Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 904 "I'm Forgetting You"

After an almost seamless pause, Juli, swaying his guitar, began to sing about his childhood like a big boy from two families:

“And our friends are all aboard
Our friends all boarded the submarine.
Many more of them live next door
But many people live next door
And the band begins to play
The band then began to play.
We all live in a yellow submarine
We all live in the yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine…

These lyrics are incredibly simple. If this song were released on a normal music platform and people listened to it because of Bian Lang's reputation as the producer who wrote, composed, and arranged the song, then many professional music critics would probably start criticizing it.

It's even possible to say that Bian Lang had someone else write the song under his name?

But given the atmosphere at the scene, the already "brainwashed" crowd seemed to accept this premise without question. Whether anyone will comment on Bian Lang later is a matter for the future.

Anyway, everyone should just get hyped up right now!
As we live a life of ease
When we live a comfortable life
Every one of us has all we need
Each of us gets what we need.
Sky of blue and sea of ​​green
Blue sky and emerald green ocean
In our yellow submarine
Living in our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
We all live in the yellow submarine…

After the pre-chorus ended, what followed was undoubtedly a massive sing-along from the entire audience! And it was a true, full-audience sing-along:
"Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
We all live in the yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine…

Seeing this, even the DGM staff, including Longicorn's manager, had to admit, "Longicorn's luck is truly incredible!"

They came as a guest band, sang a new song, and the whole audience sang along. There's no way to argue with that.

Evelyn asked Longicorn's agent directly, "Will Villarreal have any objections this time? Wave is even prepared to use his connections to find a Chinese sportswear brand sponsor for them!"

Upon hearing this, Longicorn's agent could only sigh and say, "Men shouldn't like football, especially European men. It will make them lose their most basic ability to think! Does Villarreal really deserve such a huge favor from Wave?"

Evelyn was initially confused, but after listening to the song, she understood: "This song belongs to that team; Wave just wanted to write it. As for commercial aspects, he'll think about it, but not much!"

Take the matter of finding sponsors, for example; Bian Lang was being a bit presumptuous.

Indeed, China has now carved out a path beyond OEM manufacturing and is beginning to establish a reputation for Chinese manufacturing.

But what is the point of a domestic sports brand sponsoring a non-top La Liga team?
Villarreal is not Real Madrid or Barcelona. Can its sales growth driven by its domestic influence compete with the cost-effectiveness of other domestic sports stars?

Or has their market already expanded into Europe?
These are all problems!

If this were the original Earth, Bian Lang might be able to name Li Ning. But on this planet, he truly knows nothing about him.

Therefore, when Liang Kuan heard this news, she was somewhat amused and exasperated. However, after thinking it over, she realized it wasn't entirely impossible to negotiate. It would just mean dragging Rolling Stones and Bian Lang into it as well…

As for Panama, although Ivo thought the song was just so-so from beginning to end, he couldn't help but curse in his heart after seeing this effect: "This is too exaggerated! How can a mediocre pop song have this kind of effect!"

If Yiwo could speak Sichuan dialect, what he would blurt out right now would be: "I don't believe you!"

There's a bit of envy, but not jealousy, since the two bands have different ideas. Even if a song like "Yellow Submarine" were to become an absolute hit, Panama would never sing it.

First, they are not short of money and can live quite well by making the music they like; second, they don't like this style of song.

This latter point is also the direct reason why many musicians on Earth criticized this song! On Earth, few people would deny the contributions the Bug Band made to rock music, and their greatness to rock music!

However, this does not prevent these people from simultaneously disliking or even criticizing some of the works by the Insect Group. Not only "Yellow Submarine," but also "Hey Jude" has many people following up with various dislikes and nitpicking.

This is perfectly normal!
This is a problem that Bianlang and the Longicorn band will continue to face in the future, but why would Bianlang care?

At this moment, Guo Sichu leaned against him like a soft-bodied animal, not at all bothered by the cameras in the distance or nearby. She chatted openly with Bian Lang, saying, "This band is different from Hatter. Panama. If they want to sign them, I think DGM will let them go."

