I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 55 - 54: Rock and Roll i

Chapter 55: Chapter 54: Rock and Roll i

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Avril Green hurriedly asked Carrie Thomas who was living with him, “Is he not joking?”

Carrie Thomas nodded, “I really haven’t heard him play drums before. He didn’t even buy drums.”

“This…” Avril Green was at a loss for words.

She and Jenny Hart felt a little embarrassed.

It seemed that they had made a common-sense mistake, thinking that Harrison Clark, being a composer, would know how to play instruments.

It also made sense that, as a semi-professional player who entered the scene halfway, he wouldn’t know everything.

Perhaps his talent lies in composing and music theory, and he wasn’t all that versatile in terms of playing instruments.

“How about you?” Jenny Hart quietly asked Avril Green.

Avril Green shook her head, ‘Tve never seen the score before, how can I play?”

The two looked at Carrie Thomas again.

Carrie Thomas thought for a moment, “I haven’t practiced this song either, but

I can try to jump right in.”

What she meant was that she didn’t need practice; she could just start playing.

However, Harrison Clark denied Carrie Thomas’ idea.

This was already her song, and it would be too much to ask her to play drums accompaniment for others.

Although my morals were shattered long ago, occasionally I should pick up some pieces.

“It’s okay, I’ll try first. If I really can’t do it, I’ll step down, and Mr. Hart can do a solo.”

“Alright.”

The audience had been waiting for too long, there was no time to delay any further.

After a brief tuning, the performance finally began.

Jenny Hart turned her head and gave Harrison Clark an encouraging look.

Harrison Clark responded with a calm smile.

The tearing sound of the electric guitar quickly echoed through the small courtyard.

Homey Rose was located in a busy area, with not many residents nearby, so there was no need to worry about disturbing people.

Although the architectural layout of Homey Rose looked antique, the sound system was designed by a master, using the effect of sound chamber resonance, not much external transmission, but forming a dynamic resonance inside.

The people in the venue felt the sound was shocking, while those outside could only faintly hear some hazy music.

On the other timeline, Carrie Thomas composed “Deep in the Night” before she became famous, and her life fortunes had not changed. Therefore, the song has a strong and intense flavor of cynicism.

At the beginning, the main melody of the song was complaints and hatred.

Hating the injustice of the world that made her talented but unappreciated.

The style was both explosive and suppressed, making the listener hold their breath.

Jenny Hart hadn’t had the sheet music for long, but she still revealed the seemingly low-pitched, yet actually rolling lava-like emotion hidden under the rock with her proficient technique.

Avril Green’s breath was caught just by listening to the intro of the accompaniment.

The other people in the courtyard also had their eyes light up.

This song was really strong in stirring the listeners’ emotions.

And this was just the beginning.

Boom!

The drumbeat sounded.

The tense string in everyone’s hearts suddenly broke, like a volcanic eruption.

Jenny Hart’s throat suddenly opened.

At the time of her fame, she was known as the “Iron Lung Singer.

It was not an undeserved reputation.

Although the people present were so-called successful people, and usually had a wide range of experiences, many of them still couldn’t help but be completely lost in the music at this moment.

Harrison Clark’s drumming became more and more intense, like a relentless storm.

Jenny Hart’s guitar-strumming fingers almost left afterimages under the lights.

Drumbeats, guitar sounds, and singing voices intertwined perfectly, as if a thousand-foot waterfall was rushing off a cliff.

Jenny Hart became more and more immersed in the performance, not knowing if it was her own emotions being ignited, or the song itself, or the pleasant discovery that Harrison Clark’s drumming skills were surprisingly good beyond her expectations.

As a professional artist, she had collaborated with many bands, but she had never felt a drummer who could play drums so exquisitely.

Originally, as a rock music piece, the guitar should be the main tone, but Harrison Clarke’s drums were so precise that they led her instead.

Although her skills were high, she was not familiar enough with this song, and there were occasional deviations in pitch.

But Harrison Clarke’s drumming was too powerful, always able to bring her back to the correct pitch in time.

After a long while, Jenny Hart on the stage suddenly shook off her electric guitar, and the echo faded away.

The performance was over.

She turned her head and threw a flirtatious glance.That little expression seemed to say, “Is this what you call a beginner? Are you kidding me?”

Jenny Hart wiped the sweat from her forehead and bowed slightly to the audience. “Thank you, everyone.”

After showing her gratitude, the venue still remained silent.

Harrison Clark felt a bit uneasy sitting up there.

Since no one was giving their opinions, he had no idea how well he performed.

As far as he was concerned, he played just fine with accurate beats, but there wasn’t much emotional fluctuation in his performance.

At the side of the small stage, Avril Green, who had been holding her breath, suddenly burst into applause.

The next moment, the whole audience erupted in applause.

Harrison breathed a sigh of relief.

It looked like it went well?

Avril walked up to him, lowered her voice and asked, “Did you really just start learning drums a month ago?”

Harrison nodded, “Yes, what’s up? Did I do alright?”

Avril was at a loss for words for a moment.

After a while, she held her forehead and said, “This is crazy.”

Jenny Hart, who had come over, rolled her eyes, not knowing what to say.

Carrie Thomas in the audience saw the reactions of the two superstars, Avril Green and Jenny Hart, and thought that this scene seemed familiar.

Not long ago, when she first heard Harrison’s guitar playing, she had the same feeling.

This must be what they call… a one-of-a-kind genius.

It took a few minutes for everyone in the Homey Rose to calm down before Avril laughingly asked everyone how they felt about the performance.

Naturally, everybody couldn’t stop praising it.

“I just asked again, a few months ago, Mr. Clark was indeed just an apartment manager and had never been involved in music. ‘Boring’ and ‘Deep in the Night’ were his very first works. What do you all think of these two songs?”

Everyone was incredibly complimentary.

It wasn’t blind praise – those who knew music understood that this was genuinely amazing.

A complete beginner creating two classic songs in less than three months since being introduced to music?

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was a myth.

The reason for Avril’s attention on Harrison was now apparent.

“Those who want to buy his songs, remember one thing: you snooze, you lose.”

While saying this, Avril winked at Leah Clark not far away.

The advertisement Avril had done for Harrison had come to an end with this.

Surely, after today’s performance, the other singers present and perhaps several executives of talent management companies would no longer overlook Harrison Clark, the extraordinary genius songwriter.

Harrison was naturally very busy afterwards.

Various people flocked to him, asking for his phone number and contact information.

In just under ten minutes, he had at least added twenty potential clients’ phone numbers to his mobile phone.

Finally, when there were fewer people around him, he found the time to thank Avril sincerely. “Thank you.”

Avril smiled sweetly, “No need to thank me, it’s my pleasure. But remember, we agreed before – you have to satisfy Leah’s requirements first.”

Harrison nodded, “Of course, no problem.”

He came here today intending to sell the remaining three female-oriented songs as a package to Leah.

“By the way, why do I always feel that the songs you write have a female perspective?”

Avril suddenly asked, seemingly casually.

“Huh?”

Avril asked, “Just now, even though it was very rock and roll, the image in my mind could only be of a female protagonist.”

Harrison felt there was no way to discuss this.

He sneakily glanced at Carrie Thomas, who was exchanging insights with Jenny Hart in the distance.

He thought, could they not be focused on females?

These songs were written by a woman, for goodness’ sake!

Seeing that he couldn’t respond, Avril showed an “I know what’s going on” expression and walked away, satisfied.

Harrison was left standing there, dumbfounded.

What exactly do you know?

Wait a second, people say she’s very guarded around men, so why does she seem so relaxed around Harrison?

Could it be…

Oh, my goodness!