27 The Power of Music (2/2)
Before Christina finishes her song, you left the room and return to where Mark is.
”Hey Mark! I'm back. Did you miss me?”
You call out once you are inside the room and sitting on the chair adjacent to him.
”Fuck no.”
Mark snorts and focuses his attention to the sound track. He was listening to it attentively.
”Heh, don't be like that. We are in this together.”
You dismiss your friend's growing annoyance and put on a headphone. ”Let's continue.”
”Dude. Do you mind? I'm busy right now. I'm listening to something.”
Mark allows you to listen in on what he was working on. The song sounds incredible, and as you listen carefully from the beginning to the end, you notice a new window appear in front of you, showing the entire lyrics. Many words are in different colors – some grey, some yellow, some red, some blue, and so on.
While you haven't fully figure out which colors denote for which emotions, you are sure that each of the words or sentences trying to covey an emotion within the listeners. However, the emotions is kind of all over the place even if the song sounded very nice to the ear.
”Who the artist?”
”Bryan Adams.”
”Who's that?”
Mark sighs and realized your knowledge about the music scene is basically zero. Yet, you want to aim to be a music producer – are you fucking kidding?
Learn to walk before you run!
Nevertheless, Mark explains to you who Bryan Adams is. This song had just been released last month, and it is incredibly popular.
You nod and ponder how you should use your new-found perspective on the lyric.
The System you have is very overpowering. This is the reason why you wager with it.
The System will help you archive your goal whatever it may be, just like it granted you the power to discern great actors from bad one for your quest to become the best fucking director. This is the same with music. You can discern great singers from bad one, including lyrics and accompanying background music.
”Let me borrow a pen and some music paper.”
”The fuck, man? Are you working on this seriously or you're just messing around?”
”I am working on it seriously.”
You take the spectator seat at the back of the recording room and start writing down the lyric. You start crossing out words and replaces them with new one before singing out loud to yourself. Your vocal sucks, but it isn't what you are looking for.
”Look into my eyes
You will see
What you mean to me
…
Everything I do
Oh
I do it for you
…
Oh yeah
I would die for you”
As you sing, the lyrics refreshes on the window before you. Most of the words becomes red, conveying the emotion of love and yearning.
Once you feel you have reached the best of your songwriting ability, you nod and look up, seeing your friend staring wide-eye at you.
”You're a composer now!?”
”Nope. Now I need to find a singer, and I have just the person in mind.”
You sign your name on the new lyrics. Even if it is derived from this world's version, you still hold the copyright, especially if different background music and vocal is used.
[Congratulation. You have composed your first song.]
[You are one step towards becoming one of the greatest music producers ever lived!]
[A random reward has been awarded to you. The item is placed into your Inventory.]
”Why, thank you very much for the gift.”
You smile and knew your wager had paid off. This is the reason why you decide to wager before trying to correct any songs. If you did, you would have lose out on a reward.
You would never work for nothing.
Mark is confused at your remark. ”Huh? You are getting weirder and weirder. You're not on drug, are you?”
”Probably... not on drug. Hey, come with me if you want to hear another angel sing.”