Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 76

After pressing the last key, John Burns slowly exhaled. This is the only piece of music. As long as Angela is familiar with these pieces, the recording work can start immediately.There is no doubt that this girl's musical talent is amazing, of course, in some ways it is really a bit dumbfounding.

for example?For example, at the beginning, she actually asked to play three different pieces of music with three different instruments in the EP!Jesus, this is an EP, not a record!Besides, even if it is a pure music record, there are instruments as the main instrument, instead of using different instruments to play different pieces of music. If she does what she says, this record will fail completely, even if her skills in each instrument reach the level of a master At the first level, when the staff in the studio heard this request, they all saw a ghost, including myself.

But fortunately, after her own explanation, the little girl readily agreed to the revision and apologized to everyone. The way she stuck her tongue out is really cute, but judging by her appearance, she doesn’t know much about pure music records. , so why did she insist on releasing a pure music album?

John shrugged and flipped through the sheet music in front of him. At his suggestion, Angela chose the piano, so he designed three piano pieces for the girl, one classical, one jazz, and one that will be included in the last EP. It was adapted from "Big World" by the author, which not only has a classical flavor, but also combines modernity, and it can also make people recall the last record, which will definitely arouse people's interest.

"I've kept you waiting, Mr. John." Angela's voice came from the door, she was clutching her stomach lightly, her face was a little pale, and she showed no extraneous expression.

John didn't notice this, but moved away from his seat: "It doesn't matter, it won't be too long, and there is the last song. When you are fully familiar with it, we can start recording."

"Okay, no problem." Angela sat in front of the piano, thought for a while and asked suddenly: "Mr. John, what is MMC?"

"Oh, that's short for Mickey Mouse Club," John explained, before asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. When I went to the bathroom just now, I met two girls. They asked me if I was a new member of MMC." Angela shrugged.

"Oh, the Mickey Mouse Club is a multi-person group established by the head office in 89, usually children aged 8 to 13, they toured the United States, performed, sang, danced, etc., today they are here to record, because the members The number is not fixed, and children often join in the middle, so they will ask you like that."

"Sounds interesting." Angela touched her chin.

"Do you want to join? You will definitely be the lead singer, and there are many children in the club who are also fans of Miss AM." John said half-jokingly.

"Come on, Mr. John, do you think such a combination will have strong vitality?" The girl pouted.

"What? What did you see?" John was slightly surprised.

"There are many people in the group, but the number of people is not fixed. People often join or quit, and they are all children under the age of 13." Angela turned her head away and looked at the music director with a smile. "I don't believe you can't see it."

John shrugged: "Well, I admit, this group can last for at most two years. To be honest, I opposed it at the beginning. Unfortunately, I am just a small music director."

Then he waved his hand: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go back to the last piece, the piano version of "Big World", this is the score I wrote, you try to play it once, then Let's talk about it, shall we?"

"Why not "My Name Is Elaine"? It is said that my EP was also sold well in Europe because of the French version of this song, and even occupied the top position on the French music charts for several weeks." Angela asked.

"But in the United States, the popularity of "Big World" is much higher than that of "My Name Is Elaine". The contract we signed is that this record will reach 1 platinum sales locally." John said with a smile.

"Okay, I see." The girl shrugged and was about to start playing, but at this moment there was a knock on the door, and a young man appeared at the door: "Excuse me, Mr. Burns, MMC There's something wrong, can you come over and take a look?"

John frowned, and then said, "Okay, I'll come."

Then he turned to Angela: “I’m sorry, Miss Angela, please wait for me a little bit, I’ll be back soon.”

"Okay, sir." Angela nodded.

The music director strode out and headed to the recording studio, only to find out in the recording studio that it was just some stupid staff who made a mistake about the song the kid was going to sing, and the guy who was in charge of choosing the song went out and called him I didn't get a call back several times, so I had no choice but to ask the director to take a look.

John was very dissatisfied with this, reprimanded them severely, and waited until they organized the children and officially started recording before leaving the recording studio.

"I don't want this to happen again." This was his warning before leaving.

What a bunch of idiots.He muttered as he walked, and when he walked outside the music room, he heard a rush of music coming from inside, buzzing like a wasp, but with a rhythm that made people feel another rhythm.

Flight of the Bumblebee?No, it's not, it's a bit like that, would it be... that? !impossible!John, who was a little dazed, pushed open the door hastily and carefully. Angela in front of the piano was waving her arms and playing the music rapidly. It has been swung to the extreme, and every time it lands on the black keys, it is so fast that people can't see clearly. Finally, after a burst of fierce notes sounded, the girl suddenly raised her hand and didn't play anymore, but it was full of notes. A gratified smile appeared on the sweaty face.

John, who had been stunned for a long time, came back to his senses at this moment, walked to Angela's side, hesitated for a while before asking: "Enduring_movement?"

Angela, who was still panting, smiled and nodded, and she could see that she was very happy.

"God!" John felt dizzy, "This is a piece for two pianos!"

In fact, although "Infinity Motion" is played with black keys, it requires extremely high skills to play with both hands, but it is not like no one has done it, but Angela is only 12 years old. Shocking enough.

"It's a pity that I still couldn't finish playing it," said Angela, who had recovered, rubbing her fingers, with a smile on her face, "but I managed to play the fourth bar, you know, I was always stuck here before. , thanks to the atmosphere here.”

"I'm already amazed at your musical talent, but you actually gave me a surprise, I really don't know what to say," John shook his head, "To be honest, Angela, I think you should read music Academy."

"Why? Are the teachers who taught me not professional enough?" Angela asked.

"Of course not, but the conservatory has the best atmosphere, where your talents can be fully utilized!" John said seriously.

Angela raised her hand and watched her fingers move a few times, then shrugged noncommittally: "Let's talk."

