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

Chapter 33: Chapter 32: Your Infectiousness is Too

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Harrison Clark left the company, but instead of going home, he wandered aimlessly outside for the entire day.

First, he went online and briefly scanned the news.

As expected, No. i Fly had already started their promotional efforts.

On No. 1 Flys official page, a silhouette of a woman appeared.

Underneath the silhouette were the words, “Mysterious newcomer’s debut single to be released soon. The strongest newcomer in history, a newcomer who is so powerful that she doesn’t seem like a newcomer at all. The center of attention, please look forward to it and listen to her heavenly music.” Of course, Harrison recognized this silhouette, as the photo had been taken just two days ago when he accompanied Carrie Thomas to No. 1 Fly Headquarters.

As expected from a large company, they were well-equipped in all aspects. However, No. 1 Fly’s advertising slogan was slightly beyond his expectation, as it continued to be unabashed and high-profile.

Fortunately, it was Carrie Thomas, who was indeed capable of living up to the hype.

If it had been a weaker newcomer, they would have been crushed by the excessive praise.

It could not be said that the No. 1 Fly operating personnel, headed by Howard Bruno, harbored ill intentions. This was just their consistent style, boasting and eager for success, never knowing what it meant to be humble and low-key. Who could blame them when this era was so impetuous?

If you didn’t boast a lot, the audience wouldn’t be interested.

Apart from the banner on the front page of the No. 1 Fly app, there were also many other sections within the app where Carrie Thomas-related keywords would pop up.

As expected of B-Class resources, the intensity was indeed formidable.

Looking at this overwhelming promotion, Harrison couldn’t help but wonder, if B-Class resources were this powerful, what would A-Class resources be like? He quickly figured it out.

Although these resources might seem daunting, they were all within the scope of No. 1 Fly’s internal channels.

Simply put, when deploying these resources, No. 1 Fly didn’t spend money externally, and the costs were all for in-house advertising.

So, the content of A-CIass resources was not difficult to guess. No. 1 Fly would use costly external resources for promotion.

To ordinary users, this meant various types of overwhelming press releases, or perhaps armies of “water soldiers” (paid commentators) so numerous it would be difficult to tell the real from the fake, or even having the singers promote their new songs on popular variety shows.

At present, Carrie Thomas didn’t have such resources.

Class divisions will always exist.

When he finally returned home, it was already past eight in the evening. The light in Carrie Thomas’s room was still on, and from time to time, soft humming could be heard from inside, accompanied by a few guitar chords. At first listen, Harrison felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

As expected, she was fierce!

She had only been back for two days, and she had already started writing songs.

Moreover, the few chords she was playing already had a hint of the flavor of “Deep in the Night.”

If she were given a few more days, she would probably be able to come up with the entire accompaniment for “Deep in the Night.”

There were two modes of composing songs. One was to write the lyrics first and then compose the music. The other was to create the melody first and then fill in the lyrics.

Carrie Thomas could do both, which was a testament to her level of achievement.

Harrison took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Oh, what’s up?” After waiting for a while, Carrie finally opened the door with a slight look of surprise.

She was once again wearing her pajamas, her hair slightly damp, and looking a bit languid.

Although she was wearing no makeup, beautiful people always looked good. Harrison looked away, not wanting to stare, and said, “These past two days, I’ve been out gathering inspiration and wrote two songs. I think they’re perfect for you.”

Carrie was stunned, “Huh? Two songs? I was wondering where you went these past two days. So you went to write songs? And you wrote two of them at once.” As a beginner in the music industry, Harrison couldn’t look Carrie Thomas in the eye.

After all, she was the real deal.

He continued to avert his gaze, looking into Carrie’s room while saying, “Yes, two songs. I feel one of them is especially suited for you, and the other one is pretty good too. Can I borrow your guitar and play them for you?” For a professional musician, their instrument was almost sacred and wouldn’t be casually shared with others.

Each person had different playing habits. For example, a seemingly simple guitar had several screws that could be easily adjusted by someone unfamiliar with the instrument, causing a slight change in the tightness of the strings and thus altering the pitch of the guitar.

Some people played with a heavier hand, so they would have to loosen the strings a bit, while others played lightly, so they would have to tighten the strings slightly.

