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In the first month of 2012, Leon sorted out all the industries under his banner and set the tone for the business direction of each enterprise for the first half of the year.
For the rest of the week, he spent most of his time busy producing the new album.
He brought in two top producers for All Falls Down. Besides his old partner Max, there was also David Guetta, whom he had collaborated with on Faded.
The past year had been dreamlike for David. In 2011, he was ranked No. 1 in the Top 100 DJs by DJ Mag. Following that, in January this year, he was nominated for Best International Male Solo Artist at the 32nd Brit Awards.
The increase in fame received obvious feedback here with Leon—this guy's price had tripled, and he didn't give an inch on producer copyright requirements.
But this didn't matter much to Leon. Anyway, the production fee was paid by Columbia Records. Since he was going to use a team, he might as well use the top one.
"Max and I have already hammered out the accompaniment. That anthem-like chorus part is truly a brilliant idea!" David complimented, but his eyes kept dodging.
In the past year, he had been very close to Cash Money Records and was appointed by Lil Wayne as Nicki Minaj's gold medal partner. The work Turn Me On launched by their cooperation achieved both word-of-mouth and sales success, and just received RIAA platinum certification.
"Which female singer do you plan to collaborate with on this song?" Max asked.
All Falls Down had once disappointed Leon. Aside from the song quality being a level lower than previous works, the key was that a large part of it was a female solo. Even if the male vocal part was deleted, it wouldn't affect the overall quality of the song much.
To not annoy fans, Leon modified the paragraph distribution in the original version so that the male vocal part wouldn't be completely drowned out.
"I'm still thinking about it too... do you have any suitable girls to recommend?"
Taylor, Ariana, and even Robbie were all very suitable as featured singers.
From a singing perspective, Taylor's voice full of girlishness was the most suitable, and achieving an effect surpassing the original version wouldn't be surprising.
From audience recognition, Robbie already had a hit electronic song with a similar style before, relying on which she toured music festivals around the world. Reaping a lot of goodwill and recognition, All Falls Down would be like tailor-made for her.
"I have a suitable candidate." David Guetta hesitated but still spoke his mind.
"Just don't say Nicki Minaj."
Leon tilted his head. He still hadn't figured out how that ugly black girl suppressed Cardi and sat firmly on the throne of "No. 1 female rapper."
"Of course not." David shook his head. "Bebe Rexha, have you heard this name?"
Leon thought for a few seconds, having no impression of this name, and said contemptuously, "Bebe? That sounds like the name of a streetwalker or a pet."
David laughed awkwardly twice. "Bebe's voice is very recognizable. She is currently the lead singer of the Black Cards band. This band is very famous for performances in New York bars. By the way, Bebe is an authentic Brooklyn girl."
A series of flattery didn't attract Leon's attention. Third-rate bands like this were everywhere in New York.
Many people work in the music industry, but the probability of becoming a "star" is lower than winning the lottery. For most singers, having one work that people can name is already considered a success.
On the contrary, the point of "from Brooklyn" interested Leon a bit.
On the surface, Jay-Z was still the King of Brooklyn, but there was only an empty throne left under his butt.
Bloomberg asked Leon to contribute more to the New York entertainment industry, so signing a few local singers was necessary.
"I'm willing to give her an audition opportunity..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone jumped out to object.
Max looked at David with doubtful eyes. "Man, I've seen that girl's live performance. She indeed has a good voice, but are you sure that husky voice fits this song? Is there something between you two..."
He swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue—Are you and that girl having an affair?
"The defects of the voice can be made up by tuning; this is a small problem," Leon said casually.
"You should go listen to that girl live. Her high-pitched and grainy voice sounds like she smokes at least three packs of cigarettes a day..." Max still insisted on his view.
As a gold medal producer, he had his own artistic pursuit and would never allow errors in works. He didn't want to damage his reputation and lose dollars.
"Alright, then what ideas do you have?"
"No one fits this work better than Taylor." Max stood up, gesturing with his hands. "Her voice is extremely recognizable, pure, tense, and extremely girlish, simply tailor-made for this work."
"Taking a step back... do you think there is a choice with higher heat than Taylor?"
"The eyes of the whole world are led by every move of you couple. Many people praise you as the Mr. & Mrs. Smith of the music industry~"
The more Leon listened, the more he felt this was the most reasonable suggestion. Once the two got married, they would be the veritable Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
Promoting a newcomer is a long-term investment; choosing Taylor would make big money immediately.
Before long, Leon made a decision, choosing the way with the most traffic.
