22 Chapter 21: Sudden Good News_1


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    Harrison rk had just walked away, and Adam Martin had alreadye forward.


    “Be, you came all the way herete at night, that’s so sweet of you.”


    Be smiled, “It’s not a big deal, I’ll just go sit inside. By the way, Mr. Hart is attending a provincial TV variety show tomorrow, right?”


    “Yes, he is.”


    “Here’s the thing. There will be seven or eight neers warming up the stage during tomorrow’s show. One of the girls, named Tamsin Bell, is the niece of one of my friends. Mr. Hart will need to support her during the show, talk to her a little more, anything will do. It’ll help her get more screen time.”


    This was the real reason Be hade all the way here.


    On the one hand, it was about showing their influential power. On the other hand, for this kind of request, it was still better to talk about it face to face, which was also good in terms of etiquette.


    Adam Martin nodded repeatedly, “Since Be has ordered, I will emphasize this to Jennyter.”


    Having settled her own request, Be couldn’t help but ask one more question, “You seemed to have some conflict with that guy Harrison rk who was chatting with me just now?”


    Harrison rk thought he was hiding it well, but someone as sensitive as Be noticed the way he hurried away, as if he was afraid to be approached by Adam Martin. That’s not just hate.


    So, now Be asked a bit more, thinking if the conflict wasn’t too intense, she could act as a peacemaker.


    However, Adam Martin was quite confused, “Harrison rk? The guy with the guitar who just talked to you? I was actually going to ask if he was harassing you too and was about to call security.”


    Be was startled, “What? Howe?”


    “You don’t know this guy, he’s crazy. When Jenny was still singing on stage, I was nning to go backstage to take a break, and he blocked my way, saying he’d written a song that he wanted to sell to me. He’s insane.”


    Be was slightly surprised, “Ah? He wrote another song?”


    “Another?” Adam Martin quickly noticed something was off.


    “Yes, some time ago, he wrote a nice new song that he wanted to sell to Avril Green. She liked it, but it didn’t quite fit her style, so she introduced it to someone else. It’s a shame he changed his mindter and couldn’t close the deal.”


    Now, it was Adam Martin’s turn to be dumbfounded.


    Adam Martin knew very well that Avril Green alwaysposed her own music and never considered others’ works.


    But the reason she rejected Harrison rk’s song was not that it wasn’t good, but because it didn’t fit her style?


    And even though Avril Green didn’t buy the song herself, she still acted as an intermediary, which indirectly proved the quality of the song.


    Is this guy really that talented?


    Adam Martin asked hastily, “How good is his song, really?”


    Be replied, “I can’t really say how good exactly, as I don’t know much about music, but if Avril Green said it’s good, then it must be good. She also advised me to stay in touch with him so that if he writes a song suitable for Avril Green, we can buy it and keep it in our song library.”


    Hiss!


    Adam Martin took a deep breath of cold air.


    This is so awkward now.


    “Oh no, I just rejected him, and my tone wasn’t very nice.”


    When Harrison rk was about to reach the entrance of his building, his phone rang. It was Be calling.


    He answered the call.action


    However, the person speaking on the other end wasn’t Be, but Adam Martin with his effeminate voice.


    “Mr. rk, this is Adam Martin…”


    “I’m not selling it. I’m sorry. My work is not mature enough and doesn’t deserve it.”


    Harrison rk replied bluntly, then hung up the phone.


    Half an hourter, the phone rang again, and it was Be who called again.


    “Mr. rk, I’m sorry, Adam Martin insisted on having me act as a peacemaker.”


    “Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay. Be, you’ve gone to a lot of trouble.”


    “Actually, I think it’s better to ease misunderstandings than keep them. It’s just a small matter anyway. So how about this: some day I’ll treat you two to dinner, and you can sit down and have a good chat.”


    Harrison rkughed through the phone, “Be, you’re being too kind. I don’t even want to bother with him. I just thought about my new song and realized it’s not mature enough; it needs more polish.”


    “Oh, I see. Avril Green was also surprised that you came up with a new song so quickly.”


    After a brief chat and hanging up the phone, Harrison rk’s ordinary yet fulfilling day finally came to an end.


    With nothing to do, he opened up hisputer and listened to “Boring” again before going back to bed.


    If everything goes smoothly tomorrow, Carrie Thomas should be able to meet the person in charge at Spotify Top, get some rtively good terms, and then sign the contract.


    I hope everything goes well.


    Turn off the light.


    Bang!


    There came a loud noise from upstairs, as if something had fallen to the floor.


    Startled, Harrison rk jumped out of bed and ran up the stairs, “What happened? What’s going on?”


    “Harrison! Good news!”Carrie Thomas flung the door open.


    She was holding a phone in her hand, her face beaming with joy that she was trying hard to contain.


    But it was because of her restraint that others could notice her excitement and just how incredible the good news she’d just received must be.


    At this point, Carrie’s forehead bore a slight red mark, presumably from her carelessly falling off the bed after receiving the good news.


    “What’s the news?”


    Harrison rk asked happily.


    Carrie didn’t answer, her eyes drifting downward.


    Harrison paused after asking, only to realize that both of them were wearing only their undergarments.


    Carrie mmed the door shut again, while Harrison dashed back downstairs.


    It took several more minutes for the two of them to talk over the phone and straighten things out.


    Apparently, a staff member from Spotify Top had just called her, saying that the supervisor had carefully listened to the DEMO of “Boring” and was very satisfied, deciding to offer a Tier 2 Contract, and they could sign the contract directly tomorrow.


    As for Spotify Top’s copyright authorization contracts, apart from special case contracts, they were divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D.


    The trashiest was the D-ss contract, which neither Carrie nor Harrison was happy with, as it was specifically designed for neers.


    A slightly less desirable one was the C-ss, which the two of them had always wanted to strive for.


    But surprisingly, the other party offered them a B-ss contract directly, which was the highest level contract the copyright supervisor could personally sign off on.


    Usually, only at least tier-two singers could sign a B-ss contract.


    Although she didn’t know exactly what had happened, Carrie was indeed very happy.


    Harrison also thought it was time for celebration.


    It took almost half an hour of excitement before Harrison finally fell asleep.


    …


    “Private Harrison rk! Step forward!”


    Harrison’s eyes shot open.


    Once again, he found himself face-to-face with a familiar yet strange scene.


    The yground, the hovercraft, the cloudless sky, the high-tech-looking Ben Tower…


    And Daniel Thompson’s “despicable” square face.


    His mind raced, realizing that another month had unknowingly passed.


    I had a dream again!


    No, I am back again!


    He started counting down.


    Ten, nine, eight… three, two, one.


    “Still daydreaming? Run tenps around the field! ”


    As soon as the countdown ended, Daniel Thompson came close again, his face as ferocious as ever and his tone screeching.


    Returning to a thousand yearster, everything began, as always, with runningps.


    All is under control.


    Harrison made up his mind.


    The situation had be more or less clear.


    This was the third time, and there shouldn’t be any more surprises.


    So, on the nights of the 26th of each month, he would inevitably have this dream, and he woulde to a thousand yearster!


    Next month would be the same.


    The job of copying songs and working as a porter could be sustained.


    So, as the creator of “Boring,” had I left my name in the records a thousand yearster?


    And what about Carrie Thomas?


    Is she still here?


    Harrison wished he could grow wings and hurry back to the dormitory area after training to check the inte on his personalputer.


    “You’re stillughing while running? Run another tenps! Twentyps altogether!”


    Daniel Thompson’s voice carried from afar.


    Harrison: Fuck!