American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 216 Borrowing chickens to lay eggs
"It's a big room style fusion of Progressive House, 132BPM, F minor, with lyrics, and a powerful electronic music pop song. The name is "Power." The young man looked at Ryan blankly and said.

"I feel you up in bones that can't ever break

Take you to a darker shade of grey

Warm you like a sun that will never fade

This is power.” Yinghao then recited a few English sentences.

Brother 3 quickly reached out and asked him to sit down.

"Where did you copy this from? It rhymes quite well." Afrojack, with his pointed face and monkey cheeks, laughed.

"I didn't copy it, these are the lyrics that just poured out of my mind." Yinghao pointed to his head.

"This song suits you very well, Ryan. Maybe it will become a hit." Yinghao excitedly patted the table covered with glass.

"Ryan is very busy. With your level, you can't cooperate with Ryan at the moment." Afrojack quickly shook his head and took the initiative to refuse on Ryan's behalf.

He had heard the previous hard work, which was still very immature from a technical point of view and was just a crude imitation of some of Ryan's songs.

"Why can't we cooperate? After I sign the contract, I will be an artist under his management. Is there any problem if he helps me?" He became stubborn and retorted immediately.

Afrojack looked at Ryan, rather embarrassed: "He usually talks like this."

"What am I talking about? Ryan and I are about the same age, and electronic music is not the traditional record industry. Why do we have so many rules and regulations?" Yinghao followed.

"Yes, you are right." Afrojack nodded repeatedly.

Knowing that he is stubborn, just go along with him and it will be over.

"It's just that Ryan is a little busy, and he can't tinker with those effects pedals with you all day." Afrojack changed the way he put it.

Yinghao nodded, as if he was convinced, but the next second he said: "Then I will call him when he rests tonight."

The third brother couldn't hold it anymore and laughed, "Ryan, you're not going to spend the evening with your family? Do you want the boss lady to hate you?"

"Then can't I just wait until Ryan and the boss's wife finish their business and then beat him up?" Yinghao came up with a new idea.

"Smart!" Brother 3 had no choice but to give Yinghao a thumbs up.

Ryan looked at the young man and said, "Actually, I have time during the day. You don't have to wait until bedtime to call me. You go make the demo first, and I'll talk about the rest after I listen to the demo."

"I'll go now." Yinghao stood up again, but his body was a little shaky, not sure if it was because he stood too hard or because he drank too much.

Finally, he walked out of the party tremblingly.

"This guy is so stupid, what can he do?" Afrojack shook his head repeatedly.

"He is usually quite reclusive and often sits in front of the computer for the entire day." Brother 3 also laughed.

"Fadil (R3HAB) is different. He is very talented, Ryan. I think you should focus on him." Afrojack introduced him to Ryan.

"I treat everyone who comes to the bad room equally. The chef won't change the menu and change French fries to potato chips just because we bought round potatoes today." Ryan said calmly.

This statement is both an evaluation of Yinghao and an evaluation of the two people in front of him.

"That's absolutely true. You see different things from different heights." Afrojack smiled and pretended to raise his glass again.

"It's getting late. I'll leave you first. You should return tomorrow and pack up. Someone will contact you within a few days." Ryan stood up.

"No problem. Then I won't notify Spenny. After all, your relationship with Spenny Records is much stronger than mine." Afrojack quickly stood up, and so did Brother 3 next to him.

"Are you still having issues with Spenny?" Ryan asked back immediately.

"That's nothing, it's just that they were very nice to me over there and gave me a lot of favorable conditions. I feel embarrassed to leave like this." Afrojack smiled embarrassedly.

Most likely some kind of promise was made, but Afrojack was just an exception to the plan and was not indispensable to Ryan.

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Early the next morning, before daybreak, the three people lying in bed were woken up by a phone call.

"Who is it? Calling so early in the morning." Daddario smacked his lips and said in a half-asleep state, subconsciously leaning into Ryan's arms again.

"Teresa, go get the phone." Ryan forced his eyes open and glanced at the sky outside.

Ryan's several cell phones were charging on the bedside table, with Theresa in between.

Theresa was still holding Ryan. She slowly stretched out her arms and began to feel around. Finally, she found the one that was still ringing with great difficulty. She pulled out the charging cable and gave it to Ryan.

Ryan looked and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Who is looking for me so early in the morning?

As soon as Ryan answered the phone, he heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"Ryan, the demo is ready! When will you wake up? I'll send it to you!" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded really excited.

I'm already awake!

"Send it over now." Ryan sighed.

"What?" Daddario couldn't help but ask after hearing Ryan's reply.

"Send me a demo. I met a DJ yesterday and he said he wanted to write a song for me." Ryan put down his phone and struggled to get up. Teresa also wanted to sit up after hearing this.

