Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 171 Kiss of Thanks
Little Taylor was very angry.

Because she felt like she was being sold, which made her feel bad.

Tang De did not rush to explain, but instead lowered his head and picked up a few branches.

After little Taylor stood there for a while and couldn't help but stamp his feet to remind Tang De, he opened his mouth and explained: "Actually, this time is just a test."

"What do you mean?" Little Taylor decided that no matter what reason Tang De gave, he would never forgive him.

“I heard that there are some very famous country music producers in Nashville, so I contacted them and wanted them to be your producers. Because at the moment, Angel Declaration, there is no suitable producer for you.

"Then I contacted Nathan Chapman. I heard that this singer has won a lot of praises in country music, so I came to Nashville some time ago to chat with him."

"Then what?" Little Taylor frowned.

"I mentioned you." Tang De pointed at her: "I said your talent is very good and you are a good country music talent, but he didn't believe it and wanted to listen to your music."

"That's one of the reasons why I brought you to Nashville, to shock that old guy while we were camping and to show him what country music's destiny is."

Little Taylor stopped talking because she felt that her previous words seemed a bit too willful.

"This is cumin." Tang De shrugged: "Although it is very common in the East, you probably haven't eaten it."

In the evening, an oil barrel fire was set up between the five tents with an iron plate on top for barbecue.

"Angry?" Tang De smiled: "If you were talking to me like this in the company, I would be angry. But what are we doing now? We are camping. This is normal life, Taylor. Our identity is not the boss and the boss. Singer is a friend.”

"Failed? That means his appreciation level needs to be improved." Tang De cut off a branch and threw it into the bucket: "If he passes, I will ask him to come to New York to make music for you. It's that simple."

So the mutton was roasted in Tang De. After trying and getting used to the strange taste, everyone enjoyed it.

"That's good, let's finish picking up the branches and go back."

In fact, cumin is not very rare abroad. It's just that guys in the United States are used to eating various sauces and black pepper and are not interested in this kind of seasoning.

"Sizzling." Looking at the greasy chunks of mutton on the iron plate, everyone felt that saliva was constantly forming in their mouths.

The sky here is as clear as the bottom of a river, and the stars are like densely packed pebbles, giving it a sense of openness and endless loneliness.

"Yeah... you are right." Little Taylor smiled: "We are friends now, but I am still sorry. I shouldn't have been angry with you just now."

"Ah."

"I understand that feeling. It's like being kept in the dark and not knowing what will happen to you next." Tang De comforted little Taylor, and then said: "But it's over now, isn't it?"

In the evening, after everyone had a pleasant barbecue and chat session, Tang De lay on his pony and looked up at the stars in the sky.

She deliberately made a serious face: "Then what if I fail?"

This is his way to alert himself and reflect at all times so that he can make correct judgments and decisions about the next thing.

"Oh my God, Tang, what kind of seasoning is this? Why does it taste so unique?" Austin was greedy and ate a piece first. It felt fresh and tender, and had a strange fragrance.

Seeing that Tang De's expression remained unchanged, she asked after a long silence, "Aren't you angry?"

"Yes!"

Only at this time would Tang De take off all disguises and quietly recall his past and current achievements and glory.

Little Taylor suppressed the corners of his mouth and almost laughed at Tang De's exaggerated adjectives.

But soon, the silence was broken, and the sound of soft footsteps came from behind.

Then a soft little hand patted his shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

It was little Taylor. The night wind was a bit cold. She was sitting on a horse wearing a coat and cotton slippers, holding her collar tightly with her hands.

"Looking at the stars." Tang De pointed to the sky: "I usually don't have time to look at the sky."

"It's indeed beautiful." Little Taylor nodded, turned to stare at him and said, "I heard that making a wish like a shooting star is very effective."

"Really? I haven't made a wish. If you were asked to make a wish, what would you wish for?" Tang De asked her, looking at the starry sky.

"I, I will make a wish that my first album will be a hit and then I will become famous!" Little Taylor felt a little excited when he thought of such a scene.

Tang De shook his chin thoughtfully: "I think you don't need to make a wish to achieve it."

"Really? Everyone else thinks I'm being crazy." During this time, little Taylor also met some girls who were training at Angel Declaration.

When they heard that she planned to release an album, these girls felt that although the boss had a good vision, it was not that easy to become popular.

Moreover, they were quite jealous of the extra treatment Tang De gave little Taylor, so they said some jealous words in private.

Although little Taylor is young, she is not stupid. She knows these things about girls very well, and she often encounters them in school.

