I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 56
Chapter 56: Chapter 55: Don’t Mess with Me
Translator: 549690339
Harrison wanted to explain, but he felt that it would be too deliberate.
He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
He had a vague feeling that it was problematic to emphasize his normal sexual orientation with a woman.
Moreover, this woman was not an ordinary person. She was a super celebrity with thousands of fans and soaring popularity.
Just as others gathered around him, they didn’t give Harrison a chance to dwell on his thoughts.
This time, there were no familiar faces around Harrison, only these semi-strangers.
Their purpose was simple: they wanted to buy songs, and they were eager to do so.
Exchanging contact information was just a way to leave a chance for further negotiations later, but the best outcome would be to form a stronger intention at the event itself.
Harrison had planned to sell songs, and he was open to all comers, listening enthusiastically to everyone.
He still had six songs in his pocket.
Three songs for female singers had already been reserved for Leah and couldn’t be taken out. He could only play tai chi, saying that he would definitely tailor-make something for them later and so on.
But the three songs for male singers that he “borrowed” from Logan Lee hadn’t found a suitable buyer yet, and he was still looking for the right one.
Before today, Harrison thought that as long as people were willing to pay and the price was reasonable, he could sell the songs to anyone.
He didn’t care about what kind of results these second-tier songs would achieve in the end. He just wanted to pocket the money as soon as possible.
But within just an hour at Avril’s birthday party, Harrison experienced a very fresh term.
Instant peak.
At an incredibly fast speed, he went from being a newly debuted songwriter with only one representative work to the hottest songwriter of the moment.
Although the incident only happened in the small courtyard of Homey Rose, with the highly developed internet today, the news would quickly spread throughout the country.
Countless producers, studios, agencies, and singers would become aware of his existence as a supernova songwriter.
The world would have a clearer and more specific understanding of his “talent”.
So now Harrison started to choose his buyers carefully.
He kept probing the tonality and style of many male singers who came to negotiate and took note of their representative works pledged by agents. He planned to listen to them later and make a decision.
Even if it was only Logan Lee’s songs, he wanted to sell them for a better price and to a better buyer.
Otherwise, if someone else made the song flop, it would still damage his own reputation.
“Harrison is really popular, isn’t he?”
At the window on the second floor of the inner courtyard, Leah was watching the bustling pavilion in the courtyard where Harrison was interacting with everyone. She was slightly envious.
Leah was worried about whether she could get her songs as scheduled.
After all, before this, Carrie had intercepted a song from Harrison that was meant for her.
At this moment, there were two young and beautiful newcomers flirting with Harrison. They even rubbed against him from time to time without making any sound.
In this respect, Leah admitted that she couldn’t do it.
Avril, who was casually unwrapping gifts next to her, comforted her, “You can put your heart at ease. Although I’ve only known him for a short time, I don’t think he’s a person who breaks his promises. Since he made a commitment, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Look, look… Look at that girl! Goodness! The newcomers these days really have no shame! She’s almost trapping Harrison’s hand in her chest! Shouldn’t we hurry up and invite him up here to sign a contract?” Leah pointed angrily downstairs.
Avril glanced up and burst into laughter while covering her mouth, “Don’t you see that he’s trying to avoid her?”
“Wow, you’re right!”
“If you observe carefully, the people he takes the initiative to talk to are all men
– male singers and male producers.”
“But isn’t he also talking to Sister Ouyang?”
“Think about it, who is Sister Ouyang’s client?”
“Tough Guy Singer Long Yiyang! Oh, right!”
“Did you spot the problem?”
“I see it. If they’re not familiar, he seems to only want to write songs for male singers. How strange. Isn’t he good at writing from a female perspective?”
Avril laughed deeply, “Because…”
After a while, Leah pretended to understand, “So that’s it! These shameless little girls want to seduce him, but they chose the wrong tactics.”
“Exactly!”
If Harrison knew that these two were gossiping about him like this upstairs while he was painstakingly picking buyers for Logan Lee’s three songs downstairs, he would probably choose to kill them first and then commit suicide to escape legal punishment.
“Hey, what’s this CD disc about?” Avril, who had been unwrapping gifts, suddenly picked up a CD disc with a simple plastic case from the table, looking puzzled.
Ignoring the contents of the disc, all the other gifts were beautifully packaged for a birthday. This disc, however, stood out as being unusually plain.
“Is it a mistake? There’s no name on it, who sent it?” Leah took the disc from Avril and examined it carefully, “There’s no design printed on the disc either, I don’t know what it is. Should we just throw it away?”
“Wait, I’ll ask the greeter who sent it. There should be a record there.”
After making the call, Avril hurriedly took the disc back from Leah and placed it back in the case with great care, “I found out. It’s from Carrie. She said it’s her newly recorded song that hasn’t been finalized yet.”
“Oh, so it’s a private collector’s edition. That’s valuable.”
“Yeah, I really want to hear it.” Avril smiled and looked at the disc up and down, her eyes hazy and curious.
“Since she’s downstairs chatting with Jenny, why not ask her if we can play it here? If she’s so sincere, you should treat her sincerity with more respect.” “Alright.”
