Chapter 416

"The song Han Mo Sang was called Billie Jean. It's so exciting."

"I was just a space walker. Now I have to learn this song first."

"A spacewalk without Billie Jean is an imperfect spacewalk."

"I think life is going to be a little exciting. I want to believe that my 101st space walk will slide out of the earth and into space, ha ha."

"Don't you find that this is the first time Han Mo sings an English song?"

"After Cantonese songs, Han Mo refreshed my understanding of him again."

The new song released by Han Mo on the Internet has pushed the wave of crazy imitation of spacewalk to a new height.

Originally, some singers were dismissive of Han Mo's video. They thought that imitating spacewalk was so popular without accompaniment, just because everyone was afraid of the whim of new things.

But when "Billie Jean" was born, at first, it was just a space walk for netizens to entertain themselves. It became a divine song with accompaniment, songs and dancing while singing.

"Hello, Mr. Han, we want to use the song" Billie Jean "as the theme song of our car advertising. You can talk about the price freely, and we can accept it."

"Mr. Han, your Billie Jean is great. Can we invite you to perform at our annual wechat ceremony? Our group can offer three times the price. "

"Xiao Han, I'm Xiaohu's father. Billie Jean has been popular all over the country. The kindergartens of the little guys are imitating. Our website is on track now, but we lack a theme song. Sell it to me. It's easy to say the price. You can give me as much as you want."

One morning, Han Mo received more than a dozen phone calls, all about Billie Jean. He never thought that the song would spread so fast and have such commercial value in the eyes of others.

But on second thought, this song is really worthy of such crazy pursuit by everyone. It is worthy of such popularity both in the past world and now. Michael Jackson has been imitated and never surpassed.

Little pangxie knocked on the door of Han Mo's office holding the folder and walked in slowly. Since Han Mo said it many times, he began to notice his surprise. He said it to himself several times a day, steady, steady.

Little Pang Xie frowned gently and walked up to Han Mo, "I received a lot of calls this morning, all about Billie Jean. I've written them down here." Then little pangxie put the folder in front of Han mo.

Han Mo casually opened the folder. The first A4 paper was filled with words. Several A4 papers were the same. They were full of words. He scanned a few in front of him and wanted to meet Han Mo to talk about the copyright of the film theme song of Billie Jean. Some want to be the theme song of the amusement park. Hopefully, Han Mo can record a teaching video of space walk and publish it on their website.

In fact, he probably guessed that even he had received so many calls in the morning. Those who could call him were people who were relatively familiar, not to mention little pangxie.

Han Mo picked it. He will never perform on the stage. He doesn't have the energy. He needs to be busy recently. Han Mo doesn't want to record the teaching video. After all, he is not a choreographer. It's mainly a matter of time. He can teach his daughter and mother to dance, but netizens can only hope that everyone can watch the video and learn by themselves.

Because there are so many other theme songs, he first asked Ponzi to classify them, then picked out alternative brands and units, and then decided according to the situation. He believes Ponzi can handle it well.

"Now click any website that can upload videos, all of them are spacewalks. It's really interesting. At first, they didn't have background music. Now they use your paid download of Billie Jean in their dance. There are also K songs that imitate you, singing and dancing. " Xiao pangxie took the task given to him by Han Mo and didn't leave in a hurry.

It's reasonable that the song is easier to dance after it comes out. Han Mo was not surprised.

Suddenly Han Mo's cell phone rang. He answered too many calls all morning. He guessed that it was the same as every phone, so he connected directly without looking at the caller ID.

"Hi, Mr. Han, this is stanson."

Han Mo was stunned. Since the end of the Gaya International Film Festival, Han Mo has never received any phone calls about Gaya. Some finishing work is completed by e-mail, but they are more official. Han Mo was a little surprised to call him this time.

The person on the other side of the phone is not only the staff of Gaya International Film Festival, but also the first chairman of the presidium. Han Mo did not expect the phone call of stanson, the most authoritative and influential film festival, but he politely said, "hello."

"I saw your spacewalk on the Internet. God, it's amazing. I saw such a dance step for the first time in my life." In Han Mo's impression, stanson is an old man with gray hair, but his tone of saying this sentence is like a child who finds surprise.

Han Mo never thought that stanson, who was far away in Gaya, Europe, had watched his video of space walk.

Master stanson continued, "don't you know that your spacewalk has been wildly reproduced in Gaya. Now people who imitate spacewalk can be seen in the streets of Gaya, whether children or old people."

Mr. stanson introduced the magic of Billie Jean and the spacewalk to Han Mo, and began to get down to business. It turned out that the old man wanted to learn, but he was old and had poor coordination ability. The video was secretly taken from the side and rear. The viewing angle was good, but the teaching angle was not good. The old man couldn't learn at all.

It's also because it's too difficult to learn, so the reason why the old man began to look for videos is that he didn't want to admit that he couldn't learn because he didn't have a talent for dancing.

Others want to buy the copyright of Han Mo's space walk teaching video, but he doesn't want to sell it, but stanson wants him to record a better angle space walk video. Han Mo is embarrassed to refuse. It's not a deal, it's a favor.

Han Mo agrees to master stanson's request, and the master happily hangs up the phone.

Before hanging up the phone for a second, Han Mo's mobile phone rang again.

"Hello, Mr. Han, we are the American recording society. Your work Billie Jean has been selected by 12 branches of our society and has been recommended as the primary work of Shelley award."

Han Mo was stunned. He knows the Shelley award. This award is a bit like his original world Grammy Award. It is a music palace that musicians all over the world yearn for. There are the most authoritative award-winning institutions and the best works here. Any participating works do not need to boast and boast, because there is a sufficiently complex and fair jury to make the most correct judgment.

This is the biggest music feast in the United States, not to mention that no one in Z country or the whole of Asia has participated in it, and no one has even recommended it, let alone passed the primary election.

Although happy, Han Mo also knows that the selection of this award needs a long process. There are many works entering the primary election. After the classification of the jury, the first round of voting will be conducted to select four awards: annual record, annual album, annual song and annual newcomer.

The list of works after the preliminary evaluation will be voted by the jury for the second round. The jury has issued a series of complex procedures to effectively ensure the fairness of the selection.

The staff of the Shelley awards did not introduce much about the selection rules. As long as they are musicians, they will know these rules, because this is the holy land that millions of musicians all over the world yearn for, and its influence is no less than the position of the Gaya International Film Festival in the hearts of filmmakers.

Han Mo hung up the phone. The surprise and surprise only stayed in his heart for a moment, not on his face.

Little pangxie never left. Although he couldn't hear what the other party said, he could hear Han Mo's words, "brother Han, Shelley award?" Little Ponzi asked tentatively, incredulously.

Han Mo nodded slightly.

Little Pang Xie rubbed to his feet, fiercely closed his eyes, took a deep breath, patted his heart position, seemed to be trying to calm down his violent beating mood, and confirmed, "is it really Shelley award?"

Han Mo looked at the excited little Pang Xie who tried to restrain himself from jumping up and said lightly, "it's just that he was recommended to enter the primary through screening. The next things are still unknown."

Bang——

The chair was knocked back by little pangxie's calf and fell to the ground with a dull noise.

"Long live brother Han, brother Han, you are my idol, idol, ah, ha ha!"

Han Mo glanced at pangxie's dancing appearance and shook his head helplessly.