Chapter 51: Doesn't Matter?

  Although she only heard a small segment, with Whitney Houston's musical talent, she could naturally hear something from it, and combined with the script just now, she suddenly realized that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to make her career a big step forward.

  Under her gaze, the boy who was almost a monster with his crazy talent and skilled hands rewrote the messy musical score and handed it to her.

  "Miss Houston, I think this song is more suited to your vocal cords." Ryan's face was a bit pale, as if he had expended too much energy.

  Whitney Houston took over, with a change in the tune and very simple lyrics, even the chorus only had one sentence of lyrics, she savored it carefully, humming softly, the more she sang, the brighter her eyes became.

  After struggling in the pop music scene for so many years, she is very clear that there are singers who will become popular no matter what song they sing, and there are songs that will become popular no matter who sings them. Without a doubt, this one belongs to the latter category.

  At such a close distance, Ryan could naturally hear her singing voice, which was quite different from his impression. He immediately discussed it with her and continuously offered some opinions. Whitney Houston also continuously hummed softly, adjusting the melody according to Ryan's suggestions and her own understanding.

  It was almost midnight, and the banquet hall was still bustling with people, not a single person had the thought of leaving. Tonight's events far exceeded their understanding, broadening their horizons in a way that they might never see again in their lifetime.

  But that's not right either. There is one person who can't wait to fly, and that's Tom Cruise. Is there still any suspense about winning or losing? Almost no one cares about this question anymore.

  Most people are watching, waiting to see what kind of song Ryan Jenkins will come up with after dictating the script and spending over half an hour composing it. They all know he can write, create screenplays, draw storyboards, and act in movies - is he going to add "compose songs" to his resume tonight?

  Of course, there are also some people who focus on Tom Cruise, those journalists who fear that the world is not chaotic enough, staring closely at the creamy young actor, afraid that he will slip away unnoticed.

  Tom Cruise glared at them, especially the few who were holding cameras, if they were just ordinary reporters, he would have let his assistant go and grab the camera, what a mess.

  However, the charity dinner was reported by NBC today, whose parent company is General Electric, not General Motors, but the world's largest conglomerate with the highest market value!

  After nearly an hour, the constant discussion and singing on stage came to a halt. Ryan sat back down at the piano, exchanged a look with Whitney Houston, and then her rich contralto voice filled the air.

  After the modulation, Ryan's fingers landed on the black and white keys, the accompaniment melody started from a low and slow pace, gradually telling the thoughts of lovers, slowly turning to thick, and Whitney Houston's voice also became more piercing, especially when she sang "and" with explosive force, the unique charm of high-pitched sound reverberated back and forth in the entire banquet hall.

  "Wow!"

  Applause rose like a tidal wave, and although this song had some elements of black soul music, no one denied that it was an infectious and stunning love song. Thinking back to the final scene in the script where the bodyguard and the superstar's emotions erupted, it was simply perfect.

  At this time, they also understood why Ryan Jenkins said that this song was not something he could perform. Indeed, such a song requiring extremely strong explosive power, how can an eleven-year-old child sing it out?

  To be honest, Ryan and Whitney Houston were just the first collaboration, with many flaws in between, but to achieve today's effect is already amazing, it can only be said that they both have extraordinary attainments in music.

  She let out a sigh and reluctantly looked down at the sheet music in her hand before handing it back to Ryan.

  "Stay here, Miss Houston." Ryan's face turned even paler as he leaned against Nicole and shook his head slightly.

  Whitney Houston's face suddenly lit up with joy, and she naturally understood the meaning of this sentence. She quickly said, "I will let the company contact Ms. Kylie as soon as possible."

  The crowd that had gathered below the stage suddenly parted to make way for Tom Cruise, who walked onto the stage under the watchful eyes of everyone, his face now restored to its normal color, looking elegant and refined, and came straight to Ryan and Nicole's side, slightly bowing his head.

  "Nicole and Ryan, I apologize for my inappropriate words tonight, sorry."

  Although he wore a smile on his face, his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was really thinking.

  It's easy to say, Tom Cruise knew he was about to face a public relations crisis, now pretending to make some gestures, which could somewhat restore his impression score, if the two people in front of him were not merciless and verbally abused him, the situation might still turn for the better.

