Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"So you're a musician?"

Now Haili finally found something to brag about, and proudly boasted for her boyfriend: "Yes, he is the lead singer and guitarist of the school band, and he also writes his own songs. You don't even know how many songs he has written." How awesome!”

As she said that, Hailey looked past Ron and directly met Claire's gaze. This rebellious little girl wanted to see her mother's anger, but she was disappointed.

Not only was Claire not angry, but she looked like she had everything under control. She pretended to be surprised and said, "Really? Your classmate is also a musician? It just so happens that your uncle Ron also played in a band when he was in college and wrote After a few songs, they became a hit and were eventually sold to the record company at a high price. This is what happens, right?"

"What? Uncle Ron was also a musician?" Hailey exclaimed.

Claire waved her little fist proudly in her heart, how about it? Are you dumbfounded? Why do you think I asked Ron to come to the house first? Have you been on guard for a long time?

A good daughter is like a mother. Hailey is simply a replica of Claire when she was young. Therefore, Claire knew exactly what kind of boys Hailey would be attracted to. After learning that Ron was coming to visit today, she immediately invited him to her home.

Although she was often annoyed to death by Ron's various behaviors when she was in school, Claire had to admit that Ron was the most talented person she had ever seen.

"That's right," Ron nodded: "At that time, several record companies approached me and wanted me to be their signed singer, but I didn't like living in the spotlight very much, so I rejected them all and instead sold the songs to By marrying them, the money I got was just enough for me and my brother’s college living expenses and other expenses.”

"I also have the contact information of the record company. What songs have you written, Dylan? If it's good, I can recommend it to you." Ron showed a hint of kindness.

He is not as nervous as Claire. In his opinion, isn't it normal to fall in love while in school? Just don't do what your mother did when she went to school and got the kids out.

"Claire, do you have any musical instruments at home? Can you borrow them?"

"Of course, just wait." Claire hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

"Really? What songs have you written?" Hailey expressed doubts.

"Shape of You, uh, this song is a bit inappropriate for children. It's not actually written for young people like you." Phil, who was lying on the sofa, took the initiative to expose Ron.

But after he said the title of the song, he regretted it. The song was nice, but what the hell were those lyrics?

"Yes, that's right, but you are not qualified to say that. When you are as old as Hailey, you will soon be a father." Ron took advantage of Claire's absence to complain about Phil.

"Oh~~~" Hailey said meaningfully, but her boyfriend's reaction was a bit strange. The initial uneasiness caused by Ron's fright turned into trembling with excitement: "Oh my god, are you the ED master?"

"Here comes the guitar." Claire handed the guitar to Dylan: "Yes, that's right, ED is Ron's stage name. I didn't expect that Hailey's classmates are still your fans. You are really your Ron."

"Yes, I am a fan of ED. It was after listening to his songs that I started to embark on the path of music. Even the songs I wrote pay tribute to your Shape of You, idol."

"Let me give you a good song. Actually, this song is written for Hailey. I call it "Moonlight""

"Moonlight? I remember that Beethoven had a sonata with this name. At least it's a good beginning." Ron whispered to Claire: "Maybe Hailey made a good choice? At least this is better than yours. Ricky’s poet is strong.”

"Hey! Don't compare anyone to you? Among ordinary people, Ricky is already a very good poet." Claire said dissatisfied.

Phil: "Who is Ricky?"

It's a pity that now everyone is attracted to Dylan and no one pays attention to poor Phil.

Dylan sat across from Phil, strummed the guitar and began to sing: "The stars streak across the sky, they are all attracted by you and fall, the moonlight shines on your face, because they finally find where they belong... I JUST WANT FXXK YOU... …”

The first two sentences were still the same, but the later lyrics became more and more unpleasant to listen to. Ron had a black line on his head, and the expressions of the Dunphys became more and more weird.

What the hell is this? Salute me? In your eyes, I am just a singer of H songs?

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Ron, who couldn't bear it, quickly stopped: "To be honest, if this is the only level you have, I suggest you don't take a music path. At your level, there is no way for music at all. Let’s go!”

"Seriously, you'd better find a class as soon as possible." Ron criticized unceremoniously.

"Hey! Ron, what you said is too cruel." Before Hailey could say anything, Phil intervened first: "Why do you mean that he is also your fan? Are you afraid of breaking the fans' hearts by saying this?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't plan to fool around in the music industry anyway~" Ron shrugged and looked at the handsome guy who was so beaten that he couldn't lift his head: "How is it? Do you think what I said is too harsh?"

Hailey Dilan nodded together, there was still a little resentment in Hailey's eyes.

Ron's expression became serious: "I really didn't mean to hit you, man, you know, music is very talented. A person without talent will never succeed on this road."

"And of course, the content of music is not just vulgar," Ron sighed: "Okay, Shape of You is also a bit vulgar. After all, it was a song I wrote when I was hanging out in nightclubs, but I don't just write this song. , can you give me the guitar?"

Dylan handed over the guitar numbly, tried the tone for a while, and a melody bloomed between his fingers:

"I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in and follow my lead

Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet

…”

Ron's voice was not particularly outstanding, but he had no problem handling the song. Everyone was immediately intoxicated by the moving melody, and even the little resentment in Hailey's eyes disappeared without a trace.

Instead it became deep adoration.

Little Haili is not stupid, she is just a bit of a nymphomaniac. She can still clearly distinguish between good and bad music. This song is infinitely better than Dylan's "FXXK" and "FXXK" bad songs.

Compared with him, Ron was absolutely right, it was really rubbish.

"See, this is real music," Ron finished singing, held down the strings and stood up: "Don't think that music is just a trick to pick up girls. It is an art, and it is an art that allows people without talent to enter. Art that can’t even get in.”