Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 816 Fan Meeting in a Foreign Land
A music-themed photography exhibition is currently being held in the exhibition hall of the Roundhouse. Although rock music only accounts for a small part of the exhibition, Bian Lang still took a serious look at it.

Although there are no Zombies, Pink Floyd, or Guns N' Roses in this world, there is no missing out on any of the rock bands that should be there. The photos in this exhibition include photos of many rock bands that have performed in Camden.

The time span is from the 70s to around the millennium. According to Bian Lang's idea, if you can understand the history of the bands that appeared here, you can rock and roll even if you are only half-baked.

After a quick look, Bian Lang, led by Evelyn, entered the part of the Roundhouse Theater used for performances.

After entering and taking a quick look, Bian Lang was slightly shocked by the architectural style that combined both classical and modern elements.

The steel beams and columns from the middle of the last century support the dome structure. In addition to stabilizing the structure, various carved structures unique to that era are scattered between the various arcs, which visually look like lace woven out of steel.

Looking at the circular stage located in the center of the venue and the red armchairs surrounding it in 360 degrees, Bian Lang felt that in such a place with a classical and romantic atmosphere, he should sing some psychedelic music.

The best look is long, fluffy hair, a thick beard, bell-bottom pants and a khaki suit jacket.

The keyboard player was pumping a hand-rolled cannon, and the lead singer was hugging the innocent blonde, whispering in her ear: "Riders on the torm... Riders on the torm, Into this house we're born, Into this world we're thrown..."

This song has already been released and is also on the backup repertoire for this tour, but Bian Lang hasn't decided which stop to use it, or whether to use it in Europe.

After all, The Doors is an American band, but thinking about the connection between The Doors and the Original Earth theater, Bian Lang thought about it and decided on this song.

Hua Yan, who had just finished a tour outside, walked in. Bian Lang waved at him and motioned him to come over here.

When they got to Bian Lang, Hua Yan guessed Bian Lang's intention almost instinctively: "Brother Lang, what backup song do you want to play?"

"For "Riders on the Tower", you, Di Li and Teacher Shi should discuss among yourselves which one is the most suitable to pair with him."

Upon hearing that the piece of music she had been longing for was finally going to be premiered, and looking at the performance venue with a strong classical atmosphere, Hua Yan smiled so much that the corners of her mouth stretched to her ears.

Although the two of them were communicating in Chinese, Evelyn had memorized the English song title in her mind without making a sound: "Riders on the storm... If Wave had been born in Europe in the past, he would have been the one who could survive a duel."

"Wave, let me tell you about the stage settings..."

According to DGM's plan, the temporary circular stage in the center will be dismantled and a square stage will be built directly opposite the main entrance.

The theater now has a flat area around the circular stage, with all the original seats removed, making it an empty inner field. In this way, the venue can accommodate about 2000 spectators.

This number may sound a bit low, but among the 1500 tickets pre-sold by DGM, statistics show that only 23% of the buyers were Chinese.

Such a ratio is considered a good result among Chinese artists who have come to Europe to perform throughout the dynasties.

Those pop singers from Earth who hold concerts in Europe with tens of thousands of people, no matter who they are, are actually performing for their overseas fans. There is probably no one in the entertainment industry who can actually hold a special show in Europe that a large number of Europeans are willing to pay for to watch.

Those pianists in the classical circle and those from the national team who entered Golden Vienna may have this appeal.

After listening to Evelin's introduction, Bian Lang belatedly asked, "By the way, where is Sister Chen?"

"Go and Elf to deal with the Exodus matter. Wave, you have to get used to being in Europe. I should be the one serving you." Evelyn also knew the inside story of Dong Youbian's affair, so of course she had to help cover it up.

She had been in China longer than Elf, and had come into contact with more people and things in the entertainment industry. She knew very well that in China, if Dong Youbian's incident was really used well, it would only take a moment for Bianlang to collapse, and it would be really difficult to get back on his feet.