  It has to be said that Tom Cruise's acting skills are superb, even if no one believes he will sincerely apologize, but on the surface, nothing can be seen.

  Unfortunately, he was facing someone who acted every minute and second. Ryan squeezed Nicole's hand and smiled elegantly, answering ahead of time, "It doesn't matter, let it be, Mr. Cruz."

  No big deal? How can it be no big deal?! Watching Tom Cruise quickly walk off the stage, Ryan was still smiling. Now he and Nicole really had nothing on Tom Cruise, but there's always tomorrow.

  Besides, in such a public occasion, should he burst into a loud scolding and exchange blows? Don't be ridiculous, that's harmful and useless.

  "I'm tired, Nicole." Even just recounting the images in his mind had exhausted him.

  "Okay, let's go home." Nicole helped him up and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to carry you?"

  Ryan's mouth twitched, "That would make me a laughing stock for everyone, I'm not some immature little kid."

  As soon as the two of them stepped down from the stage, Warner's Gerald and others came over. Without needing them to say a word, Nicole also understood what they wanted to do, so she quickly said, "Mr. Gerald, Mr. Liesman, Ryan has consumed too much energy, we need to head home."

  It was indeed the case that Ryan's face turned pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and he seemed to be somewhat exhausted. These people didn't dare say anything more, so they made way for him.

  "Mr. Gerald." Ryan suddenly spoke up, "Can someone bring over the script of the record? You should be able to tell that the script only has a main storyline and many places still need to be supplemented."

  Even after Ryan narrated for nearly three hours, he only outlined the main plot, and in the movie "The Bodyguard", apart from the melodramatic plot, the most attractive part is those songs, and he still needs to recall those songs, otherwise this movie will lose a lot of color.

  "No problem, can it be tomorrow? I'll have someone deliver it to Beverly Hills."

  "Alright then, goodbye everyone."

  Looking at the brother and sister relying on each other, slowly walking out of the banquet hall, everyone felt a little moved.

  "Blair, get the footage to the news desk now! What? Midnight? I don't care about that, you'll fly it over if you have to! I want this on the morning news tomorrow!" The NBC executive yelled at his reporter.

  Everyone realized the value of this news, and all those related to the media industry took out their phones and started dialing. Even practitioners in the print media couldn't care about anything else, rushing out of the hotel, driving wildly towards the newspaper office.

  That night, the Los Angeles police arrested a number of speeding fugitives, many of whom were well-known newspaper and magazine editors and media professionals.

  "Hurry! Hurry! Get the script organized and bring it to me." Gerald was also busy, constantly giving orders to his subordinates. Then, he looked at Whitney Houston, who was still studying the score on stage, "Whitney, come over here quickly."

  "What's going on?" Whitney Houston hurried over.

  "Are you really stupid or just pretending to be?!" Looking at her bewildered expression, Gerald couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Don't you get it?! Rachel in the script is a black female singer! The theme song must be sung by her personally, and Ryan Jenkins gave the song to you, isn't that clear enough?"

  "This..."

  Whitney Houston realized this was a great opportunity for her to be the female lead on the big screen!

  Then Gerald leaned in and whispered something to her, and she nodded repeatedly, apparently agreeing with what he was saying.

  Tom Cruise climbed up the back of the car, isolating himself on the rear seat, and only then did he reveal a grotesque face. He could imagine that by tomorrow morning, all media would be reporting on tonight's events, and he would become the clown in this farce!

  Who would have thought! Who could have imagined that the guy would roughly outline a script in just three hours, and it was based on the creative ideas and inspiration he had just seen from the TV show. Not to mention others, even he, the perpetrator, was shocked with a blank mind at that time.

  It can't end like this! Tom Cruise gritted his teeth, this thing is far from over!

  Jinsi sat in the passenger seat, looking back at the two people on the backseat with some worry, everything that happened today was like a roller coaster ride.

  When they conflicted with Tom Cruise, she was not present. After rushing to the scene, she couldn't help but worry, after all, the other party is a heavyweight in the industry.

  But everything that happened next completely subverted her cognition. Having known Ryan for two years, she could be considered a friend, but she had never seen this side of the young man being so crazy and violent, and his talent was like the Pacific Ocean, endless and inexhaustible!

  I'm really lucky! As the car entered the villa, Jin Silin's mind was left with only this one thought.