They ended up being a bit late to pick up Tyler, but fortunately, Tyler was a good child and didn’t show any displeasure.
**
Yesterday, they had agreed to take Phoenix to the studio, so Thelma got up early to contact her. She personally drove to pick up Phoenix and set off for the New District. On the way, Thelma had already explained the situation to her.
“So, you mean to say that there are no other employees in your studio right now, just the two of us?”
Thelma nodded.
Then Phoenix squinted her eyes and looked Thelma up and down, “I’m not being scammed, am I?”
Thelma: “…”
Why does she think I’m a scammer? Thelma felt a bit annoyed and retorted, “Have you ever seen such a cute scammer?”
Phoenix: “…”
It was unclear what nerve Thelma had struck, but the usually aloof and serious Phoenix suddenly burst into laughter.
Thelma was baffled by her laughter; she was also surprised to find that this so-called temperamental and serious genius could laugh so freely.
When they arrived at the bottom of the studio, the security guard in charge saw Thelma and jogged over to her, saying, “Mrs. Sam, there’s a girl looking for you. I don’t know your contact information or how to reach you. She’s been here for several days, just in the duty room.”
Last time Sam Noah brought Thelma here, the security guard recognized her, but Thelma found it strange. Who could be looking for her? And how did they find this place?
Following the security guard to the duty room, she saw a girl dressed in all black with long hair lying on a bench, which was quite hard.
The security guard went over and tapped her shoulder. She slowly sat up, just waking up, her gaze still a bit dazed. However, as soon as she sat up, Thelma recognized her.
It was the girl she had seen in Maplewick, whose singing had amazed her. She had wanted to invite her to her studio, but she thought she was a scammer and had refused.
The girl also recognized Thelma. With the same expressionless face as before, she said, “Looks like you didn’t scam me. Does what you said back then still count?”
Thelma was currently troubled by not being able to find a good singer to collaborate with, so her appearance was like a timely gift. Thelma hurriedly replied: “It counts, of course it does.”
“Can you make me famous?”
Without thinking much, Thelma nodded firmly, “Yes!”
Thelma briefly got to know the girl, learning her name was Mira, which was a very beautiful name.
Then Thelma introduced Mira to Phoenix.
“This is Phoenix, a big shot in the arranging world. Any piece she arranges is guaranteed to be top-notch, so you don’t have to worry about becoming famous with her around.” Thelma then introduced Phoenix, “This is the singer I plan to sign, Mira. Although she doesn’t have much fame, her singing ability is exceptional, definitely on par with first-rate singers today.”
Phoenix looked Mira up and down, probably shocked by her non-mainstream punk style mixed with ancient elements. She frowned, “She looks a bit like a wandering singer? Nowadays, many wandering singers can’t sing well, but they are great at spinning stories. You say she’s exceptional, but perhaps we have different understandings of what ‘exceptional’ means.”
Thelma knew Phoenix was a sharp-tongued person, but saying this on their first meeting didn’t seem quite right. Just as she was about to smooth things over, she heard Mira say, “Nowadays, many who call themselves geniuses can only talk big, while some truly talented people are marginalized and end up on the streets. This world is often so ridiculous; clowns are in the halls, while Bosss are among the common folk.”
Thelma: “…”
What’s going on? She initially thought Phoenix was hard to get along with, but it turned out this little girl also had a big temper. No matter who you are, if you dare to confront me, I’ll confront you back.
Thelma felt a bit of a headache; the atmosphere was so tense on their first meeting. How would they collaborate in the future?
“How about this? Since we’ll be working together in the future, we should at least have some basic trust. Let’s each showcase our abilities, so we can convince each other, how about that?”
Phoenix shrugged, her expression saying she was indifferent, while Mira said expressionlessly, “Whatever.”
Thelma then brought the two to the studio. She took a piece of white paper and casually wrote a segment of music. After Phoenix looked it over, she couldn’t help but glance at Thelma in surprise, “You’ve got some skills!”
