Rebirth In Hollywood

In the past life, Ryan was just watching the fire from the other side. What happened here, what I heard and saw were just rumors, but in this life I have been in this circle for several years, and I have gained a lot of personal experience.

When a black man has achieved something that the whole world has noticed, some people will naturally dislike him, especially if there are disputes of interests involved.

Michael Jackson had something mouthwatering in his hands, and Sony Records had been around.

It's hard to say that there is no shadow of Sony behind the scandals in the previous life and the debt trap.

In Ryan's view, the other party may give up the copyright of the records in his hand, and the future may be better. The color of his skin is destined for him to be unable to protect this gold mine.

The lengthy award ceremony continued, and soon a staff member came over to remind Ryan that it was time to go backstage to prepare. As the winner of the three nominations, he naturally became a guest singer.

"Want me to come with you, Ryan?" Kingsley asked.

"No need, I can do it alone."

Following the staff member, Ryan walked into the backstage from the other side of the corridor and, with the assistance of the stylist, began to arrange his hair and so on.

An assistant director also came over at this time, explaining some precautions next to him, and Ryan nodded slowly. After all, this is a live performance of the Grammys. If there is a mistake, it will be shameful in front of the American public.

"This way, Ryan, remember to watch my gestures, three, two, one..."

The assistant director took him into the elevator below the stage, and when Ryan sat in front of the black piano, he gestured.

"no problem!"

Ryan made an 'ok' gesture.

"Three, two, one..."

Seeing the director's assistant drop the last finger, Ryan calmed down, his slender fingers fell on the black and white keys, and the melodious piano sounded, which was the prelude to "Because of You".

The elevator platform rose slowly, when the lights of the theater fell into Ryan's eyes. The prelude just ended.

"I won't make the mistakes I've made, I won't fill my heart with pain again..."

The sound of the piano poured out from between the slender fingers like clouds and flowing water,

Ryan's emotionally charged vocals are penetrating, playing and singing without affecting him in the slightest.

"Because of you, I learned to stay in a safe place and not get hurt. Because of you, I try to trust others and live in peace with the people around me. Because of you, I feel attached to my heart!"

The emotion in the song burst out suddenly in the chorus. The rich vocals penetrate the sky. A heartbreaking accusation. It seems to touch the deepest part of the soul.

"Ryan! Ryan!"

The young fans at the back of the theater noticed that they had overlooked a vital person tonight, the one they loved the most.

Ryan was unaware of the outside world and was completely immersed in his own world. A world full of musical fantasies.

He tried to use his jumping fingers to play a touching story, with the slender fingers carrying a magically changing rhythm, the accompaniment tune was exciting and deep.

"Because of you, I learned to stay in a safe place and not get hurt. Because of you, I try to trust others and live in peace with the people around me. Because of you, I feel attached to my heart!"

In cathartic singing. With a hint of hoarseness, but yet it looks very clear, Ryan showed his profound live singing skills vividly.

The song stopped, the song dissipated, and the applause started.

The stars in the first few rows stood up first. Then more people stood up, and the audience at the back stood up to the overwhelming 'Ryan' cheers.

Stand up!

Then the cheers disappeared, and the warm applause came like a tide. Ryan stood up and bowed, "Thank you!"

There is no band, no backup dancers, no other, just playing and singing by one person, and won the applause.

From the backstage, when Ryan went back to his seat, singers who he did not know greeted him softly in the places he passed by. Some people gave him high fives, some shook hands, and some female singers gave him hugs.

"Very good show."

"Your presence was amazing."

"We can cooperate if there is a chance."

Various sounds washed his hearing, and when Ryan walked back to his seat, there was a delay of several minutes.

"If you don't come again, I'm going to take the stage to accept the award for you." Jinsley said jokingly.

"I have no opinion."

Ryan shrugged and sat down quickly. It was the best newcomer who was about to be awarded on the stage. "Pat, are you sure the Recording Society will give me a gramophone?"

"Not even God can guess."

Despite doing a lot of PR work, Kimsley still lacks confidence.

"The Best Newcomer winner is..."

The unfamiliar award presenter on the stage paused for a while, and the heads of all the nominees appeared on the big screen. They were either nervous or excited, only Ryan smiled relaxedly, as if he didn't care much about the award.

"Development blocked!"