Bian Lang waved his hand dismissively and said, "There's no need. It's too much trouble to set up a team for them overseas!"

Guo Sichu laughed and said, "It's not like you have to do it yourself, what's the trouble? Just bring out the music in your head that's suitable for this band..."

"Well, if Sister Kuan has a plan, she can discuss it with Sister Chen. I won't offer any opinions."

Bian Lang was well aware of his own limitations; business was not his forte. His current seemingly successful business plans were all simply imitations of his past life's experiences.

His success is also inseparable from his somewhat extraordinary background. Compared to someone like Liang Kuan, who has spent half his life in the entertainment industry, Bian Lang would have been completely ruined without even knowing how. Fortunately, however, these people are all on his side.

After saying that, Bian Lang put his arm around Guo Sichu's waist and said, "Let's go, we'll see your performance soon."

"They're here to see us!" Guo Sichu approached, nuzzled Bian Lang's chin with the tip of her nose, and then left to prepare to go on stage.

Chen Shuting, watching from a distance, was thoroughly pleased. In her heart, Dong Youbian wasn't bad, but his compatibility with Bian Lang, both now and in the future, would only decrease. Guo Sichu, on the other hand, was completely different. Having seen all the sights from the mountaintop, he wouldn't be as insecure about the rapidly growing Bian Lang as Dong Youbian was.

Chen Manman, who was present at every event, felt a mix of emotions as she watched this scene.

She knew that Dong Youbian couldn't let go of Bian Lang in a short time, and of course she hoped that Dong Youbian and Bian Lang could reconcile.

But she herself knew that it was almost impossible.

But Bian Lang's speed is a bit too much...

Chen Shuting glanced back at Chen Manman's expression and said in a knowing tone, "Don't be so surprised. Guo Sichu has been eyeing Bian Lang for a long time. They've known each other for much longer than Dong Youbian. They have some history together..."

Only after being reminded of this did Chen Manman realize that it was indeed true.

She had also seen the video of Guo Sichu and Bian Lang drinking together; at that time, Dong Youbian hadn't even met Bian Lang at the music festival yet. It's safe to say that Dong Youbian's appearance was incredibly coincidental; everything that started with Dong Shuxian seemed to be intricately linked to Bian Lang, contributing to this whole affair. But Guo Sichu probably just watched quietly all along…

For some reason, a line from Bian Lang's lyrics suddenly echoed in her mind: "There is no such thing as forever anymore, everything is spectacular and fleeting, watching him build tall buildings, watching him entertain guests, the victor is king and the vanquished is villain..."

Even more coincidentally, just as she finished thinking, Bian Lang, who had returned to the stage, spoke up: "Coming back to Red Square, I want to sing a different song for everyone!"

When Bian Lang sang, "We used to sing love songs all the way to see you, regardless of day or night, and you replied, 'Just a love song...'"

Chen Manman, of course, did not know that these were all songs by Secretary Ma, but she had heard Olaf say: "Bian Lang's songs seem chaotic, but if you listen carefully and analyze them, you can always find some songs with a very unified style and temperament from these messy styles."

If Bian Lang can maintain this pace and quality of creation for 10 years... no, 5 years is enough, then the works he accumulates are worthy of a dedicated course for study!

There was something Olaf didn't say at the time, but he had already decided in his heart: "If no one else will do this, then I will take charge..."

Therefore, Chen Manman could roughly deduce that the song "Just a Love Song" and "Sending Flowing Water" shared the same origin. For some reason, she now felt that Bian Lang's purpose in singing this song was to respond to Dong Youbian!
But in fact, the song list had already been decided. After confirming that the show would be divided into three parts, Bian Lang decided to use the middle section to sing some less energetic songs. This was also to set the stage for Guo Sichu's "Listen To Your Heart" at the end of this section.

Since we've sung about Secretary Ma, then we absolutely must arrange for some serious action.

