Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 13 Beast Nova
  "Tell me about it!" Badman was very interested in Tang De's confidence.

Raymond also cheered up and wanted to know what kind of cover the photographer planned to take for his album.

Tang De reached out and took the napkin from the table. Well, it was a napkin again. He didn't know why it was always in this place when talking about creativity.

But there was nothing to fault. Tang De took a square napkin and said, "If this is Raymond's album cover, I'm sorry, who can give me a pen?"

"Hey!" Davis called the waiter and asked for a pen, throwing it to Tang De like a dart.

After Tang De caught it, he drew a simple figure on it with a pen.

Far better than Apollyon's painting skills, a row of English words at the top represents the album title.

At the bottom, I drew an outline of a character and painted it over a wide area with a pen.

"This is the place where your album name is placed. Raymond, what is it called?"

"Beast Nova." Raymond took a sip of Coke and said the name of his album.

Tang De raised his eyebrows. He had never heard of this name before. It should belong to a very ordinary hip-hop album. But this is normal. Black hip-hop artists release too many albums every year, and only a few of them truly become famous.

And he may not be alive now.

Therefore, in his opinion, Ramon's album's fate is destined to be released on the street. All he has done is to carve patterns on the shit and package it from the stinky shit that people hate and love into a piece of fragrant shit that doesn't look so bad. .

Although there is no difference in the taste in the mouth.

"Okay, Beast Nova, put it at the top." Tang De took a pen and explained to Badman: "And the color of the album cover will be unified red, and the font will be golden."

"What's down there? A beast?" Davis couldn't help but ask, but was hit by his brother the next second.

"You brat, that's me!" Raymond saw the meaning in Tang De's painting: "So I'm just below the title, but it doesn't seem like there's anything new."

Badman thought about it and said, "Yeah, that album cover sounds a little simplistic."

Tang De smiled, of course it is simple, both in terms of layout and shooting.

But this does not mean that the album cover is bad. In fact, the creativity he mentioned came from the cover of The Weeknd's "Starboy" song in 16.

It's a song he collaborated with Daft Punk, and upon its release, its MTV won the European Music Awards for "Best Pop Video."

In addition, its cover is also regarded as a classic hip-hop cover, not because of its form, but because of its unique color scheme.

Tang De smiled at the confused looks in Badman and Raymond's eyes: "It sounds simple, but it's not. I plan to make Raymond's whole body blue."

He clicked on three parts with a pen: "Blue, red, and yellow, the three primary colors of art. It is also one of the most eye-catching color combinations. Coupled with film noise, it is absolutely cool!"

"Red and blue?" Badman frowned and thought for a while, feeling vaguely that there was indeed a sense of impact, but now there is no picture to establish a more intuitive impression in his mind.

And Raymond simply shook his head: "Hey, Bro, don't you think this is too monotonous? Why don't I find some horses and take a photo with my brothers, just in black and white, it looks much cooler than me alone!"

What he is talking about is the cover style often used by many hip-hop singers at present, holding a pile of money and gold chains in his hands, covered with tattoos, all in black and white, focusing on a gangster style.

A small watch with a big gold chain, this style is similar to the Northeastern aesthetic of my distant hometown.

But Tang De sneered at this: "Raymond, do you really want the album to sell well?"

"Of course!" Raymond's loud voice made other people's ears ring.

"Then it's going to be unexpected!" Tang De knocked on the table: "Think about it, there are black and white albums everywhere in the record store. Now there is a bright album with red, blue and yellow colors. Do you think those customers will take a second look? "

Badman suddenly clapped his hands: "That's right! That's it, Tang De is right!"

Raymond looked at the two of them in a daze and scratched his head: "What on earth do you mean? Why can't I understand?" Davis seemed to have understood the key, nodded and whispered: "Brother, it is true. , better than black and white.”

Raymond frowned and saw Badman jokingly said: "Raymond, you really should study for a few more years, look here!"

He took out a red lighter and put it on the white table: "Which one do you think is more attractive to you, red or white?"

"Of course it's a lighter, Badman, you are so considerate, I just wanted to smoke." Raymond directly picked up the lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and distributed cigarettes to others.

Tang De smiled and refused, while moving his butt a little further away from them.

Second-hand smoke is not only harmful, but also smells the most unpleasant. He doesn't want his healthy body to get sick due to it.

But after taking a few puffs of cigarette, Raymond seemed to have figured out the key. He shook his head and said: "Red is more eye-catching than black and white..."

"Trust me, Raymond." Tang De shrugged: "I'm a professional."

"Yeah, you're right, brother." Raymond struggled for a while and then figured it out: "Professional things should be left to professional people, and the division of labor should be clear."

"Yes, the division of labor is clear." Badman laughed: "That's it, Lehman, we will take the cover as soon as possible tomorrow, and then I will help you hand it over to the factory for printing."

"Although if you do this, the cost will be higher than black and white."

Badman kept hesitating, hiding his expression in the smoke.

"Badman, if you want to be successful, you can't care about the cost!" Raymond was very confident: "Maybe my album can sell all over New York and let everyone know my name!"

"I hope so!" Badman stood up and patted Tang De on the shoulder: "Come to the company tomorrow and we'll talk about what needs to be prepared for the cover, Tang De.

"no problem."

"Okay, I have to deal with some things today, so I'll take the first step."

"Goodbye, Mr. Badman."

"See you tomorrow."

After Badman left the pizza shop, Raymond suddenly invited Tang De to hang out in his music company.

Tang De didn't have anything to do, so he didn't refuse and followed Raymond and Davis directly into the back of the building not far from the pizza shop.

Unlike the bright and spacious music company he imagined, Raymond took him directly into the basement, which was tightly surrounded by iron fences and had a thick iron door blocking his eyes.

"Is this your company?" If it weren't for the 'Fez Music Company' sign hanging on the door, Tang De would have thought he was in a prison.

Davis, who was holding Arkady, spread his hands and said: "This is normal. You will know it after you see it more."

And Raymond had already stepped forward to knock on the iron door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound was loud, and soon someone opened the peephole and scanned everyone with a scrutinizing gaze.

Then the iron door opened, and an unbelievably strong black man with tattoos on his arms let a few people in.

"Good afternoon, Slo."

"Do you have a cigarette?" Sluo looked a little lazy.

"Here you go." Raymond handed him the box of shriveled cigarettes directly, then bumped his fists with him, and led Tang De and others into the Face Music Company.

(End of this chapter)