The winner was a black rap group that Ryan had never heard of anyway.

"It's normal, Ryan, the Grammys have always been like this..."

Kingsley probably wanted to comfort him in a low voice, but Ryan didn't care much. He knew very well that his main battlefield was in the movie, "It's okay, Pat, aren't there two more nominations?"

However, after seeing the guests who will perform on stage next, Ryan suddenly realized that he is likely to return empty-handed tonight.

Although he didn't know many singers, he remembered the male singer who was singing on the stage, Eric Clapton, who sang the famous "Tears in Heaven"!

The next award is the best single, and the presenter reads his name.

"Best single was 'Tears in Heaven,' Eric Clapton."

This song was composed by Eric Clapton in memory of his four-year-old son who passed away early. Most musicians also knew the background of the birth of this song, and they all sent warm applause at this time.

"The Record of the Year is 'Tears in Heaven,' Eric Clapton, congratulations!"

The awards ceremony came to an end, and he received another heavyweight award in his arms.

"If nothing else, Eric Clapton will sweep the most important awards." Kinsley sighed.

"It should be like this, the best album should also be his." Ryan shook his head, although not as important as Oscar, but the feeling of returning empty-handed is really not very good.

In fact, not only they think so, most of the other people also think so, "Best Album" is none other than Eric Clapton.

However, if the Recording Society made it easy for people to guess what they were thinking, then the Grammys wouldn't be Grammys.

After another unfamiliar female singer sang a song, a blond woman stepped onto the stage. It was Madonna Ciccone, the eldest sister in the pop music world.

"In the past year, many outstanding albums have been produced, and there are not a few big sellers. As for the top-selling album, it must be the album "Ryan Jenkins", which sold ten platinum... oh god , of course, the other albums are just as good."

"The nominees for Album of the Year are..."

Every time Madonna uttered a name, a person's avatar appeared on the big screen, but these people, including Ryan, seemed very calm, apparently thinking that the award had belonged in advance.

"Now let's see who this lucky guy is!" Madonna opened the envelope and said casually, "He is..."

"Looks like we're going home empty-handed, it's time for Nicole to laugh at me," Ryan muttered to Kingsley in a low voice.

"He... 'Ryan Jenkins' Ryan Jenkins! Album of the Year, congratulations!"

The theater was silent for a while, Ryan turned his head slowly from Jinsili to the stage, his mouth was open enough to fit an egg into it, not only him, but the whole audience was stunned.

Grammys are Grammys! That's what a lot of people were thinking at that moment.

"Clap~Clap~"

The applause that I suddenly remembered seemed very monotonous, but after a moment, the applause fell like a rainstorm. Whether it is the album "Ryan Jenkins" or Ryan Jenkins, they are all worthy of this album, don't they?

Better to get a gramophone than to go home empty-handed, Ryan quickly packed up and strode onto the stage.

"thanks!"

He reached out and shook Madonna, after all, hugging a rumored bisexual is a bit of a psychological barrier.

"Congratulations, Ryan."

Madonna handed over the gramophone and moved it aside.

Ryan looked at the small gramophone, which was very unique, and then leaned in front of the microphone, "Thank you! Thank you to the judges for recognizing my first album. Thank you Hollywood Records, thank you to all the people I love and those who love me... umm , the last sentence, I can sing and compose music, I know this, so I will give full affirmation to the judge's affirmation!"

Of course, the last sentence Ryan said in a joking way immediately drew applause and laughter off the stage.

This award is a bit unexpected, but I think about it and take it for granted. The album "Ryan Jenkins" was the No. 1 selling album in North America last year. If the overseas sales are counted, it must have exceeded 15 million copies. Grammy gave a gramophone There's nothing surprising.

Besides, Ryan has three heavyweight nominations for Best New Artist, Best Single, and Best Album, and if he comes home empty-handed, he's bound to get a media bashing tomorrow.

"Of course I'm very happy to get a gramophone, and I will continue to work hard to create better songs." After the awards ceremony, Ryan was giving a routine interview, "What? New album? Yes, I will definitely be released next year. I have almost prepared the songs for the second album of , but as for the time, you should ask the Hollywood record company."

Although he is a singer, Ryan didn't want to be too involved in this circle. He greeted a few acquaintances, declined a few parties, and sent out Jinsili as a shield. returned home. ()