Of course, at the beginning she had some hope that Bian Lang really couldn't make it in China and would come directly to Europe. This might actually be a better choice for both Bian Lang and the Rolling Stones' careers.

After all, compared with the foreign rock music market, China feels like it is not in the same galaxy.

But after getting to know them, she completely gave up the idea, because she found that not only Bian Lang himself, but the entire Rolling Stone gang had a love for the land of China that she could not understand.

For example, this time, even though DGM arranged the food and accommodation conditions according to the Rolling Stones' requirements, down to the details of how often they would eat Chinese meals and how the dishes would be arranged, I still heard that there were still a lot of pickles, spicy strips and other foods in everyone's luggage.

Bian Lang didn't think much about it when he heard it, he just asked. When the plane landed, Bian Lang did think of Dong Youbian for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

After dinner in Camden, the group left by car, but their destination was not the hotel, but the rehearsal venue arranged by DGM headquarters.

After arriving at the place, Bian Lang saw Wang Wenhui, dressed like an ordinary person, sitting on a bench at the door with two cups of coffee and greeting him.

Under the dim light of the street lights, it feels like agents in a movie preparing to exchange information on the street.

Bian Lang said hello to the others and asked them to go in first. He walked straight to the bench and sat down. He took out a cup of coffee from the brown paper bag that Wang Wenhui had packed. While drinking it, he asked, "Why did you come here directly? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"I had originally told Mr. Chen about this, but she said it was necessary to let you know about this matter, and then she gave me the address and I came directly. It only took less than 2 hours to fly from Berlin, and I haven't seen you, Brother Lang, for a long time."

Bian Lang took a sip of coffee, feeling the sour taste exploding on his taste buds, before he continued to ask, "So what's the specific situation now?"

"They were planning to register the copyright for the work you gave Cohen in the United States, but it was discovered and blocked by the people at DGM. You asked the people at DGM about the specific process, but I'm not really sure.

But Ms. Watts from AC told me that CAA has already started to prepare to take the path of inciting racial conflicts to do social relations..."

"Hmm? Please explain this to me carefully. I really don't understand what else they can do?" Bian Lang really couldn't think of what this matter might be.

"For example, according to what Ms. Watts envisioned, Cohen could say that these works were completed by you together, or that you gave them to him. And now you have become the treacherous person, not only forcing him out of DGM, but also taking away the works..."

Hearing this, Bian Lang couldn't help laughing: "Then he started saying that I look down on working with black people, is that the way?"

"Yes, that's the way. In the United States, some black people are indeed typical examples of being strong-willed yet sensitive and fragile. However, if they apply the politicians' tactics to the entertainment industry, the effect should be good." Bian Lang nodded and said, "But I still have a question..." Bian Lang paused and took a sip of coffee, as if he was thinking about how to word it.

After waiting for about ten seconds, he said, "Why do they want to target me and the Rolling Stones? Are we really worth it?"

Wang Wenhui had done his homework. Although he did not expect Bian Lang to ask this question, he did know the answer: "Because there is a general election this year, anyone or anything that may interfere with the outcome of the vote will become a target of capital attention!"

Hearing this answer, Bian Lang laughed at himself: "What virtue do I have? Besides, the affairs of the American elders have nothing to do with me. Even if I have the influence, there is no way I would get involved."

"That's true, but they can use this incident of yours to unite some black people!"

After hearing this, Bian Lang blinked several times before he could figure out the logic of the matter. Then he felt that his brain was not enough. He was just a rock singer, and he just wanted to leave these excellent music works brought from Earth on the Blue Water Planet before closing his eyes again.

However, he felt that as he took bigger steps, he would be involved in more and more people and things. He could not avoid many things that he had to do and was unwilling to do.

"Well, thank you. How long do you plan to stay this time?"

"I went back to Berlin overnight and will come back on the day of the Rolling Stones performance. My wife is pregnant, so..."

"Congratulations, then go back and take care of him. If there is anything, just call us later..."

"Oh, Brother Lang, there's something else I want to tell you. The international students and Chinese in London have organized a Rolling Stones fan club. They're having a party tomorrow, and they want me to try to invite you to attend."

