Chapter 383

George stares at Lan Li, but he doesn't know what to do with Lan Li.

He is a stubborn personality, never know the turn, would rather hit the head and blood, also at all costs; But obviously, the same is true of Langley.

In this face-to-face confrontation, George finally lost the battle. He dropped his head, drooped his shoulders, took a drink from his glass, and all his edge seemed to disappear in a moment.

This is just the second meeting between Langley and George, and each meeting is very short, which may not be more than a quarter of an hour, but he can still feel the loss of George, and the lion suddenly becomes dispirited, which makes people feel unbearable.

However, Langley did not intend to compromise because of sympathy and compassion. He was not Jesus Christ.

Langley looked up at Neil. "Has ed come to the bar recently?"

"Neil only had time to open his mouth. Before his voice came out, George cut it off viciously." if you care, contact ed directly. "

George is not so easy to be defeated, otherwise he would not be stubborn in the Pioneer Village for four months. He turned around and looked at Langley persistently again. "Ed would come to perform every other period of time to accumulate the experience of live performance and also draw inspiration from his creation. He is not a gifted creator, but he is an excellent narrator. That's his strength. "

Lan Li nodded in agreement.

But then George said, "I don't understand why you just don't want to record an album." After only two sentences, George did not hold back and went back to the origin.

"I don't think I'm a genius. Music is just a hobby for me. This is New York. There are so many outstanding indie musicians. I believe you will find many outstanding singers who love music. "

George could tell that Langley was serious. This made him feel a strong sense of frustration. It was really hard for him to feel. His anger was surging in his chest. If he was ten years younger, he would wave his fist and teach the young man a good lesson.

"Because what I want to make is your music." George said earnestly. His voice was even a little anxious. Because he was too anxious, his whiskey spilled out and amber alcohol spilled on the table, but he didn't notice it at all. He looked at Lan Li with burning eyes. "Your music has a power of vicissitudes, just like..."

George seriously thought about it, trying to find the right words, "seeing through the meaning of time and space, as if after death, he regained life.". That kind of power is innate, which is also the reason why music is moving. It is different from other art forms, showing the color from the soul. It can't be created out of nothing, and it can't be eliminated by force. "

be reborn.

However, lanli's heart trembled slightly, and his fingers holding the beer cup became slightly wet. He put the beer cup to his mouth and took a big sip. The smoked alcohol was bitter on his tongue. It turns out that music really comes from the soul.

George didn't notice the subtle abnormality of Langley, and said sincerely and attentively, "if you are willing to record an album, I promise, I won't let those commercial elements corrode your music."

"In this market, there are too many kinds of music that compromise with the times, bow to the trend and move closer to the interests, one more than you, one less than you. What I want to record is a real, pure, heartfelt voice. " George's turbid eyes twinkled with ardent expectation, "so, there will be no commercial publicity, no sales pressure. Just making an album from the bottom of my heart. "

In George, Langley saw Stanley Charlson and himself.

For Lan Li, music is just an interest. After leisure, it's just an interest to pass the time and express one's mood. It's mostly like this since childhood. Even now that Cleopatra has achieved such excellent results on the billboard, lenley doesn't care too much. It's a gift for Stanley.

He's not a singer, and he won't be. He is an actor, always an actor.

He is willing to lie in the coffin for eight hours in order to "bury alive", which is his insistence on performance; But he would not pour such strong and hot emotion into any other interest.

George and he are the same kind of people.

Langley clearly knows how rare George's commitment is. It's like "crazy love". No company is willing to invest at all, even independent film companies are no exception, because they need to make profits. Like Drake, in order to fulfill his promise, George not only needs to use his contacts, but also needs to pay out of his own pocket, just to realize his dream.

Langley also clearly knows that four months, four months in full, rain or shine, can even glimpse George's long and magnificent life - not to win Grammys, not to sell albums, not to revive music, just to protect the last pure land in his heart, to live for music.

Lanli knows more clearly that such a pure dreamer has no living space in this cruel real society.

More precisely, Langley saw his future in George. At least, he hopes that it will be his own future. He will stick to it unswervingly, even enthusiastically and obstinately. On the road he has chosen, he will go all the way to the end of his life, burn up the last passion in his soul, and then return to silence.

When he stopped loving his dream, it was the end of his life. Only freedom and dream can live up to.

For him, acting is a dream; For George, music is a dream. The difference, that's all.

"Good." Lan Li nodded and agreed.

George was stunned and looked directly at Lan Li. He didn't seem to hear Lan Li's answer clearly, but he didn't ask. He just kept looking at Lan Li, for fear that his mouth would destroy the magic moment just now.

This look, because it was too long-lived and became fragile, because it was too excited and began to doubt, because it was too happy and did not move, the emotion was too turbulent, and it was heavy on Lan Li's chest. He didn't know whether he could bear this rich and hot dream, but he knew that he was never alone on the road of pursuing dreams.

So it was in Sundance; The same is true of George in front of us.

Originally, Lan Li just agreed on impulse, but now, he became certain“ I just said, "OK." Lenley repeated it with a smile.

A wave of ecstasy swept in. George was at a loss. He looked around in a panic. He picked up his glass and wanted to have a drink, but he put it down directly. His lost appearance was so sincere, so pure and so moving.

Lanli took another sip of the beer. The smoky taste was still bitter. After swallowing it, it was sweet.

"What do you want?" George remembered at last, his eyes widened, and his face looked like never before.

"Copyright sharing? Refuse commercial activities? Refuse the producer's unreasonable request? Right to participate in music creation and production? Prohibition of commercial abuse? Ban over commercialized packaging? Reasonable recording schedule? I know, I know, you are an actor. I will arrange my time reasonably and never disturb your normal work. "

With that, George immersed himself in his own world, babbling like a child. Then, he looked up again and looked at lenley seriously. "What do you want? Say it and I will satisfy you. "

Lan Li couldn't help laughing, holding up the empty beer glass and turning it over, "I thought it was all about music."

George Leng Leng, then also burst out laughing, "yes, yes." Nodding, "it's all about music."

He just wanted to make a real ballad album, put aside all commercial considerations, put aside all marketing plans, and concentrate on music. Even after the recording, he didn't care if a copy couldn't be sold.

He just wants to regain his inner passion for music. It's been a long time.

"Give me your agent's business card. I'll contact him directly about the specific contract and record company." As a senior producer, George can't understand the production process better. It can be seen that Lan Li is also a very pure person, and will not be interested in these details.

Lenley raised his beer glass to George with a big smile. "That would be great."

George also took up his glass and motioned to Lan Li. He looked up and poured down the whole whisky. After drinking, he put the glass on the bar heavily, and was full of pride and spirit.

Langley simply drank the beer, and George's eager voice came to his ear, "when can we enter the recording room?"

Sure enough, it's acute.

"Er... I'm not sure, after Oscar." Lanli really has no idea. He's on holiday recently, and he doesn't have the impulse to disrupt the plan. Next, he'll be busy with a series of awards season banquets, and then the Oscars. So, in the short term, he really has no idea.

George can't help choking, but this time, he didn't get angry, just whispered to comfort himself, "recording an album needs to prepare repertoire, it needs to be done slowly."

For a musician like lanli, who insists on his own originality, recording an album really can't be done in a hurry. Just choosing tracks requires enough patience.

"Do you insist on recording your music now?" George changed a topic, but he saw randomly Langley's face. He immediately knew that the answer was definitely no, which made George feel very upset. "Didn't I tell you last time? It's better to record the tracks you created! Didn't you do that? "

My heart is too sore to breathe.