He comforted the disappointed David and said, "Push that girl's contact information to me. I'm very interested in Brooklyn girls. Maybe I'll give her a chance in the future."
After the recording details of All Falls Down were explained, Leon didn't stay in the office. He went to chat with Taylor about the cooperation idea immediately.
"I'm back, baby."
Leon took off his Yeezys; the living room was empty.
After wandering around, he came to the master bedroom on the second floor. Taylor was sitting by the bed, wiping a photo frame in her hand.
"Honey?"
Leon originally thought it was a photo of the two of them. The other party had jokingly said she wanted to fill every corner of the house with their sweet photos.
Until he saw clearly the dark face in the photo, his jaw almost dropped.
The black person in the photo was Kanye!
"You're back, honey~" Taylor threw the photo frame aside, hooked his neck, and pecked him lightly.
"WTH... Why are you holding this ngga's photo?"
Leon's head was full of question marks. This scene made it hard for him not to think of the plot of Brazzers movies.
"You mean this?" Taylor grabbed the photo frame and displayed it, explaining, "This is the photo taken when Kanye humiliated me on the spot at the 2009 MTV Awards."
"So you framed this photo to motivate yourself?" Hearing this, Leon finally figured out the whole story.
"Mhm!" Taylor nodded vigorously with a serious face. " This is to motivate me never to forget that scene."
"Alright." Leon tilted his head, speechless.
He always knew Taylor was a woman who held grudges easily. This was also why even a shameless person like him restrained himself a lot after dating her.
Taylor grabbing her hair, smashing things hysterically like a mad lioness... just thinking about this scene gave him a headache.
She wrote a song Innocent in her previous album Speak Now to put a full stop to the microphone-snatching incident.
In the lyrics, she was as kind as an angel, not only magnanimously forgiving Kanye but also gently persuading him not to feel guilty.
Now it seems all this was just an illusion.
"Do you think I'm very petty? I tried to forget about this, but found I couldn't do it at all." Taylor sighed lightly, wiping the photo frame.
"No, you did absolutely right."
"What?"
"Why forgive those guys who hurt you?" Leon spread his hands. "Treating such a guy, you should make him pay the same price! I think you are already very magnanimous, at least you didn't slap that ngga at some award ceremony."
"You are simply kind to a heinous degree..."
Taylor was PUA-ed round and round, her face quickly turning from cloudy to sunny. Hooking Leon's neck, her eyes were full of admiration.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Leon stared at Kanye's black head, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
"Of course!"
"Put this photo away, or put it in some corner, whatever is fine." Leon said, "I don't want to see this ngga's face in the bedroom. Do you want a black man staring at us when we are intimate?"
"Leon!!" Taylor blushed and gave him a pink fist punch, a curse word almost blurting out.
Leon got up and casually threw the photo into the bathroom of the guest room next door.
Returning to the master bedroom, he sat on the bed, putting his arm around Taylor's shoulder. "Forget that damn ngga. Let's talk about something serious. I wrote a new song, a new song tailor-made for you."
"Really?"
"Of course. When I wrote this song, my mind was full of you..." Leon shook her body gently. "You'll know after reading the lyrics. You are the toughest girl I've ever seen, indestructible like Wonder Woman..."
The unreliable fancy flattery had the opposite effect; Taylor rolled her eyes slightly.
But the moment she saw the lyrics, she agreed with those words just now.
When it all falls down, when it all falls down
I'll be fine
These lyrics were a true portrayal of her heart.
Leon turned on his phone and played the accompaniment tape. The dynamic, relaxed, and cheerful melody caught Taylor's ears at once.
"Your voice fits this song very well. Britney is in the past tense; now no one represents 'America's Sweetheart' better than you."
Taylor first enjoyed the praise with a proud face, but soon realized something was wrong. "When you were interviewed on MTV last week, you evaluated Ariana the same way. How many sweethearts do you exactly have?"
"That's different..."
"How is it different?"
Leon didn't know how to answer, swallowing the death-wish answer "sizes are different" into his stomach.
The lyrics and melody were impeccable to Taylor, and electronic music had always been a creative direction she was exploring.
She agreed to the cooperation offer almost without consideration. "Thank you for doing so much for me, honey. If you encounter a bottleneck, you must tell me. Don't think asking a lady for help is a shameful thing..."
The ambiguous atmosphere became thicker and thicker. The dazzling sun was still hanging outside the window, but the hormonal impulse of the two could no longer be restrained.
They held a brief "meeting" before the sun set.