"Teresa, you should sleep a little longer. You followed Ryan around all day last night. I'll do the work for you." Daddario threw back the quilt and got out of bed.

"It's just a demo. Neither of you can help. Go catch up on your sleep." Ryan started to get dressed.

"I'm not sleepy. I slept all afternoon yesterday." Daddario shook his head and started to put on his underwear.

"You have to work, how can you not eat something? I'll go to the restaurant and bring some over." Daddario put on his clothes, didn't even wash his face, and went straight out to the restaurant downstairs.

Before Daddario came up, there was a knock on the door.

"The door is unlocked." Ryan wiped his face.

I walked into the room with my back bent. I hadn't slept the whole night. The first thing I saw was Ryan, and the second thing I noticed was the huge suite.

It turns out that all the rich people live in this kind of room! I sighed in my heart.

"Go to the study, there's a computer there." Ryan pointed, then turned around and closed the bedroom door.

"Ok." Yinghao agreed repeatedly. He caught a glimpse of the figure lying in the bedroom from the corner of his eye and saw only golden hair spreading out from under the quilt.

That should be Ryan's fiancée, country music singer Taylor. Yinghao said silently.

Ryan and Yinghao entered the study. Ryan turned on the computer and Yinghao plugged in the USB drive.

"Didn't you sleep?" Ryan saw that his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was greasy, and his nasolabial lines were a little deeper than last night.

"I can't sleep. What if I forget it when I wake up?" Yinghao laughed.

The recording can only record the main melody, and the details cannot be recorded.

"Did you take it?" Ryan felt that he was a little excited, so he asked more.

Yinghao shook his head repeatedly: "But I drank four bottles of Red Bull."

He was referring to the blue can of Austrian Red Bull, which is very strong.

"Do you know the most basic principles when you come to the bad room?" Ryan reminded.

"Of course, I refuse all drugs. I don't even smoke. These things affect my thinking."

Ryan put on his headphones and listened.

At first, there is only the crisp sound of cymbals, coupled with Hardwell's tone-deaf singing voice, which sounds ordinary at first, but from the beginning of the gradual part, accompanied by two "power" roars, the style of the whole song suddenly changed, and the strong and heavy lead synthesizer burst out with strong energy. The unique timbre sounds like being in an ancient Roman battlefield, with a strange bright and retro feeling.

Ryan listened to it several times, and then looked at this silly young man and felt that his silly expression became a little cuter.

This is not a young and naive person, this is a rooster that lays golden eggs.

"You use sawtooth waves as the base, combined with side chain compression, delay, reverb and portamento effects, and additional layers to make the tone fuller and heavier. You use these very skillfully." Ryan nodded.

"They are all copied, from your song." Yinghao patted his head. It was the first time someone praised him like this, and he felt embarrassed.

"But compared to my song, the main part sounds a bit brighter. How did you do that?" Ryan said. This was really his blind spot.

"Sure enough, I couldn't hide it from you. It took me three full hours to find this effect. And guess what happened in the end? I used the simplest equalizer, cut the low-frequency part, and increased the mid- and high-frequency range of two thousand Hz to six thousand Hz. Only then did I find the sound in my mind." Yinghao explained in detail to Ryan as if he had found a like-minded person.

Found the voice in your head?
"Yes, it was like a flash of inspiration. It was the first time this feeling appeared, but it passed by so quickly that I couldn't capture too much of it. So there are still large blanks in this song. Apart from what is shown in the demo, I have no clue about the rest." Yinghao nodded.

The description of hard and good is very much like a "reduced version" of the visual effect.

Ryan had been curious before, why Taylor's songwriting ideas suddenly became normal after meeting him, and he produced one good song after another.

The experience of Yinghao now once again confirmed his previous speculation - the sense of vision also affects other people through himself, but the effect is limited.

Whether it is Taylor or Harden, the new songs they get have distinct personal imprints, which just bring forward the future songs.

It's more like borrowing chickens to lay eggs. The threshold is also lower than my own visual sense.

After a while, wouldn’t I be able to get more songs?
Ryan looked at Yinghao beside him and said with a smile: "You sit first."

"Okay." Yinghao did as he was told.

"What do you mean by missing?"

"It's just... the feeling of being disconnected. I have no idea what to do next." Yinghao answered truthfully.

"These are enough. I'll add the rest. Where are the project files?" Ryan opened the music software.

"It's in another folder." Yinghao seemed particularly excited. After all, he was making music with Ryan.

"How about we eat first? I'll leave it here for now." Daddario appeared at the door of the study.

"Let's put it here for now." Ryan had already gotten into the mood and didn't care about eating at this moment.

Yinghao took the initiative to stand up and took the plate from Daddario, and said, "Thank you, waitress."

"Waiter?!" Daddario glanced at him, a little unhappy.

(End of this chapter)