0713: You who shine in the parallel world

In the past, if Yu Yu was accidentally photographed by paparazzi under a vest with other celebrity friends, she would most likely pretend to be an ordinary person who did not want to be disturbed, and privately settle the matter with a sum of money that the other party could not refuse.

Of course, the probability of being photographed was not high in the past, and later he more or less understood that in addition to using money to settle part of the matter, Grand Duke Alaric also used a little bit of family influence to nip in the bud all signs of possible exposure of his identity.

Now, after the Larich-IS plan was launched, the stage facing his brothers gradually expanded. Yu Yu felt that it was necessary to appropriately demonstrate his influence and connections in the industry.

In fact, at this point, he felt that he didn't seem to be opposed to taking off the mask. When did this feeling begin? Perhaps it was after he confessed to his brothers.

But what he cares about is the criticism and pressure imposed on his brothers by the outside world after he took off his hood.

As if he suddenly had some new feelings, Yu Yu happily called Oliver and asked him to pick him up after get off work and go straight to the rehearsal room. Then he completed the rehearsal of the solo part in one go with incredible efficiency.

"I thought you'd have to wait until the evening," Taylor said. She hadn't even finished her coffee when Yu Yu finished, "What are you going to do with those paparazzi who were lured in here?"

"It's okay, it's okay. They will disperse soon. I can't delay your date." Yu Yu said.

"Thanks for your concern, but he has a game today, so you finishing early means we can leave work early, that's all."

"That's perfect. I can drop your assistants off on the way home."

"? What bad idea are you up to? Didn't you just say that you would ask your agent to pick you up?" After knowing each other for so long, Taylor knew very well that Yu Yu was definitely not as honest as he seemed.

"Oh, I forgot I drove today. Never mind. Oliver is probably on the road now. Let him drive a little further to relax. He's been under a lot of work pressure lately."

Yu Yu said very considerately, but all she got was a roll of the eyes from Taylor.

Soon, Taylor understood what Yu Yu was trying to do.

He was very "kind" to bring along her two assistants, one male and one female, and casually said that the guitar and bass in Taylor's training room were very useful and he was going to borrow them from her for a few days. So, the assistants, who were carrying large and small bags, had to sit in the back seat with their two guitars.

Huh? Why not put the piano in the trunk? Because Yu Yu blinked her blue eyes and told them that the trunk was full. How could they have the nerve to ask to open the trunk to take a look when they were attacked by Meiyan at close range!

When driving the car out of the private warehouse, Yu Yu was unsurprisingly met a group of paparazzi outside the door. He rolled down the window and greeted them cordially, and mentioned that Query was still waiting inside for Oliver to pick him up, and he would go back to the hotel first and then meet up with him at the restaurant.

The paparazzi couldn't see the people sitting in the car clearly through the anti-peeping window glass, so they could only secretly look at the passengers in the back seat through the window that Yu Yu rolled down.

The two passengers were carrying a bunch of their assistant's belongings and a piano. Their faces were mostly covered and could not be seen clearly, but the lady was fat and definitely not Taylor. As for the man in the back seat of Yu Yu, it was even harder to see due to limited vision. All I could see was that he seemed to be wearing an anime T-shirt that only nerds would wear.

Those two people were most likely assistants. With so many things in their hands, they had to go back to the hotel first.

So most of the paparazzi chose to watch Yu Yu leave and continue to wait here.

Not long after, Taylor also left, but she was not as "friendly" as Yu Yu. She left directly after coming out of the garage. The paparazzi looked for a long time before they were barely sure that there was no one else in her car. Her departure also took away a small number of shameless paparazzi who wanted to see where she was going.

The people who stayed behind were all here for Query. It was a rare opportunity to meet them in private, and they wouldn't leave easily unless they got some good photos. I just don't know whether what Cyrus said just now, that Query wanted to stay and wait for news about Oliver, was true or not.

But soon, they no longer had to worry about being deceived by Yu Yu, because they saw Query's agent, Oliver, arrive at the practice room! Cyrus was a really good guy, kind and sincere, and he was really telling everyone the news!

The paparazzi praised Yu Yu while anxiously waiting for Oliver's car to come out. Logically speaking, he had only been in for less than two minutes, so he should have to wait another ten minutes to come out...

what?

Less than two minutes after driving the car in, Oliver drove the car out again. In such a short time, he probably didn't even park the car in the garage.

And when he came out, he was clearly the only one in his car!

"Are you waiting for Query? Don't wait, he left with Cyrus twenty minutes ago."

When Oliver saw the group of paparazzi outside, he knew that Yu Yu must be dishonest. It would be fine if this naughty kid just walked around with the paparazzi, but he even tricked his big bastard agent from far away to come for a walk. Is he some kind of modern cattle and horse pioneer?

The paparazzi were momentarily stunned. At that moment, they all recalled the two people in Yu Yu's back seat, wondering why they were carrying so many things, and the faceless man who looked quite tall... Maybe he was Query?!

The paparazzi who thought they had discovered the truth were immediately defeated.

What's the point of getting along with an honest guy? And what about that despicable, cunning, smiling tiger like Cyrus? On the surface, he looks like a perfect gentleman, but in reality, he's full of evil. Just like Query, he's not a good person! No wonder they can get along so well. These two are such scumbags in cahoots! They deceive and toy with other people's feelings!

