Chapter 554: Confused
As an outsider, Anson knows that history has deviated from the track and has now entered a completely different parallel time and space. Things have changed dramatically because of the flapping of his little butterfly's wings.
In the future, everything is unknown.
In this case, why not open your arms and embrace a whole new world.
So.
Anson had an idea, "Maybe you can try it at Warner Records."
Ryan was stunned, and he couldn't even care about the bitterness on the tip of his tongue, "Are you sure?"
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Anson nodded, "Why not?"
"Anyway, there is nothing to lose to me, because I am not sure whether Warner Records will care about my opinions. I am worried that there may be Counterproductive, after all, the name Anson Wood should now represent rebellion and individuality at Warner Records."
Dustin, "and unpredictable."
Anson pointed at Dustin, "It's still difficult to predict. You also heard that my recommendation may not be a good thing, and may even affect the first impression."
"But no matter what, if you need a chance , Dustin can get you an activation opportunity.”
It’s all about people.
Although Los Angeles is full of opportunities, without the right connections, ultimately you won’t be knocking on the right door.
For Ryan, this is enough.
certainly!
He said.
But after a beat, Ryan realized that he had not spoken out, lest he might miss the opportunity if he was slower, so he nodded hard, his neck almost seemed to be broken. ——
He needs this opportunity.
Ryan has always thought that as Timbaland's assistant and participating in the production lineup of big-name singers, the music industry will definitely see his talent. He has opened the door, and the opportunities should be great. All.
Now, that's not the case.
From a producer to a singer, from behind the scenes to in front of the camera, this may seem like a simple step, but it can be a huge step.
Record companies don’t care about a small songwriter at all. What they care about is the product, how to create a brand new product with exquisite packaging, and other talents, talents, and abilities are just a cloud——< br>
After all, geniuses who can truly amaze time only come once in ten years.
Talent. Talent.
Existence is present and important. But in Vanity Fair, where there are so many artists, they are all just merchandise on display.
Obviously, Ryan lacks the qualities to impress record companies.
Ryan has always been able to see opportunities and seize some opportunities, but he has never been able to turn the opportunities into reality.
He stood at the door of the world shrouded in spotlights, wandering around and around.
However, he didn’t know what he lacked, and how to break the invisible window paper——
Chance?
Any opportunity is good, as long as it is an opportunity, he wants to grasp it firmly.
What's more, is it still an opportunity from Anson?
Wait, how did this happen?
When his feet stood outside the gate of the City of Sound, bathed in the golden sunshine of California, Ryan still had no sense of reality, just like a dream.
So, what just happened?
How did he meet Anson? How did you get involved in the band’s recording? He was obviously just here to run errands, how did it turn into this?
Did he really finish the production of a song with Anson? Did Anson really introduce him to Warner Records just now? Did he finally see hope again?
Anson? That Anson from "Spider-Man"?
He felt dizzy and foggy, and he still had no sense of reality.
Joy and happiness, excitement and passion, all kinds of emotions are accumulated in the chest, ready to be exploded and released, and they can't help but want to scream.
However.
Click! Click, click, click!
Without warning, a burst of shutter sound burst out, and the dazzling silver halo interrupted Ryan's thoughts, pulling Ryan back to the ground like gravity, and was about to rush out of his throat. The cheers were forcibly interrupted. paparazzi.
Nowadays, the paparazzi are also very nervous. If there is any slightest sign of trouble, start it first and then press the shutter to study what is going on -
Lest you blink, an exclusive will fly away from your eyes.
After half a beat, I finally realized that the person bathed in the flash was not Anson, not even a band member, but an ordinary passerby. In an instant, all shutters stopped, and the world returned to peace in a second.
Then, the birds and beasts dispersed.
Ryan was left alone before he had time to figure out what was going on, standing top-heavy and almost unsteady.
What...what's going on?
Ryan looked at the empty space in front of him and was at a loss.
On that side, Rui En felt the glitz and nothingness of Vanity Fair.
Here, Anson and the band’s studio work is back on track again.
There were collisions and quarrels, happiness and joy. The recording work was more interesting than expected. Although there were some stumblings, the work was successfully completed in the end.
Finally, before the end of the summer, Anson's work came to an end.
There is no doubt that this is a busy and fulfilling summer:
The release of a movie, the recording of an album, and the shooting of a movie.
I have been busy all the way, and there is no time to slow down and chew carefully. Time has already whizzed by, dragging summer into its tail.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock at the door.
Without waiting for Anson to respond, a confident baritone could be heard in the next second.
"Anson? Anson Wood?"
"Hello, you have a golden ticket to Wonka's Chocolate Factory."
Anson walked through with bare feet In the lobby, open the main door, and then you see that strange but familiar figure.
He thought he would feel strange, but in fact, as soon as they met, a sense of familiarity invaded his thoughts——
In front of him was a middle-aged man about forty years old, thin and handsome, with gray hair on his temples, but It does not show aging at all, but has a kind of elegance and restraint polished by time. The temperament exuded from the inside out makes a simple casual outfit reveal a kind of elegance and calmness.
A pair of square, black-framed glasses cannot hide those clear eyes. Every wrinkle records the weight of time and experience.
For some people, the younger they are, the more beautiful they are, and the shining light of youth makes people unable to take their eyes away; for some people, the more mature they are, the more mellow they are, and their temperament polished by the years exudes a charming temperament.
Charles Wood, Anson’s father, belongs to the latter.
"Wonka, are you serious?" Anson was helpless.
The allusion comes from the novel "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", in which the chocolate factory belongs to Wonka.
In the novel, Wonka invites five children into his chocolate factory, and finally selects an heir; and the invitation is a golden ticket.
Charles opened his arms and gave Anson a hug without responding.
Anson:? ? ?
Charles seemed to be able to detect Anson's complaints and interrupted him first. He released the hug first and took out an object the size of a greeting card from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to Anson, "Of course I am serious."
Anson took the card with questions on his face, and Charles had already bypassed Anson and went straight into the house——
The recording ended, and Anson moved back to the original villa from the City of Sound.
"Ah, my child, this decoration is not very good. I can tell at a glance that you have no aesthetic taste."
(End of this chapter)