Harrison’s request was akin to a young man asking a girl in ancient times, “Let me play with your feet.”But after hesitating for a few seconds, Carrie Thomas agreed to Harrison Clark’s seemingly overreaching request.

Fifteen minutes later…

Harrison’s fingers brushed the guitar strings, plucking the last note.

The music echoed repeatedly in the small room.

He looked nervously at Carrie Thomas, not knowing how she would react. Just now, he first played and sang “A Dull Life”, and the second song was “Deep in the Night”.

As an insider, Carrie Thomas immediately recognized the connection between the tune of “Deep in the Night” and the melody she had hummed earlier.

As a result, Harrison really couldn’t figure out Carrie Thomas’s thoughts and didn’t know if she would think he stole her tune.

At this moment, Carrie Thomas sat upright, with her hands clasped and crossed on her lap.

Her eyes were closed, and it was impossible to tell if she was deep in thought or absorbed in the music.

After a long time, she finally opened her eyes.

Harrison asked, “How was it?”

Carrie Thomas took a deep breath first.

Harrison’s heart rose to his throat.

Suddenly, she gave him a thumbs-up, “Amazing! You’re so amazing!” Her eyes were once again filled with intense excitement; she was thrilled by the hunt.

This meant she didn’t realize the problem at all.

Harrison let out a silent exclamation in his heart. Although the outcome was good, it was somewhat different from what he had expected.

He scratched his head, “Uh, well…I guess it’s just average amazing.”

“In such a short time, not to mention the songs, just your progress in playing skills is truly terrifying. Do you know? I started learning the piano at the age of four, various other instruments at the age of seven, I had many teachers, and many classmates. But I’ve never seen anyone improve as quickly as you in playing the guitar. It’s been just over a month, and your playing skills already give me the feeling of effortless mastery. You really are a genius!” Carrie Thomas sincerely exclaimed.

Harrison’s face turned slightly red.

Just over a month?

You’re thinking too much.

Strictly speaking, in my dreams, I’ve practiced almost two years in total, with an average daily practice time of over six hours, equivalent to ten years of hard work for ordinary people, okay?

You said I have effortless mastery, so don’t you clearly see that my skill ceiling is right here?

He continued to forcefully downplay his achievement, “I wouldn’t really call myself a genius; I’m just alright.”

Carrie Thomas shook her head, “Don’t be so modest. Now, speaking of these two songs, I don’t even have the qualifications to judge them right now. However, I can still say for sure that they are absolutely not worse than ■Boring.’ Especially the second one, ‘A Dull Life.’ It is truly the perfect song I’ve been dreaming of!”

Harrison quickly seized the opportunity, “You like ‘A Dull Life’? That’s the one I planned to give you.”

“Actually, I like both of them. But if I have to choose one, I’d pick ‘A Dull Life ‘ It’s a pity our money hasn’t come back yet; otherwise, I really want to buy both of your songs. Ah, you should sell one of them at least, so you can earn some more cash. That way, we won’t be as desperate as when we went to Abertawe.” Harrison nodded, “Alright, it’s settled, ‘A Dull Life’ is yours.”

“Hmm!”

With the matter settled, Harrison finally had the courage to continue probing. “By the way, it seemed like you were humming a tune in the room just now? Have you started composing already?”

Carrie Thomas’ face turned slightly red with embarrassment, “Yes, but my skills are too immature. You might not believe it, but the tune I was humming is somewhat similar to your first song ‘Deep in the Night’.”

Harrison continued to boldly test the waters, “Is it a coincidence?” Carrie Thomas shook her head, “No, it’s definitely not a coincidence.” Harrison became a little nervous.

However, Carrie Thomas didn’t seem to notice Harrison’s flickering eyes and just kept talking to herself.

“It must be because I was too deeply influenced by your style! So much so that my inspiration would unconsciously gravitate towards you. I’ve made up my mind, no matter how ‘Boring’ and ‘A Dull Life’ turn out in the end, I shouldn’t sing any songs you write so easily.”

Harrison silently gave her a thumbs-up.

You really are a show-off.

You came up with such a great explanation for me.

There’s no way around it; my old Harrison’s influence is just that strong..