chapter 027

"Martin, are you with the two little princes?" On the way back, Nancy asked curiously in the car.

"It's just another little bet, it's okay." Martin waved his hand nonchalantly.

Nancy said darkly, "I hope so." "

She now found that her little nephew's ability to cause trouble was not inferior to his talent in other aspects!

Martin was in a good mood, and soon fell asleep after returning to the hotel, completely unaware that his performance at this charity dinner had begun to slowly ferment, and his name had appeared on the desks of many paparazzi.

"Dainna's godbrother, the one who made William and Harry uncle."

"A song of "War Song" shocked four people."

"Let Grant Brooke learn the boy who barked!"

"A young actor from the United States, the protagonist of the crew of "Born a Couple", one person plays two roles."

Paparazzi in England became interested in this eleven-year-old boy named Martin Meyers.

...

"There are already paparazzi following me?"

On the way to Max Martin's studio, Martin looked at the motorcycles following behind the car and couldn't help but be surprised.

Nancy said with a natural expression: "This is normal, what you did at Miss Dainna's charity party is not small, and Daina has publicly acknowledged your godbrother." "

"You should know that since her divorce, she has been the object of chase by the Fleet Street paparazzi. Since you have a connection with her, the paparazzi will definitely not let you go. "

"You don't seem worried?"

Nancy kept watching Martin's state and found that her nephew had been very calm.

Neither upset nor excited.

It's a state of indifference.

Faced with Aunt Nancy's doubts, Martin smiled: "Why worry? Aren't paparazzi and celebrities complementary? "

"Celebrities need to rely on paparazzi to increase exposure, paparazzi have to rely on the material of explosive stars to earn money, and the two sides actually need each other!"

"Aunt Nancy, I'll have a chat with these paparazzi when I get off the bus and give them some news material."

Nancy was surprised again, and then quickly relieved.

Well, that's genius!!

Martin's car stopped in front of Max Martin's studio.

Martin straightened his clothes and got out of the car.

Several motorcycles and two cars also quickly stopped, and the paparazzi sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle and the co-pilot of the car sneaked out of the car and rushed over.

Martin waited deliberately.

After the paparazzi rushed over, he turned around and smiled: "Guys, don't worry, I will give you five minutes to interview." "

Nancy did not get out of the car, sitting in the car and watching Martin talk to the paparazzi, without the excitement of being cramped or suddenly famous.

This kid, gee, is really suitable for the entertainment industry.

"Yes, Sister Dainna and I are now brothers and sisters, and she is my eldersister."

"Grant Brooke? Yes, I made a bet with him, I won, he lost, so he learned to bark. "

"Revenge? You can think that he not only deliberately broke the contract with me, but also betrayed the friendship of Dainna's sister, and his character is so inferior, shouldn't I take revenge? "

"Besides, I didn't do anything against the law, and if it had been in the Middle Ages, I might have thrown my gloves at him."

"That's right, I came to Mr. Marx's studio this time to work with him on a mysterious album."

"I think Mr. Marx is not as famous as Grant Brooke, but I think his ability is by no means inferior to the other party, or even stronger."

Five minutes later.

Martin interrupted the paparazzi to continue asking questions, and said with a smile: "Okay guys, when the time comes, I can't make Mr. Marx wait long, this interview is here." "

Saying that, he waved at Nancy in the car, Nancy got out of the car, and the two walked into Marx's studio.

Nancy thought that these paparazzi would continue to entangle, but unexpectedly, these guys left obediently, without any intention of stalking.

Is it really weird?

When did the paparazzi on Fleet Street become so obedient?

Nancy wondered.

Also confused are the paparazzi.

"Why am I leaving? Shouldn't you chase after taking a few more photos, preferably to provoke the other person to panic or anger and show ugliness. "

"Damn, I still have a few more emotional questions that I didn't ask, I forgot just now."

"Guys, weren't we too gentle just now, and many means were not used!"

"I think so too."

"I said, what do you think?"

"We? Aren't you the same, well-behaved like a dog. "

But soon they found themselves reasons.

"It should be Martin's cooperation that makes me feel a little favorable, right?"

"Although Martin is from that country place in the United States, he is not very old, but he is a gentleman!"

"This kid doesn't seem to see us as enemies."

"Do you think Martin has a strong affinity?"

"That's right."

"That's what I thought."

"This kid will definitely succeed in the future."

Max Martin's studio was a small four-story building.

Rented.

Because it is close to the suburbs, it is not expensive.

When Martin and Nancy came in, he was already waiting in the recording studio on the second floor.

"Come on, Martin, let's try it first."

Without any pleasantries, he couldn't wait.

Martin walked into the studio and first came the song "Hometown Landscape".

His ever-changing guttural voice vividly expresses the beauty, longing, sorrow and other emotions of this pure music.

Nancy, who also wore headphones, was completely stunned, and involuntarily missed her hometown in Pennsylvania, as well as her mother and the dead old man…

On the other side, the more emotional Max Martin has shed tears of sorrow, and his mind is flooded with landscapes of his hometown….

One song.

There was silence in the recording studio, and the two staff hired by Marx were also immersed in the artistic conception of the music, and it was difficult to extricate themselves.

Until Martin pushed open the studio door and asked, "How does it feel?" "

Everyone woke up.

Max Martin gave a thumbs up in amazement and sighed: "To be honest, I have never heard such touching music, even if I listen to Mozart or Beethoven, my emotions are rarely so agitated." "

"Maybe it's because you've listened to them too much." Martin shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe." Marx then replied and immediately got down to business: "Martin, I was thinking about whether to use some instruments to match your voice, but now I have changed my attention." "

"Your throat and your vocal cords are the best instruments!"