8 Chapter 7: Come, Listen to My Song_1
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Looking at the man in front of her, Carrie Thomas clenched her teeth a little tighter.
She was trying hard to control her temper, fearing that she might not be able to help but start a fight with this guy.
It was now exactly seven in the evening.
Not wanting to deal with him any longer, she had left half an hour earlier today, but she still bumped into him.
No, to be more precise, he was probably waiting for her on purpose.
As soon as she left the building, he immediately opened the door and positioned himself just right to block the entrance.
He was also holding that broken guitar in his arms, his face looking a bit excited and a little nervous.
Harrison Clark’s appearance at this time made Carrie’s temper flare for no apparent reason.
What on earth do you want?
The perceptive Carrie had already noticed that Harrison was trying to get closer to her, and she even believed that he had an ulterior motive for playing the guitar.
After all, Harrison was the apartment manager, so he should have known some information about her and that she was into music.
“Move.”
After a moment’s thought, Carrie hummed through her nose, thinking to herself.
Why won’t this guy give up?
Didn’t I make it clear yesterday?
So he thought that by thinking it over for a day, he would suddenly get it right?
Is this his attempt to prove his strength?
Stop messing around, okay!
Carrie couldn’t help but laugh.
Over the past month, since that embarrassing conversation that day, they had only briefly exchanged a few words yesterday.
But that couldn’t even be counted as an exchange – it was just Carrie’s protest out of pure exasperation.
In fact, she had heard Harrison play the guitar more than once before, but she had never said anything since she just occasionally caught a bit of the sound.
Yesterday, when she wanted to sleep for an extra two hours, she had endured the torment of his playing and remembered Harrison’s “impure motive” for learning the guitar, finally reaching her limit.
Carrie was very clear about Harrison’s skill level – he was a complete beginner with no talent whatsoever, and playing the guitar was simply a waste of time for him.
While her advice yesterday had been harsh but well-intentioned, she did not think that Harrison could make any significant progress in just one day.
Harrison smiled awkwardly but did not move aside as requested, instead he said, “I know I’m a beginner, but that’s not important. I actually wrote a song, and I want you to listen to it and give me some feedback.”
Carrie widened her eyes, her face showing a look of disbelief.
Yes, Harrison had actually come to prove himself.
But he wasn’t planning to perform someone else’s piece, instead he was here to show off his own original music?
You want to create original music? Are you out of your mind?
“Heh… Ha! Hahaha!” Carrie laughed, both amused by his overconfidence and annoyed by his persistence.
After a brief cold laugh, Carrie’s tone suddenly turned three degrees colder, “What kind of joke is this! Write a song? You? Do you really think I won’t complain about you?”
Harrison looked at her silently, his mood a bit complicated, wanting to turn around and leave.
Being a good person seemed harder than he thought.
Yes, he was planning to give Carrie the song “Boring.”
“Boring” was originally Carrie’s song, and he had copied two of her songs. It would weigh on his conscience if he didn’t give her any.
There was another reason: the artistic achievement and production quality of “Boring” were not very high.
In another time and space, “Boring” became popular as Carrie’s debut song because of her unique voice, extraordinary singing skills, and subtle emotional capture.
So Harrison believed that if he sold “Boring” to someone else, it might not achieve the desired results. The best option was indeed to give it to the original singer herself.Although Carrie Thomas is still a few years ahead of her time and her singing skills might be a bit immature, she is at least reliable.
As long as she sings, even if it doesn’t get popular, there would still be a guaranteed minimum effect it can achieve in theory.
Of course, this would definitely change Carrie Thomas’s fate, making her debut much earlier and her life experiences completely different from another timeline, possibly depriving her of many life experiences.
No one knows what kind of changes Harrison Clark’s fierce flapping of the butterfly’s wings will bring to Carrie Thomas and the future.
But does it matter?
Harrison Clark doesn’t care when Carrie Thomas becomes popular, or how popular she becomes. He only cares whether he is close to her when she becomes popular and whether she can take him along after her rise to fame.
Moreover, helping her get popular sooner is helping her!
Harrison Clark doesn’t care about the future either. After all, humans will be extinct after a thousand years, could it get any worse?
“I know it’s not your working hours yet. Listening to a song will only take a few minutes and won’t delay you. As for whether to complain or not, you can decide after listening to it,” said Harrison Clark.
In the end, he decided to give it a try.
Without waiting for Carrie Thomas to respond, he picked up his guitar and his fingers swiftly glided over the strings.
Just as he made this move, the words Carrie Thomas was about to curse got stuck in her throat.
Laymen watch the spectacle, while professionals see the doorways. Just from Harrison Clark’s movement, Carrie Thomas had keenly perceived his tremendous change.
Whether a person can play guitar or not, or has worked hard on their performance, can basically be seen by a professional just by looking at their starting posture and observing their fingerings for pressing and plucking strings.
With Harrison Clark’s level of proficiency shown in that instant, it was impossible for him to play the same harsh cacophony as yesterday.
As expected, along with the melody, Carrie Thomas no longer experiences the torture she did yesterday.
Harrison Clark’s guitar playing may lack soul, but he has practiced this piece’s guitar accompaniment for over a thousand hours, reaching the proficiency level of a trainee who has practiced for three and a half years.
Therefore, his performance of the guitar accompaniment in “Boring” is top-notch and impeccable.
Although the absence of proper accompaniment reduces the appeal of the song, it is still good enough for a small theater performance.
Carrie Thomas’s originally slightly agitated emotions gradually eased under Harrison Clark’s skilled performance.
However, new doubts arose in her heart.
How did he change so much overnight when he played so poorly yesterday? Was he pretending to be bad before? What was the point?
Forget it, he did put in the effort. Considering that he also loves music, just listen to what kind of song this is.
Carrie Thomas never thought that Harrison Clark really couldn’t play yesterday, and he really can play today.
The fact that someone can transform from a layman to a professional in guitar playing overnight completely defies her common sense and is beyond her imagination.
Seeing that his prelude successfully calmed Carrie Thomas, Harrison Clark felt a little relieved, thinking that he had taken another big step towards success, and played even more carefully and devotedly.
Carrie Thomas is truly a future female Beethoven, serious and devout about music.
Once her attitude was in place, she quickly recognized the charm of Harrison Clark’s song.
She couldn’t help but be amazed.
It was indeed an unheard-of chord combination. Could it really be his original creation?
It sounded a bit immature, but sincere.
It had a touch of vicissitudes and a hint of young people’s pretend moaning, showing dissatisfaction with the status quo, but powerless to change it and therefore going with the flow.
However, at the deepest level of all the negative emotions, it seemed to hide a flicker of flame, urging him to pursue his own dreams as if a wounded phoenix was hibernating deep in the magma, waiting for the day it heals and rises again.
Carrie Thomas’s breathing gradually slowed down, her emotions involuntarily drawn into the music, and she even felt a sense of sympathy towards the previously disliked performer, Harrison Clark.
This was just a prelude of less than twenty seconds. Harrison Clark hadn’t even started singing yet, but Carrie Thomas had already heard so many emotions.
It was not that Carrie Thomas’s music appreciation skills were so high that they broke through the sky, but simply because this song was written by her.
This melody was like a giant boulder, smashing heavily into her heart, resonating and echoing.