansen's eyes, he gradually decreased obediently, but when he finally reached the three photos, he was unwilling to give in. This is his bottom line. If there were fewer ones, it would not work.
This time, Dustin shook his head firmly, rejecting Anson's look, and then looked at Mike again and said his decision, "At least five."
Anson:? ? ? What about the three promised?
"We need to capture musicians like Anson. There are not many geniuses like him. Do you understand? We need to keep Anson at all costs. I know that you have economic and efficiency considerations at the company level. I don't understand your math, but I know that Anson's talent is immeasurable and cannot be measured by simple numbers."
"Anson has only one..."
Mike, "Dustin, calm down!"
Dustin, "I don't want to calm down. Go to his calm down. You have been calculating there, but after all, there is no progress. I just know that we can't miss Anson."
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"Mike, last time we went to Los Angeles to visit Anson, took the risk, and finally we got a 'Midsummer Midnight', and you went straight up and went up. Why? Now, you are starting to look forward to the front and back and forth."
"You can't do this..."
Mike, "Dustin..."
Dustin, "Calculation calculations, you smart people are condescending, hiding behind the negotiating table to control the power of life and death of ordinary people, but what are you planning to do?"
"It's been several months since the Grammys, but you have never given Anson a definite answer. Not to mention Anson, even I feel disappointed."
Dustin is like a high-speed train that fails to brake in Hollywood movies. Its speed is getting faster and faster, completely losing control, incoherent and speechless. I guess Dustin doesn't know what he said, and a car accident is happening in front of him.
Mike took a deep breath and seemed to hear the sound of the alveolar explosion clearly, "Dustin!"
Finally, the world became quiet.
Dustin shut his mouth, but still stared at Mike without any hesitation.
Mike, “That’s why Anson came to the company today, we need to discuss cooperation; Anson said he is preparing his own solo album.”
The air is quiet.
His eyes were all gathered on Anson, but no one spoke, and even his breathing and heartbeat could not be heard.
Dustin looked at Anson with a dull and astonished face, casting his eyes at the inquiring gaze, eagerly seeking confirmation, the emotion was too strong to reveal a little despair.
Compared with the intrigues in the film industry, the record industry seems to be...
No, no, this should be an illusion. The record industry and the film industry are just as good as the other side. It should be just that his opening method is slightly different.
Anson's smile rose gently, and then he pursed, "Don't worry about me, you guys continue."
"I can talk about it again, and it seems that I can speak up at will. You know, the contract conditions - I think I should raise the price."
"Dustin, I don't know how you are, but numbers are very important to me."
Mike couldn't help it, and his smile came out from the bottom of his eyes.
Dustin is not in the mood to joke now, "Anson, is it true? Is that guy saying it true? Are you really preparing your own personal album?"
Looking at Dustin in front of him, including Mike, Anson believes that it is the right choice to not consider other record companies.
(This chapter ends)