In the earlier shows, Bian Lang wouldn't have dared to do this even if he wanted to, since everyone has a sense of gain and loss. He also hoped that Rolling Stones' first tour would be a success. Although he didn't say it and appeared confident, Bian Lang still felt uneasy at that time.

Perhaps I've seen too many examples of bands that disband after one tour in my past life.

Bian Lang doesn't remember which band it was, but after The Big Band ended, they used their newfound fame to start a tour.

When the band started with two or three hundred people, and later managed to get seven or eight hundred, and even had a chance to reach 2000 people for a special performance, the band almost broke down.

The fatigue from a year-long tour, coupled with the stark contrast between the high online popularity of "The Big Band" and the disappointing offline performances, led to endless arguments among the band members. I remember it was either the keyboardist or the drummer who posted on Weibo that if they couldn't sell 2000 tickets for the next show, it would be his last performance with the band!
While Rolling Stones has Bian Lang supporting its creative system, and the momentum has been steadily improving, no one can be certain about the future of the international market.

Everyone's afraid of a complete disaster!

If that situation really happened, wouldn't someone say something like that?

Bian Lang thought it was unlikely, but the complexity of human nature lies in its unpredictability; who can say for sure? So in the previous few rounds, Bian Lang didn't make any bold attempts.

But by this penultimate showing, even without looking at the box office, Bian Lang already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. Now that he'd passed the stage of trying to stay calm and not be reckless, how could someone with "reckless" in his name possibly continue to cater to the convenience of foreign languages?

Moreover, he's been planning this song for a long time.

Bian Lang knew that Dong Youbian was in Europe, and he also knew that Chen Manman, his "informant," would come to the scene for every event and then go back to report to Dong Youbian.

So he wanted to use a song to completely sever this surveillance relationship that he disliked so much.

The original plan was to save this song for the last show. Since I'd be going back to China after the performance, this song would be a proper way to say goodbye to Dong Youbian.

But who could have predicted that Guo Sichu's affair would happen so quickly!

So he took the opportunity to release this song.

May the past fade away like smoke, and may we all be well from now on...

Although there was still the connection with Rolling Stone Records, Bian Lang knew that Chen Shuting and the others would handle everything perfectly for him!

Just as Chen Shuting said, their relationship seemed sudden to others, but in fact, it had been foreshadowed for a long time.

At that time, Bian Lang didn't think too much about it, and Guo Sichu didn't insist too much. In fact, there were already clues in some details about the past, but the two of them were blinded by external affairs.

Even during rehearsals, Bian Lang simply listened to everyone's instrumental ensemble without joining in. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to sing much of this song!
In any other band, the other musicians would have already turned on everyone: "You think you're so great just because you're the lead singer? What were you pretending for during rehearsals? You were going to go up there and sing karaoke all by yourself without us?"

But at Rolling Stone, the others wouldn't have any objections, since this guy has basically never made a mistake.
Bian Lang's works, whether new or old, feel like songs that you've listened to and sung for many years. Performing them live is just a process of reminiscing.

After receiving a signal from Bian Lang, Dayong's deep and steady drumbeats, along with Hua Yan's reverberant piano melody, immediately lowered the atmosphere in the room.

This kind of music, even without lyrics, allows you to immediately feel that sadness is definitely the dominant theme of the song.

Bian Lang, carrying a wooden guitar, stood behind the microphone stand, replaying his past with Dong Youbian frame by frame, building up his emotions.

Guo Sichu had never heard the song sung before. She had read the lyrics but hadn't had time to ponder their meaning. Because she trusted Bian Lang; she believed that this Sagittarius rock musician was a straightforward person who, once in love, would never dwell on the past.

Against the backdrop of a dark red stage, the intro slowly reached 39 seconds.

Bian Lang approached the wheat rack and, in his deep, slightly hoarse voice filled with the smoky aroma of alcohol, slowly poured out his heart:

I'm forgetting you

Please forget me too.

Go forward via another path
No need to follow the long puzzle
The details will be calculated in the future...

(End of this chapter)