Chapter 295 - Super Bowl Plan 3

With Roy's voice having emerged after some earnest effort, Laila realized that she wasn't a professional musician, and her judgment of songs boiled down to whether they sounded good or not. In her opinion, Roy's voice was decent, at the very least. He enunciated clearly, allowing people to understand what he was singing, and he didn't appear to be off-key. That should meet her criteria, right?

"How was it?" After singing a bit, Roy paused and asked for her opinion.

"Not bad," Laila gave him a fairly objective assessment.

Roy wore a self-satisfied smile as if to say, "I knew it would be that answer." "I've always said I'm the best singer among Hollywood actors."

If he knew that her "not bad" actually meant that he didn't sing off-key and enunciated well, he might have fallen to the ground in disbelief. Don't forget how many courses he had taken downstairs; vocal training was just one of them. Even if he hadn't put in as much sweat as he did in martial arts, he had mastered everything he needed to.

Laila looked at him. "I was serious just now. If I give you a song and ask you to sing it in front of tens of millions of people, can you do it?"

Roy shrugged, indifferent. "It doesn't matter whether it's a group of people or tens of millions. If you can prove it, I'll give it a try."

Laila sighed inwardly. How could she even test that? In reality, she wouldn't make him sing in front of tens of millions of people. This year's Super Bowl was held at Qualcomm Stadium in San Diego, and if he could successfully perform in front of the stadium's audience, it would be enough. As for the exact number of people, she wasn't sure. She would have to find out when she contacted the organizers.

"Protect your voice for now, and find a vocal coach to give you some specialized training. At the end of January, I might have you sing a song at a certain place."

"A certain place?" Roy didn't understand why she needed to keep it a secret. Was it someplace shady?

Laila didn't want to explain further. "You'll find out when the time comes. For now, go get busy."

"Alright." Roy suppressed his curiosity, glanced at her with a hint of lament, and then left her office.

Watching him disappear through the door, Laila tapped her desk with her fingers, lost in thought.

From what she had seen just now, Roy should be able to achieve the effect she wanted for her plan. The next question was where to find a catchy, atmosphere-enhancing, and easy-to-sing song.

This seemed more suitable for Louise to handle, so Laila asked Demi to bring her to her office.

Louise's expression turned strange when she heard Laila's request. "Laila, I know a bit about movie soundtracks, but when it comes to pop songs, I'm not so sure. Crossing fields is like crossing mountains."

Laila realized that she might have overestimated her ability to make this request. Time was running out, and having a suitable song was essential for her plan.

Louise looked at Laila, her brows furrowed in deep thought. "Our company used to outsource movie soundtracks to small, specialized music companies. They were more affordable, but their work was relatively rough. To be honest, if they had real talent, they wouldn't even look at the small amount of money we offered."

"As the company grew, we started bringing in some up-and-coming musicians for the New Talent Program. People like Michael Giacchino are pretty good, but their expertise lies more in composing soundtracks for movies. When it comes to pop songs, it might be a bit challenging for them. I can't say for sure, though. It's two different domains."

"Is there anyone you know well who's good at writing pop songs?"

Louise forced a wry smile. "I do have friends who know some songwriters, but making the kind of song you're asking for might be quite challenging. It needs to be simple, catchy, and able to set the mood. It also needs to be easy to sing. That's not just composition; it's practically creating a hit song."

Laila sighed. It seemed like she had oversimplified things. She had initially thought that finding a suitable song would be easy, but now it seemed her plan might hit a roadblock here.

Waving her hand to dismiss Louise, Laila leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. Did she need to abandon her plan? In her past life, there were so many great songs to choose from. If only she could bring them back to this time. Unfortunately, she had no talent for songwriting or composing...

Suddenly, she sat up straight.

She might not be able to write lyrics or compose music, but some people could! If she sang a song and had someone else record the lyrics and melody based on her singing, she could have a song to use, right?

In her previous life, she had often frequented clubs, KTVs, and other places with some wealthy businessmen and second-generation rich kids to secure sponsorships. She didn't know much about English songs, but she was familiar with all the classics. Choosing a suitable one from there should be a piece of cake.

With this in mind, she called Demi again. "Get me Michael Giacchino."

"Alright." Demi acknowledged and hurriedly left the office. With the boss summoning several people this morning, she suspected there was another big move afoot.

Her suspicion wasn't entirely off base, but the big move had nothing to do with their company; it was another company's big move. Her boss just couldn't stick to her day job and had to make a spectacle in other areas as well.

Soon, Michael Giacchino arrived at Laila's office.

"You called for me, BOSS?" He stood somewhat nervously in front of her desk, looking at his idol.

God knew how thrilled he was to have chosen this place. He was now the real composer for several movie soundtracks, although they were just test projects for young, up-and-coming directors. But he believed that one day he would become the main composer for his boss's movies based on his abilities!

"Yes, Michael." Laila motioned for him to sit across from her. "I called you here because I need a favor."

"Is it for a new movie that needs a soundtrack?"

"No, it's not. It's a personal request I hope you can help me with."

Michael looked at her in confusion. "Of course, if I can do it, just give me the order." He couldn't think of anything besides composing music for her brilliant director's films.

"I want to ask you, Michael, if I sing a song, can you transcribe it into sheet music?"