The Greatest Showman

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George stared at Renly in front of him, not knowing what to do with Renly. ;

He's a stubborn personality who never knows how to turn a corner, and would rather get his head smashed than bloody; but apparently so did Renly.

In this face-to-face confrontation, George was finally defeated. He lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, took a sip of his wine glass, and all the sharpness seemed to disappear in an instant.

This is only the second meeting between Renly and George, and each meeting is very short, it may not take more than a quarter of an hour, but he can still feel the loss of George, and the lion with its teeth and claws suddenly becomes excited. Disappointing, it is unbearable.

However, Renly did not intend to compromise because of sympathy and pity, he was not Jesus Christ.

Renly looked up at Neil, "Has Ed been at the bar lately?"

"..." Neil only had time to open his mouth, and before his voice came out, he was cut off fiercely by George, "If you care, contact Ed directly."

George is not so easy to be defeated, otherwise he would not have been stubbornly waiting in the pioneer village for four months. He turned around and looked at Renly stubbornly again, "Ed will come and perform every once in a while. , the accumulation of live performance experience, but also the inspiration for creation. He is not a genius creator, but he is an excellent narrator. This is his strength."

Renly nodded in agreement.

But then George changed the conversation, "I don't understand, why are you unwilling to record an album?" After only two sentences, George still couldn't hold back and went back to the original point.

Renly couldn't help laughing, and greeted George's eyes with a smile, "I don't think I'm a genius. Music is just a hobby for me. This is New York, and there are countless excellent independent musicians, I believe. , you'll find many great singers who love music."

George could tell Renly was serious. This made him feel a strong sense of frustration, and the taste was really uncomfortable. The anger that hated iron and steel was violently stirred in his chest. If he was ten years younger, he should have directly waved his fist and taught him a lesson. The young man was stunned.

"Because what I want to make is your music." George said earnestly, his voice even a little eager, because he was too anxious, some whiskey was spilled in his hand, and amber alcohol was spilled on the table, but he didn't have it at all. Noticing the general, he looked at Renly with burning eyes, "Your music has a vicissitudes of life and moving power, just like..."

George thought about it seriously, trying to find the right words, "Seeing through the meaning of time and space, it's as if you have regained life after experiencing death. That kind of power is innate, and it is also The reason why music is moving is that it is different from other art forms. It shows the color from the soul. It cannot be created out of nothing, nor can it be forced to eliminate.”

rebirth.

Renly's heart trembled slightly, and the fingers holding the beer mug became slightly wet. He brought the beer mug to his mouth and took a big sip. The smoked alcohol was bitter on the tip of his tongue. It turns out that music really comes from the voice of the soul.

George, ignoring Renly's subtle anomaly, said earnestly and intently, "If you're willing to record an album, I promise, I won't let those commercial elements corrupt your music."

"In this market, there are already too many music that compromises with the times, bows to the trend, and moves closer to the interests. There is not much music for you, and there is not much for you. I hope that what I record is real and pure. , the voice from the heart." George's cloudy eyes flickered with eager anticipation, "So, there will be no commercial promotion, no sales pressure. Just make an album with sincerity."

In George, Renly saw Stanley Charlesson and himself.

For Renly, music is just a hobby, an interest in passing time and expressing emotions after leisure. This has been the case since childhood. Even now that "Cleopatra" is doing so well on the Billboard, Renly doesn't care too much, that's a gift to Stanley.

He's not a singer and he won't be. He's an actor and has always been an actor.

He is willing to lie in a coffin for eight hours in order to be "buried alive", which is his insistence on performing; but he will not pour such strong and hot emotions into any other hobby.

George and he are the same kind of people.

Renly knew exactly how rare George's commitment was, as if it were "crazy in love" that no company was willing to invest, not even independent studios, because they needed to make a profit. Like Drake, in order to fulfill his promise, George not only needs to use his network, but also needs to pay out of his own pocket, just to realize his dream.