At this moment, the paparazzi who had never watched the Fruit International Channel's fast-paced program and were unaware of Yu Yu's mischievous and unruly nature, and who simply looked at his face and mistakenly thought he was a "good guy", miraculously reached an unknown consensus with a director from the other side of the ocean whom they had never met.

After Yu Yu left, he discovered a paparazzi car following them. The other party was obviously a smart guy. He didn't want to compete with others for a position at the door of Taylor's rehearsal room. He chose to find another way to follow Yu Yu and try to take advantage of the opportunity.

If it was an ordinary artist, he might have really picked her up, but unfortunately he met Yu Yu, who had lived in dire straits since childhood and even chased a cheetah in the wilderness by driving. He had first-class anti-reconnaissance ability.

Yu Yu effortlessly turned and changed lanes several times to run the yellow light, leaving the other party in the busy traffic behind.

The next step is to send the passengers home.

Although Yu Yu brought Taylor's assistant with him to avoid the paparazzi, he couldn't just leave them on the roadside after getting rid of them. He did what he said and sent them back as agreed.

By the time Yu Yu came to his training room carrying two burritos bought on the roadside, Oliver had been waiting there for a long time with a wooden face.

"So what are you doing? Didn't we agree to start rehearsals tomorrow? Are you suddenly working so hard? That's not like you. Or is coming to the rehearsal room just a casual remark? Are you just using me to cover for you?"

"How could a serious and responsible singer-songwriter like me say such a thing casually?" Yu Yu handed Oliver a burrito. "Here, I bought this especially for you. You must have not eaten anything."

"Are you planning on making me stay up all night here with you? I'd rather not..."

"I've finished writing my new album."

"...I can't refuse this burrito. How can this be called staying up late? It's called having a full stomach so that you can use the limited time to accomplish more things. For example, send me your new album and I'll help you arrange the follow-up production."

"But the first 12 songs are in China Country, and I don't have any backup copies."

For a moment, Oliver wanted to smear the panting rubber fish with his burrito, but he restrained himself with the patience tempered by so many years of being honed by someone. "Okay, at least you finished writing 12 songs. What about the last one? You plan to put 13 songs on your new album? Hmm, I'm afraid that number is not very auspicious. Do you want to add or subtract one?"

The West is quite superstitious about many numbers, and 13 is one of them. Because at the Last Supper, Judas, the thirteenth participant, betrayed Jesus, many traditional and superstitious people now regard 13 as a symbol of ominousness and suffering.

But Yu Yu doesn't believe this. Moreover, he thinks this implication can be borrowed, just like last year's "DAY 3".

"It's okay, 13 is good. Most people don't care about these things now, and the meaning of 13 is also very suitable for this album. As for the last song, it's still in my mind." Yu Yu knocked his head.

"......?" Oliver suspected that Yu Yu was still teasing him, but from the look on his face he didn't seem to be joking.

"You don't understand, this song is very important, too important, even groundbreaking and challenging. It has always been in my body. I have tried every way to create it in the real world, but no matter how many times I try, I can't complete its original form."

Last year, when his inspiration was at its craziest, he locked himself in his house and wrote a lot of manuscript paper, but he still couldn't give it shape. If his brothers hadn't suddenly come to celebrate his birthday and interrupted his crazy rhythm, he might have locked himself up for more than a month.

But Oliver didn't understand Yu Yu's situation: "Can you elaborate?"

"Let me put it this way, I can finish writing the first 12 songs within a month, but I have been stuck on the last one, just this one, from last year to this year. This is so rare, and it makes me so embarrassed." Yu Yu changed his way of speaking and spoke quickly while chewing on a burrito.

His eyes sparkled, and he was clearly extremely excited. This was the first time Oliver had seen Yu Yu so excited about a piece of work. Sensing that something was amiss, Oliver made a joke to try to lighten the mood: "Why, so in the past, when you didn't write me a new song for years, it wasn't because you couldn't write it, but because you really wanted to delay it?"

"This is different."

"What's the difference?"

Yu Yu paused and gradually frowned, as if he had finally succeeded in restraining himself and avoiding being too involved and slipping into some kind of music maniac mode. He threw the paper bag of burrito that he had just finished eating in a few bites while talking into the trash can to calm his active mind.

"Anyway, I was struggling with how to find the balance for that song, struggling with how to control the degree of being too imaginative. That afternoon, I felt like I had it. Man, sometimes inspiration just doesn't make sense, but it still takes a few tries. So I came here with my head full of notes. Here, I have all the equipment I need."

"And then? Are you planning to stay up all night?" Oliver asked again.

"If necessary, yes."

Yu Yu's tone was so firm and resolute that Oliver couldn't come up with any reason to persuade her. His breathing stagnated slightly, and he sighed in compromise: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"...I want you to help me evaluate it."

"Evaluate your music? That's hard to do, you know I never quite find the tune."

"No, I don't need you to evaluate this song from a professional musical perspective, but you can help me assess whether it can be published, or in other words, what are the risks after publishing..."

Oliver was completely confused. "What on earth are you creating? Is it that serious?"

“I’m trying to kill countless past versions of myself with music.”