Chapter 54: Chapter 53= I Just Learned_l
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“What do you think Miss Green is thinking? Isn’t she being too harsh on Eric
Mitchell?”
“Yeah, it seemed like Eric Mitchell was already admitting his mistake. There was no need to drive him away, right?
“You guys didn’t see Eric Mitchell’s face when he left, he looked like he wanted to eat someone.”
“Miss Green doesn’t fear Eric Mitchell, but the elders of Mitchell family might be a little tricky. She should’ve been more thoughtful.”
“I don’t know what she sees in those two.”
-Who knows? But she said she’ll talk to Eric Mitchell later. With Miss Green’s status, a few sweet words should be enough for him to step down gracefully.”
“Can’t figure out the minds of big shots.”
Although Avril Green’s handling of the situation was perfect, it’s inevitable for people to have doubts.
Especially those in the business and entertainment circles who had been flocking around Eric Mitchell since they arrived today.
These people were quite hurt.
With their status, they didn’t have the opportunity to truly connect with Avril Green, they could only exchange pleasantries and show their faces.
It’s unlikely that Avril Green would collaborate with them.
Their purpose for coming here today was not just to suck up to Eric Mitchell, but to seek his help in their own respective fields and businesses and try to reach a tentative agreement with him.
They were here to build connections, networks, and talk business.
But now that Eric Mitchell has been driven away and they’re still here, it’s a bit awkward.
Everyone knows that Eric Mitchell is petty.
It’s hard for these people not to worry. If they didn’t take action to support him at the critical moment, will he hold a grudge?
If they couldn’t climb up the business ladder, they might even end up offending him.
But if they had the chance to choose again, they would still stay.
Leaving would offend Avril Green.
Staying would offend Eric Mitchell.
Which is more important? Everyone knew the answer.
However, their biggest pain point was that even if they didn’t offend Avril Green, they couldn’t gain any benefits and could only gather together to grumble quietly.
At this point, amplified sound from the small courtyard indicated that Avril
Green was about to speak on stage.
She started by briefly thanking the guests for taking their precious time to attend and then cracked a few light-hearted jokes to liven up the atmosphere.
These things were of no real substance or connotation, but social interactions were often made up of such content.
“As you all know, it’s my rule to usually sing two songs. However, since Jenny has just released a new song, I invited her on stage to sing for everyone. How about that?”
The crowd clapped politely to show their welcome.
A few bosses and executives in traditional CD distribution channels even publicly committed to increasing their purchase volume and marketing efforts.
The representatives from several domestic internet music platforms also showed their support, offering high-standard Tire 2 contracts on the spot. The vice-president of Spotify Top even took out their top-tier A-Class contract. Spotify Top’s previous strategy of acquiring a large number of newcomers and new songs in an attempt to overtake No. 1 Fly was very successful, and they were almost able to kill No. 1 Fly.
But the divine “Boring” turned all of Spotify Top’s heavy investments and fierce pursuits during the quarter into a complete waste.
This hurt Spotify Top dearly.
The head of Cool Song Copyright Department, Lewis Brown, was even transferred from his position, ostensibly for a lateral move but in reality, it was a demotion.
Although Lewis Brown performed well in trying to acquire “Boring”, with a keen eye and accurate judgement, in the business world, the focus is more on results than the process.
Only those who produce results go up, and those who do not go down. Lewis Brown’s failure to secure the song for Spotify Top further widened the gap between the company and No. 1 Fly.
Someone had to take the blame, and it could only be Lewis Brown.
When Jenny Hart took the microphone with an electric guitar in hand, the onlookers who had been closely following the conflict between Harrison Clark, Carrie Thomas, and Eric Mitchell sensed the underlying intrigue.
Wasn’t the new song that the college student sang the one Harrison Clark wrote for Jenny Hart?
“I’m grateful to Lucia for giving me this opportunity. Now I’ll present you with my new song, ‘Deep in the Night.’ Since we haven’t started formal production, there’s no accompaniment. I’ll play and sing myself,” said Jenny Hart after tapping on the guitar in her arms.
Without missing a beat, Avril Green interjected, “Did you hear that, everyone? Today we’re blessed to have this truly collectible new song in its original form. Thank you, Jenny.”
Hearing that it was a private collectible edition, the atmosphere in the venue heated up a bit.
The crowd was instantly silent.
Jenny Hart smiled, plucked a couple of chords, then paused.
“This is a rock song. It seems that just playing the guitar doesn’t give it enough flavor. How about I invite the exceptionally talented musician and creator of ■Deep in the Night,’ Harrison Clark, to play the drums for me?
As she spoke, staff members brought the drum set on stage.
The people didn’t consult with Harrison Clark beforehand, catching him off guard.
He did learn to play the drums in the last dream, but he wasn’t as proficient as the guitar. In his own opinion, his performance was barely passable.
More importantly, he had never performed publically. He didn’t intend to go on stage.
However, Jenny Hart’s reasoning was too substantial for him to decline. “Do you… know how to play drums?” Carrie Thomas asked quietly. She had heard Harrison Clark playing the guitar many times, but never the drums.
Avril Green and Jenny Hart on stage were waving at Harrison Clark.
The two had never considered whether Harrison Clark can play drums or not. How could someone who composes such a song not know how to play the core instrument in the melody?
“I’ll do it,” Harrison Clark said and stepped up on to the stage.
Avril Green’s smile was radiant.
Jenny Hart looked forward to his performance.
Carrie Thomas glanced at his back with a rare hint of worry.
Sitting on the drum set, Harrison Clark looked around and then personally adjusted the arrangement and placement of the drums.
It was his habit.
As the saying goes, a true expert shows their skill right away.
In the eyes of those knowledgeable, Harrison Clark’s simple operation carried an inexplicable charm.
He had always considered himself as a craftsman instead of someone with talent.
So Harrison Clark’s approach to learning was very rigid. He didn’t hope for any sudden bursts of inspiration or creativity, but just strived for accuracy in restoring the original.
He never thought there was anything special about his little habit, given he’d never discussed playing with anyone else before.
When it came to performing on stage, he severely lacked confidence.
“I should clarify that I can write songs, but my performance may not be that great. You might not believe it, but two months ago, I was a complete outsider. I just learned drums this month. Sorry if I mess up, please don’t laugh at me.” He spoke in a very “humble” and “low-key” manner, revealing a certain truth.
Jenny Hart and Avril Green were surprised.
Jenny Hart asked, “Really?” Harrison Clark nodded, “Absolutely. I just learned this month..”
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