Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

With the help of the security guard, Bian Lang spent half an hour finding the car, and it took the original owner three times as long to drive it home.

Don't doubt it, it's not that his memory is faulty, because in his previous life, Bian Lang was terrible with directions, and the kind who loved driving. Even though the original owner had an excellent sense of direction after transmigrating, he still couldn't improve his terrible sense of direction.

When Bian Lang arrived home, he was surprised to find that the original owner had managed to keep the old, run-down apartment in the city center looking quite nice. The decor was minimalist and there wasn't a single piece of clutter in sight. Unlike his previous life, where he basically relied on changing girlfriends to keep the house clean.

After taking a shower and cleaning myself up, Bianlang looked at himself in the mirror.

The original owner's three-dimensional facial features paired with long hair not only didn't make her look effeminate, but also made her look more heroic.

Upon entering the practice room, the most eye-catching thing is the wall of masks, all left behind by the band after their previous performances.

When the band was first formed, Li Yiliang said that their music must be pure! They would perform wearing masks so that the audience would ignore the visual experience and rely solely on the music and sound to capture the ears of their fans.

The original owner applauded and even used his undergraduate degree to make masks for the band, constantly changing their designs.

Bian Lang now thinks of Li Yiliang's ordinary appearance and feels that this guy is definitely cunning from head to toe.

After fiddling around on the computer for a while, I registered a new account using my ID card, and the lyrics and sheet music for the new song were all done.

……

At 8 p.m., Bian Lang, who had taken a nap, was woken up by a phone call.

Seeing that it was Lao Tan calling, he immediately turned on speakerphone, threw the phone on the pillow, and listened: "The deal is done, but there are two conditions."

Hearing the twist, Bian Lang instantly woke up from his sleepiness, got up, turned off the speakerphone, and put the phone to his ear: "Go ahead."

"The lyrics need to be submitted for approval and filing the day after tomorrow. You need to send them to me by tomorrow at the latest so I can forward them to them. However, if Li Yiliang sees your lyrics, this project will most likely fall through." After witnessing Li Yiliang's cunning, Lao Tan also became cautious.

This is no different from the original Earth; performances with more than a certain number of participants need to be reported to the relevant authorities in advance. The lyrics of this song will definitely pass censorship, but Bian Lang and Lao Tan share the same concerns.

"Hmm, I know how to handle this. There's one more condition?"

"Besides the live broadcast on the day, the part where you sing alone will be cut out in the later online performance video."

Hearing this, Bian Lang laughed and said, "I wouldn't give it to you even if you wanted it! I'll give you the lyrics by tomorrow at the latest. And do me another favor: help me get the video rights to my song for this performance. In exchange, I can publicly declare that all the copyright issues of the band's previous songs were independently created by Li Yiliang."

"What are you trying to achieve? It's just a video copyright; I could get it for you without going to such lengths. You also contributed to those songs, right? Giving them away like that, I'm heartbroken even if you don't feel bad about it..."

"Just do as I say. I really don't want to have anything to do with Li Yiliang on this issue in the future." The video copyright is just a pretext. Bian Lang doesn't want to wait until he becomes famous and then have Modie use his name to promote those songs and gain popularity. It's better to cut ties now.

There's another layer of meaning: it's about including Li Yiliang in the mix, because Bian Lang has to vent his anger over the copyright theft.

"Okay, then remember to register the copyright for the new song." Old Tan assumed Bian Lang was heartbroken and gave him a brief instruction before hurriedly hanging up the phone.

After washing his face, Bian Lang sat down at the computer and started thinking about how to work on the lyrics.

In his past life, he had encountered this kind of thing many times when he participated in music festivals. One of his band's songs had lyrics that were slightly offensive. Once, the music festival organizing committee was afraid that it would not pass the review, so they directly changed the lyrics to A-Yue's "Don't Leave Me" and sent it for review.

Anyway, the reviewers won't be on-site, so as long as they don't do anything like that guy's bizarre actions, there won't be any problems.

With this in mind, Bian Lang began to plan what song to use instead.

"Don't Leave Me If You Don't Want To, This Song Is Amazing Too, Li Yiliang Wouldn't Have Made a Misjudgment..." Just as he thought this, Bian Lang was dumbfounded. He figured Li Yiliang wouldn't agree to use lyrics from any of those hit songs in his head.

As for popular pop songs like "Drunken Butterfly," "Love Like Fire," and "Last-Minute Cramming," Bian Lang only remembered the most popular lines.

In his past life, when Bian Lang was lost in thought, he would unconsciously hum a tune. The one that came to his lips now was: "Bored, I see hesitation; achieving my ideals isn't easy; even with confidence and fighting spirit, I'm still held back..."

As he hummed along, an idea suddenly struck him: "I'll write Cantonese lyrics for him!"

Cantonese lyrics written in simplified Chinese characters, without indicating that they are sung in Cantonese, are often illegible at first glance, not to mention the rhymes; some lyrics, when read aloud in Mandarin, could even be considered grammatically incorrect.

Both Li Yiliang and the original owner were native Yunnanese. No matter how cunning Li Yiliang was, Bian Lang didn't believe he could have thought of this.

Without further ado, he hummed the lyrics of "No More Hesitation" while wandering around, and even hummed a few parts repeatedly before he could figure out which words they were.

……

Just as Bian Lang had predicted, Lao Tan was also completely baffled after receiving the lyrics.

"Asking how high the sky is, my ambition is higher than the sky... Why does this sound so awkward?"

"Write down every gain, loss, joy, sorrow, and dream by hand... This is even more difficult to pronounce. I feel I get the meaning, but it just doesn't flow smoothly when read aloud. How did Bian Lang's little brain work? How did he come up with this thing...?"

Once he realized he couldn't understand it, Lao Tan forwarded the lyrics directly to Li Yiliang's manager.

The next morning, manager Wei Lan printed out the lyrics and showed them to Li Yiliang.

"Bored, I saw hesitation; achieving my ideals isn't easy; even confident fighters are suppressed... What is Bian Lang writing? I can roughly understand the meaning when put together, but it sounds so awkward when read aloud. How am I supposed to sing this?"

Li Yiliang was quite familiar with Bian Lang's writing skills, but he still didn't quite understand why he had produced something like this.

After patiently reading through it all, Li Yiliang tried singing a few of the melodies they often used, but found them completely unlistenable, so he gave up on continuing to explore.

"That's settled then. As a brother, it's only right to give him a chance. I'd appreciate it if Sister Wei could help deliver it to him."

Wei Lan nodded and asked, "Is it really okay if he doesn't come to rehearsal?"

"It's alright, he can play these songs with his eyes closed. There's no guitarist more suitable than him right now. But I'll find a backup in case he changes his mind again."

Li Yiliang was indeed a little surprised as to why Bian Lang did that, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood: "It's also Bian Lang giving himself an explanation!"

"You know what you're doing." Wei Lan said, glancing at the lyrics sheet before shaking her head unconsciously.

When she was investigating Li Yiliang, she naturally conducted a thorough background check on Bian Lang as well.

If Magic Disc didn't basically not get involved in film and television-related businesses, and if they had so many guitarists they could wholesale them, and if Bian Lang's singing wasn't that great, she wouldn't have insisted on signing only Li Yiliang.

After all, with Bian Lang's looks, let alone in the rock music scene, even in the acting world, he could hold his own against those popular leading men.