After hearing this, Bian Lang was a little interested. After all, he was also curious about what the Rolling Stones fans would do when they got together?
So I asked specifically: "What kind of party is it?"

"In this fan club, there are many people who are musical instrument enthusiasts or students who are learning this. Among these people, there is a Chinese who is a young boss who does business here and I know him. He has a manor here and they have a party there at a fixed time every month...

Let's play some instruments and some Rolling Stones songs, and exchange ideas with each other. This month it happens to be before your tour, so please ask me to invite you..."

“Are they all Chinese?”

"I don't know about that. They should have formed a team consisting of only Chinese people..."

"Send me the time and place. I'll check tomorrow's rehearsal schedule. If you're not too nervous, it would be nice to go out for a walk and relax!"

"Well, I'll send it to you later. I won't say anything to them, to avoid any trouble."

"Well, be careful on the road." Bian Lang stood up and walked towards the rehearsal venue. After a few steps, he turned around and called Wang Wenhui, who was not far away, "Wang Wenhui, if your wife wants to eat local specialties, just tell me. Someone will come over in a few days..."

When Wang Wenhui heard this, he instantly felt that Bian Lang was so thoughtful. It made him feel that Bian Lang really treated him as a friend, more than calling him brother a hundred times.

"Well, I'll go back and ask. I really won't be polite to you, Brother Lang."

……

When the rehearsal ended that night, it was already 2 a.m. British time. According to Dayong, the reason they stayed up so late was that they were just getting more tired due to jet lag.

On the way back to the hotel, Bian Lang told everyone about being invited to attend the fan club party.

Evelyn was the first to agree: "Chinese fans are the core of the Rolling Stones, especially abroad. They can easily lead people around them to listen to the Rolling Stones' music..." Of course, as the Rolling Stones' agent abroad, it is completely necessary for her to contact large fan organizations.

Others thought the same as Bian Lang: "We can go and see what these fans are doing when they get together."

So without a single vote against, the itinerary was confirmed!

It was just that the weather was not good that day. On the way there after dinner the next day, it started to drizzle.

Bian Lang was afraid that the event would be cancelled due to weather reasons, so he called Wang Wenhui to ask about it. As a result, when they arrived at the place, the entrance of the manor was like a reception for leaders, with dozens of people standing there holding umbrellas waiting!

The Rolling Stones were all flattered when they saw this, so they jumped out of the car and trotted into the manor.

When they got to a place where they could take shelter from the rain, Ye Tao, the owner of the manor and one of the founders of the fan club, came up to Bian Lang excitedly to chat with him: "Brother Lang! You don't know, when I received the message from Wen Hui today that you guys were coming, I almost rolled in the mud to celebrate!"

Bian Lang shook hands with him and then hugged him. He took a general look at the situation in the manor before asking, "What are the rules now?"

"There are self-service food and drinks in the house, but it's a bit casual, don't be disgusted, Brother Lang! Originally, a group of us planned to play a row of Rolling Stones songs today, record a video and prepare to post it on YouTube to cheer for the Rolling Stones' tour!

When we were still deciding on the songs, Wenhui called us. We were so excited that we put the matter aside. Now that Brother Lang and you are here, we will arrange it for you right away..."

After saying that, Ye Tao began to call for help: "Band members, get ready. Don't be busy signing autographs or taking photos. Everyone is here. There is plenty of time and opportunity tonight..."

After he shouted this, several men and women stepped out from the crowd surrounding the Rolling Stones musicians and followed Ye Tao to the small stage in the yard.

Because of the rain, a temporary tent was set up on the small stage to shelter from the rain, and other fans were waiting to watch in various sheltered areas nearby.

Dayong came close to Bian Lang, looked at the band that was about to show off their skills in front of them and said with a smile: "What do you think they will sing?"

Bian Lang thought for a moment and replied, "It won't be "Dream of the Tang Dynasty" anyway..."

(End of this chapter)