Renly also knew very well that four months, four full months, of perseverance, rain or shine, could even give a glimpse of George's long and magnificent life - not to win Grammys, not to sell albums, not to. In order to revive music, just to protect the last piece of pure land deep in my heart, I was born for music.

Renly knew even more clearly that such a pure dreamer had no room for survival in this cruel reality.

More precisely, Renly saw himself in George.

own future. At least, he hopes that it is his future, that he can persevere unswervingly, even fanatically and stubbornly, on the path he has chosen, until the end of his life, burning out the last bit of enthusiasm in his soul , and then back to silence.

When he stopped loving his dreams, that was the end of his life. Only freedom and dreams cannot be let down.

For him, acting was a dream; for George, music was a dream. difference, that's all.

"Okay." Renly nodded in agreement.

George was stunned for a while, and looked straight at Renly. He didn't seem to hear Renly's answer clearly, but he didn't ask any questions. He just stared at Renly, lest he would ruin the magical moment just now if he spoke. .

This look, which became fragile because of too much anticipation, began to doubt because of too much excitement, was motionless because of too much joy, the emotion was really too turbulent, and it pressed heavily on Renly'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 chasing his dream.

That was true at Sundance; the same was true of George in front of him.

Originally Renly agreed on impulse, but now, he has become certain. "I said, okay," Renly repeated with a smile.

A surge of ecstasy swept over, George was at a loss, looked around in a panic, picked up the glass, wanted to take a sip, but put it down directly, that dazed appearance, so sincere, so pure, And so moving.

Renly took another sip of the beer, the smoky taste was still bitter, but when he swallowed it, there was a hint of sweetness.

"What do you want?" George finally remembered, his eyes widened, and his face burst into an unprecedented look.

"Copyright sharing? Rejection of commercial activities? Rejection of unreasonable demands of producers? Participation in music creation and production? Prohibition of commercial abuse? Prohibition of overly commercialized packaging? Reasonable recording schedule? I know, I know, you As an actor, I will arrange the time reasonably and will never disturb your normal work."

As he talked, George was immersed in his own world, chattering like a child, and then he raised his head again and looked at Renly seriously, "What do you want? Say it, and I will meet it. you."

Renly couldn't help laughing. He raised his beer mug, which was half empty, and flipped it over. "I thought it was all about music."

George was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Yes, yes." He nodded again and again, "It's all about music."

He just wanted to make a real ballad album, put aside all the commercial considerations, put aside all the marketing plans, and just focus on the music with one heart and one mind. Even after the recording was completed, he didn't care if a single copy could not be sold.

He just wanted to regain his passion for music in his heart. This feeling is really long gone.

"Give me the manager's business card, the specific contract, and trivial matters such as the record company. I will contact him directly." As a senior producer, George naturally understands the production process. It can be seen that Renly is also a very pure person, and will not be interested in these meticulous matters.

Renly raised the beer mug towards George with a big smile. "That would be better."

George also picked up his glass, gestured to Renly, raised his head and poured the whole glass of whiskey down. After drinking, he put the glass heavily on the bar, full of pride and high spirits.

Renly also drank the beer, and George's eager voice came from his ears, "Then when can we enter the studio?"

Really impatient.

"Uh...I'm not sure, after the Oscars." Renly really had no idea. He was on vacation recently, and he had no urge to disrupt his plans. Next, he was busy with a series of awards season banquets, and then the Oscars ceremony. So, in the short term, he really has no idea.

George couldn't help choking, but this time, he didn't get angry, just comforted himself in a low voice, "Recording an album requires preparation of tracks, and you need to take your time."

For a musician like Renly who insists on being original, recording an album really can't be rushed. Just picking tracks requires enough patience.

"Have you insisted on recording the songs you created?" George changed the subject, but when he saw Renly's expression, he immediately knew that the answer was definitely no, which made George feel very worried. Sai, "Didn't I tell you last time? It's best to record the tracks you've created! Didn't you do this?"

Heartache so bad I can't breathe.

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