When she expressed her desire to sing on campus, she was often ridiculed by several classmates with whom she had no relationship.

"Fantasy?" Tang De shook his head: "This is not fanciful, Taylor, you don't have to believe in yourself, but you must believe in me."

"Believe you?" Little Taylor looked at Tang De's side face in fascination.

"Yes, trust my vision and my plan." Tang De began to instill some ideas into her: "Everything I do is to make your album better and achieve the highest goal."

"So you think I can do it?"

"Of course, I'm very sure. I think you will become the brightest star in the American music scene." Tang De's tone was very firm, as if he had seen the future through the long river of time. At this moment, little Taylor's eyes sparkled with unprecedented brilliance. She raised her head and kissed Tang De while he wasn't paying attention.

"What?" When Tang De turned around, little Taylor got up and ran back to his tent.

When he turned around, he only saw a back figure.

"This little girl." Tang De laughed dumbly, but didn't say anything. He just stretched his legs, picked up the hot tea and continued to watch the starry sky.

The next day, Bluebird Cafe in Nashville.

This is a gathering place for country music composers, and many people come here to have afternoon tea.

They may be potbellied or dressed in fancy clothes. They are happiest when they sit outside a coffee shop, order a cup of hand-made latte, and then chat with three or two friends for a long time.

When the conversation gets interesting, they will pick up their instruments and improvise on the spot.

There is also a band playing on the stage outside the cafe from time to time.

Tang De and his party met Nathan Chapman outside the Bluebird Cafe. He was the main producer of Taylor's first album. Tang De found him to better allow Taylor to perfect the album.

"Hello, Don." Nathan Chapman is a bearded man. He is wearing a black coat and a cowboy hat, which makes him look a bit unique.

"Hello." Several people greeted each other, then sat on chairs and chatted about business.

"Is this why you came to me?" Nathan Chapman looked at Taylor.

"Yes."

"Well... to be honest, I don't want to leave Nashville, and I haven't made an album for a newcomer in a long time." Nathan Chapman thought for a moment, somewhat resisting Tang De's suggestion.

But since he expressed his doubts, in Tang De's opinion, this matter can be discussed.

"Why don't you listen to Taylor's songs first?" Tang De gestured to little Taylor, and then little Taylor went to the stage.

Those bands were a little surprised when they saw a little girl coming up.

The drummer with an afro asked curiously: "Girl, what do you want to sing? Just tell me the name. As long as it's country music, we can do it!"

But little Taylor shook his head and picked up the microphone: "No, I want to sing my own country music, and you definitely can't."

After saying that, she sang a cappella.

"He said my blue eyes were twinkling like those Georgia stars, and I laughed and said, 'That's a lie.'

"Like a boy in a Chevy truck"

Nathan Chapman was slightly stunned the moment he heard Taylor's singing voice.
Then after hearing the song, he nodded his head slightly.

The surrounding composers and singers, after hearing Taylor's songs, all looked at this girl who dared to sing a cappella in public.

"This song sounds really good. Did she write it herself?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard it. It should be an original song."

"So what's this girl's name?"

"I haven't seen it. Why don't you go and ask? Maybe you can sign it."

The comments stopped after Taylor finished singing.

In full view of everyone, little Taylor trotted up to Tang De and sat down obediently. Her long blond hair and blue eyes were as charming as a doll.

"How's it going? Mr. Chapman, do you think it's okay?" Tang De asked with a smile.

Nathan Chapman thought for a while: "This is indeed a good song, although it is a bit immature, okay, I promise you!"

He didn't hesitate much. When a producer meets a singer with potential, he has no resistance.

Especially in his area of ​​expertise.

"But I would like to recommend a few more people. With their help, I think this song and subsequent songs will be better." Nathan Chapman paused for a moment and named a few names: "Robert Elie S. Oral, Tahar Plante, Facundo Dar.”

"They're paid well," Nathan Chapman added.

"Haha, Mr. Chapman, no problem." But Tang De agreed immediately without any hesitation.

"As long as you are willing to help Taylor finish the album, salary is not a problem."

This sentence made the smile on the corner of little Taylor's mouth become more obvious, and his eyes turned more towards Tang De.

However, the next moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Hello, was it you who was singing just now?"

Tang De and Nathan Chapman turned around and found a curly-haired man standing in front of everyone in a polite manner.

"My name is Scott Borchetta, and I am the owner of Big Machine Music Company." The man introduced himself.

Tang De raised his eyebrows, not expecting to meet him here.

Scott Borchetta was the first company owner to recognize Taylor and sign her to his company in the original historical process.

(End of this chapter)