I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 616 - 394: Writing Love Songs is Also Difficult_2

Chapter 616: Chapter 394: Writing Love Songs is Also Difficult_2

Harrison Clark nodded, “Yes. But your singing method and music structure are more complex than the simple chord progression used by others. You can create a chord combination with your unique personal style in almost every song. So in the future, your songs will have a flavor that is both popular and classical.”

Carrie Thomas’s face turned slightly red, “That’s praising me too high. The broad definition of classical music is having timeless universality, eternal artistic value, and the highest achievements in the field of music within a certain period. Classical music has to serve as a model in its time and still possess great guiding significance and appreciation value in future generations. Only then can it be called classical music.”

Harrison Clark spread his hands, “Isn’t that what your works are all about?”

Carrie Thomas’s face turned even redder.

Although she already knew some future events from Harrison Clark’s mouth, and she was very clear that her songs were indeed extraordinary, she still felt weird and uncomfortable.

“Forget it, don’t change the subject.”

“Uh huh.”

“When I completed Morning Wind and tried to recreate it, I was dominated by a sense of responsibility because I knew about the future and deliberately limited my creative space, focusing on creating more inspirational material. But I’ve already reached the limit in this genre, and this is akin to self-repetition, so my output has declined.”

Harrison Clark contemplated this for a moment, “Yes, after all, many of your previous songs were of a similar type.”

“Before, I could guarantee output because my approach to composition was more free and unrestrained. If I got tired of one direction, I would immediately switch to another, like love songs. But this time, I haven’t written a love song again. I think this has to do with you having brought back too many of this genre and your obvious disinterest in it.”

Harrison Clark laughed awkwardly.

She really got it right, that’s how it was.

“So, I deliberately suppressed my inspiration in love songs, right? This ultimately led to a sharp decline in output, and even the number of other narrative and descriptive works declined.”

Harrison Clark recalled the analysis of historians from the future, and honestly admitted, “Mhm.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. These are all choices I’ve made myself, and they haven’t happened to me yet, so you don’t need to take any responsibility.”

Harrison Clark thought for a moment, “I think love songs should still be written.”

This time, he had hoped that Carrie Thomas would write a few more love songs, so he quickly took the opportunity to briefly explain the bizarre marriage views of the 31st century in the previous timeline.

Carrie Thomas pondered the implications, “Such a combination may be efficient, but it’s missing the dependency between people, making it easier to give up when facing a desperate situation?”

“Yes.”

“Then I have to think about it seriously.”

“Right, right.”

“But don’t have too much hope, as forcing myself to do something doesn’t mean I’ll be good at it. Writing songs should be done when inspiration strikes. Otherwise, the songs I force myself to write are just transient hits with little significance.”

In terms of composition, Harrison Clark had a lot to say before ordinary people, but before Carrie Thomas, he didn’t have much confidence, and he could only agree with her.

Harrison Clark replied, “So you should still focus on Morning Wind first, and other things can be left to chance, taking a more laid-back approach.”

“Mhm, I’ll try to explore more creative ideas in other aspects, create more instrumental music, or try symphonies or individual instrumental music. I’ll try everything, maybe it will inspire more ideas.”

Harrison Clark continued to nod, “Mhm, as long as you can learn, you can try.”

Putting down her chopsticks, Carrie Thomas said, “Now let’s talk about us. Try not to mention specific times; I just want to know the general direction.”

Harrison Clark began to use a sketchy technique to tell her stories, the general idea was that they were very happy, he didn’t go bankrupt, they continued to accompany each other for a hundred years, and they were very happy.

For most of the time, Harrison Clark ate and talked, while Carrie Thomas, who had already eaten her fill, listened happily, her smiling eyes constantly on him.

Unconsciously, it was already late, and Harrison Clark finally talked about Carrie Thomas’s last words before her death.

“You said back then, ‘You’re really lucky. We were together in this life, and we’ll be together in the next. You attended more funerals than ordinary people, but you were also happier. When you come back next time, tell me more about our story. I also want to experience this happiness.'”

Carrie Thomas covered her mouth and laughed, indicating disbelief, “I wouldn’t say something so cheesy.”

Although she argued, the laughter on her face grew richer.

It was just a romance, but it could span several lifetimes of different stories.

Was there a more romantic life in the world?

Harrison Clark knew she was just being stubborn, and shrugged, “Your denial is invalid; all the historical records say so.”

“That’s just people fabricating and beautifying my image; I don’t believe it anyway.” Carrie Thomas sat back proudly with a defiant expression.

Harrison Clark spread his hands, “Alright, I can’t do anything if you don’t believe me. Say what you want.”

Carrie Thomas pinched her chin with her fingers, murmuring, “Let me think about it. I have to think about what I should say at that time. This time, I must have my lines well-prepared, as they’ll go down in history. It has to be grand and classy.”