The music director roughly guessed some of her thoughts, after thinking about it, he held her hand, raised it in front of her and said, "You don't have to worry at all, look, you haven't grown up yet, your hands are very beautiful, When you mature, your fingers will definitely become more slender, and then you may be able to play the complete "Infinite Motion"."

"Become more slender?" Angela asked suddenly.

"Yes, if the fingers are slender enough, there will be many advantages." John was talking, and suddenly found that the girl's face was red for some reason, her eyes were wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"What's wrong?" the music director asked strangely.

"No...it's nothing!" the girl said with some concealment, and quickly changed the subject, "Okay, Mr. John, let's go back to the last song."

"No, no, no, Angela," John interrupted hastily, "Through your playing just now, I have a new idea now, let's try it!"

"I thought it would take you a while to finish, my dear." Frank, who was sitting in the cab about to start, looked at his niece who came in.

"Actually, if there are no accidents, I'm afraid I won't be able to come out until dinner." Angela said a little tiredly after sitting in the back seat.

"Really?" Frank said, looking at Sparrow who was sitting in the co-pilot.

"The music director wants to readjust the plan. He said that with Miss Mason's ability, a subversive performance can be performed." Sparrow raised the plan that was no longer in his hand.

"Subversive playing? Dear Chris, you can surprise people wherever you go." Frank shook his head and started the car, as if he was jealous.

"Okay, uncle, you can say whatever you want, anyway, you have already gone to Los Angeles to invest." Angela replied weakly.

"According to the information I have collected, the box office of "Sleepless in Seattle" in the United States is about 1.8 million. So, my dear, I have changed my mind. You promised me that the script should not be lower than this figure." Frank put The hands on the steering wheel kept clapping.

And Angela rolled her eyes: "My God, don't you know movies, uncle? The box office of a movie depends on many factors, and the script is just one of them. Most of the reviews are focused on the acting skills of Mr. Tom Hanks and Ms. Meg Ryan, but my script only mentioned a little bit. At most, it is a good idea to use "Jin Yumeng" to guide the development of the story. Ideas, that's all."

"Then you're saying that Julie's acting skills are not as good as Miss Ryan's?" The unscrupulous uncle glanced at the rearview mirror jokingly, waiting for this sentence.

The little girl got stuck, stared at her uncle for a while, and then lamented: "Can I talk about this later when I am in trouble?"

"Trouble? How about telling me?"

"No, you don't want to hear it."

"Oh dear, how do you know I don't want to hear it if you don't tell me."

Angela rolled her eyes again, then ground her teeth, and leaned behind him: "Really want to know?"

"Of course, maybe I can help you."

"Okay," the little girl took a deep breath, "I have dysmenorrhea!"

Click! , Mr. Sparrow, who had been sitting in the co-pilot seat without speaking, holding a pencil and writing something on the paper, poked a hole in the paper in his hand.

At the same time, with a creak, the car braked suddenly on the street. Fortunately, there were not many other cars, and there might be a car accident.The little girl who didn't pay attention to the precautions and almost hit something when braking couldn't help but screamed: "God, I'm already bad, do you want me to be worse than this?"

"Hey, Chris, what did you just say? Pain... Dysmenorrhea? How could you..." Frank hadn't reacted yet.

"After a girl's menarche, most of the time she will experience dysmenorrhea. Do you need me to explain to you what is menstruation and why do you have dysmenorrhea? Uncle?" Angela said while lying on the backrest, gnashing her teeth.

"Oh, no... no, honey... I just... I just didn't think you were a big girl." Frank stammered.

"Didn't expect it? Of course, how could you think of it, how could men think of this! They don't know what it's like to have dysmenorrhea, they just say, well, it will be better soon, it doesn't make any sense, God should let Men often feel this way too!" As if venting, Angela spoke extremely angrily, the poor uncle was being used as a scapegoat, and she didn't dare to show it, but fortunately, Mr. Sparrow interjected at this time: "Two, we stop now It's in the middle of the road, if you don't go, the police will come."

Then the little girl stopped talking, and sat back on the seat to sulk. Frank was relieved. It seems that some people say that women with dysmenorrhea are as unreasonable as menopause. Of course, he dare not say this When it's time to say it, start the car and move on.

Angela actually didn't think of this, but she lost control accidentally, and now the dysmenorrhea is much worse. Just now at the record company, she went to the bathroom several times because of the pain in her lower abdomen. Playing "Infinite Motion" and trying to distract myself, so I accidentally broke through the fourth measure. The atmosphere I told John was pure nonsense.

Damn woman!What not to do to be a woman!God, Allah, Lord Buddha, and Jade Emperor are all fucking bastards!Angela held her belly and scolded all the gods in her heart, but what's the use of scolding, it can make her feel painless?Can you turn yourself back into a man by scolding him?

So the girl could only bite her lip in frustration and sit back on the seat. She knew that she was still good. After menstruation, she made up a lot of relevant knowledge. Now she can only be regarded as mild dysmenorrhea, and if it is severe, she must stay in bed Rest, it may even not be relieved by pain relief measures!And this is still a normal phenomenon for me. Every woman may experience primary dysmenorrhea after menarche. If you don't pay attention to your body in the future, it will be fatal because of women's disease and secondary dysmenorrhea.When she thought that such a situation would be with her for at least decades in the future, she felt a little sad. Why is it so difficult to be a woman?

By the way, it is said in the book that dysmenorrhea usually occurs 2 to 3 years after menarche, why did it start just over ten days ago?Angela was a little strange, but then she thought of the night after two days of menopause.Could it be... because... masturbating?The girl blushed all of a sudden, but then smiled wryly, maybe it has something to do with it.

If you come out to hang out, you really have to pay it back!