Victor felt that everything had changed before his eyes.

Every rhythm is like a player running on the green field. The sweat on his forehead is intertwined into this piece of music, and the strong drum beats and exciting drum and horn sounds are the heroic posture of the players shooting.

I don’t know why, in the various scenes that are passing quickly before my eyes.

Victor felt that there was a shadow blocking his eyes, and this huge shadow was a stage.

At the highest and most central place on the stage, stood An Ran's tall figure. He raised his hands, and the whole audience danced with him.

In a daze, Victor seemed to have become a spectator on the stage.

Nodding to the rhythm, and then twisting the limbs involuntarily, every cell in the body seems to be shouting and cheering to the rhythm.

As if people were present at the scene, huge sound waves erupted from the speakers.

Every drum beat was a poison that made people want to move. Victor stood up, biting his lower lip and twisting to the rhythm.

It would be fine if he listened casually, but the bad thing is still there. He had to listen carefully, listen attentively, and slap An Ran in the face with the facts.

As a result, I couldn’t handle it now.

The songs seemed to have magic power. He was originally a music fanatic, and he was even more obsessed with music than his wife.

In his own words, "Music is his lover"!

The more such a person is, the easier it is to become addicted.

The emotions of this song are so explosive that they can ignite the volcano in your heart in an instant.

Victor is already over fifty, and he always feels that he is no longer young and has long lost his youthful passion and impulse.

But this song made him suddenly realize... that he was still very young.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

But Victor, who was wearing headphones, was fully immersed in it, and the sound got louder and louder, and he could hear someone knocking on the door outside.

The knock on the door rang several times in succession.

Finally, the door was pushed open, and the secretary looked into the room nervously.

After all, Mr. Victor is not young anymore. If there is any emergency, there is no way to know, and she is sure that Mr. Victor is always in the office.

But as soon as the door opened, the secretary holding the folder saw Victor standing in front of the computer, twisting his body happily.

His hands were swaying left and right in the air, and he was mumbling with a smile on his lips.

The secretary was immediately dumbfounded.

Behind her can be followed by more than a dozen people, all of whom are Victor's clients and have different purposes for finding him.

Seeing Victor being so gloomy, a young man in his thirties said: "Mr. Victor has a very good body. The way he twists his hips is very exaggerated, which shows that he is in good health."

"Haha, are Mr. Victor looking for inspiration?" Another person asked.

The secretary's face was full of embarrassment, and he was worried that he had no excuse. As soon as this person said this, the secretary immediately got off the ground.

"Yes, Mr. Black, you know that geniuses are always a little different, and the same goes for Mr. Victor. Occasionally, small hobbies and quirks are understandable, especially when thinking about problems or looking for inspiration, Victor

Mr. Duo likes to have a session..."

The secretary said as he glanced hard at Mr. Victor who was unconscious. He was dancing so ugly...

Another fat man smiled "haha", "But Mr. Victor's dancing... is really a bit unexpected."

You must know that Victor is a famous musician at the master level in Xizhou, and his sense of music is unique.

But this dance is really hard to describe.

Just know how to sway left and right, and put your arms in the air to pull left and right.

It looks like a drowning person flopping around in the water.

In the secretary's mind, ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past. You are so fat, and you can dance? Are you talking about others?

But as Mr. Victor’s secret technique, he complained in his heart, and still said with a professional smile on his face: “This is just Victor’s way of relieving stress. You know that in this business, there is a lot of pressure, so

Most of the time, Mr. Victor doesn’t pay attention to posture or what movements to use. He just needs to release it. This is the most primitive and essential ability of music..."

Everyone nodded.

Extraordinary people do extraordinary things...

Understandable.

At this moment, after the song in the headphones ended with Enron's coda, the passionate horn sounded again, and then the final ending was made.

"Oh my God, my God, my God..." Victor's fingers trembled with excitement, and only then did he wake up from the music.

There is simply no song more suitable for the World Cup than this song.

No matter from the music style to the singing, it has extremely strong heat and the effect of rendering the atmosphere is first-class.

From the moment he got into it to the time he finished listening to it, the strong rhythm of the song was always playing in his mind.

As soon as the coda ended, he felt that this song was the perfect choice for the World Cup theme song.

Victor sighed.

Suddenly I feel a little disappointed, I can't write this kind of song no matter what.

That kind of frustration quickly spread and occupied my heart.

Victor sighed, took off his headphones, and turned his head to see a large group of people following his secretary, looking at him.

Everyone looked at him with different eyes, some were curious, some were confused, some were calm, some were understanding...

Victor's face changed slightly, "When did you come in!"

Before the secretary finished speaking, the fat man immediately waved his hands on his head twice, "I came in when you were looking for inspiration..."

Damn it!

Victor's face became horrified, so you all saw what I was doing to myself just now?

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

The secretary quickly said: "Mr. Victor, do you want to change to the conference room?"

"Yes, yes, let's go to the conference room. There are so many people, haha... It's not convenient for me here."

Okay, everyone nods together.

In an instant, Victor was the only one left in the office.

He wiped the sweat from his bald forehead, picked up the phone and thought for a while before sending a message to Catherine.

"I'm convinced!"

"Am I convinced?"

Catherine was surprised when she saw his message. What does it mean?

Does this sound like I’m giving up?

Because she just uploaded her song.

And she was so confident and bratty that she noted on the song "the best choice for the World Cup theme song". She planned it much earlier than Victor.

Preparations for the World Cup theme song collection began as early as a year ago. After writing it, it took a full year to craft it.

She felt that there would be no better choice than her song.

Victor's surrender...seems to be excusable!

Catherine was in a good mood, and suddenly remembered that her song had just been uploaded, and this guy was convinced after listening to only a few words?

Still quite self-aware.

In a happy mood, she opened the website to collect songs, and her eyes suddenly focused...
Chapter completed!