The two went downstairs together and found Carrie Thomas, who was having a great time talking about her singing experience with Jenny Hart regarding the song “Deep in the Night”.
Carrie Thomas was quite arrogant when it came to music, but she wasn’t intentionally antisocial.
She still admired and respected those who were talented like her.
In the future, she would become very strong, surpassing her times; but what she was really good at now was her incredible inspiration and was in the stage of relying purely on her talent. What’s worse, her inspiration was often killed in the womb due to the existence of a certain plagiarist who didn’t want to reveal his name.
In terms of professional level, Carrie Thomas was still in a period of rapid absorption and progress and had not yet reached her peak.
Communicating with real talents like Jenny Hart, who had accumulated in-depth knowledge, was of great help to Carrie Thomas.
“Ah, I personally have no objections. But this is, after all, your birthday party. Jenny has just sung a new song, and it doesn’t seem quite appropriate for me to do the same.” After hearing Avril Green’s idea, Carrie Thomas was initially hesitant.
She wasn’t someone who liked to show off.
Avril Green: “There’s nothing wrong with it. However, releasing a new song is a very serious matter. If you feel that you’re not ready yet, you don’t have to force yourself. I just thought it was the right opportunity.”
Leah Clark, who couldn’t help her itching heart, then asked, “Has this song been copyrighted? If not, it would be indeed inappropriate. But if it has been, I think today would be a great stage to release it.”
Jenny Hart also encouraged, “Harrison has put a lot of effort into hyping up the event, and the news must have already spread. Come to think of it, if both of us release new songs at Lucia’s birthday party, it would definitely become a hot topic in the industry.”
“Alright then, thank you very much.” Carrie Thomas wasn’t as familiar with Avril Green as she was with others, so there was still some awkwardness and distance in her words.
Avril Green didn’t mind and handed the CD to the housekeeper.
At this point, Harrison Clark still didn’t know that Carrie Thomas’ CD was about to be publicly played, so he finally decided on a few options in his mind and hid in a corner to take a breather.
“Dude, you have some guts to offend Eric Mitchell like that. Aren’t you afraid he’ll take revenge on you later?”
Upon hearing this, Harrison Clark looked up and saw a dark shadow coming towards him.
What a round, burly man!
The other party’s figure was so wide that it completely blocked the light.
He was taken aback and, hearing Eric Mitchell’s name, assumed the stranger was someone Eric had arranged to come and cause trouble for him.
So he shifted slightly backward, and subconsciously thrust his palm out, aiming for the other person’s throat.
Thanks to his extraordinary individual combat ability, perfected through high-intensity military training, his intuitive response was very experienced.
In just a blink of an eye, his ‘claw’ sank into the layers of fat.
His iron grip successfully caught the other’s neck.
The other party let out a startled cry and retreated. “What the hell are you doing?!”
When the man stepped back, Harrison Clark saw that he was wearing a party outfit.
He recognized the round face a bit.
Previously, while chatting with others, the round face had been peeking around outside the crowd.
Harrison Clark rubbed his hands awkwardly, as if to wipe away the greasy feeling. “I’m sorry, but when you mentioned Eric Mitchell taking revenge on me, I just lost control.”
The fat man rubbed his neck, sat down beside Harrison, and gave him a thumbs up. “Nice moves, dude. Your hand technique is good, and so is your ability to dodge blame. If it weren’t for the extra meat on my neck, you would have snapped it.”
Harrison Clark gave an embarrassed smile. “No, I can control myself.”
“Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ward Owen.”
The fat man spoke as he slowly reached out his hand again.
Harrison shook his hand briefly. “Harrison Clark.”
“I know your name is Harrison.”
“Okay, Mr. Owen, what can I do for you? Are you interested in buying one of my songs?”
Ward Owen nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, yes! Harrison, do I look like a very talented singer?”
Harrison Clark pulled a face as he looked the man up and down.
Who knows how well-nourished this guy was to be so fat?
This man was about five feet ten inches tall, and his waist was probably also five feet ten. His round face had waves of folds on both sides, like splashing water.
Although Carrie Thomas had said that a singer’s image wasn’t important, this fellow was really…something else.
Seeing that Harrison Clark was speechless, Ward Owen reluctantly stepped back a little, shrugged his shoulders, and said,” Alright, I admit I don’t look very talented. Can I be an idol singer then?”
“Excuse me!”
Harrison Clark bowed his hand and got up to leave.
What a pain in the ass!
This fat guy must be here to annoy him on Eric Mitchell’s behalf!
Such ill intentions, extreme malice, and incredible force.
“Huh, Mr. Owen, what are you talking with Harrison about?”
At this moment, Avril Green came over.
The staff over there was about to play the CD, and Avril Green thought she might as well inform Harrison Clark about it, so she came over on purpose.
Ward Owen squeezed an even uglier smile than crying, pointed at Harrison Clark, and said to Avril Green, “Lucia! I asked him if I have the talent to be a singer, and he actually told me to excuse him! He’s bullying me!”
Avril Green covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably.
Harrison Clark hurriedly defended himself, “Nonsense! You clearly said idol singer! I absolutely do not discriminate against fat people, but you really should have some self-awareness! If you have something to say, just say it.. Don’t mess with me!”
