The Carpenters' family lives in a living area. The building area of ​​the house is 240 square meters, which does not include the garage and the back garden. The house has two floors in total. The first floor is the kitchen and living room, the bedroom is on the second floor, and then it is the attic.

This house was bought after Richard was born. Most of the money was earned by Alex's performance. Otherwise, if Bart's salary would be to support a family of five, he would not be able to buy such a good house. Now Alex and Richard are practicing music and compose music in the attic.

There is a bed next to the window in the attic, and next to it is a small round table.

At this time, Alex was sitting on the bed, holding a guitar and singing softly. Richard leaned against the table and quickly recorded the song Alex sang.

"Ding ding dong dong!" After the last few notes, Alex stopped and took a breath.

"It's so wonderful!" Richard kept writing the pen in his hand, praising him: "Alex, your song is very nice! I really like it!"

Indeed, Alex has "created" five or six songs from later generations in the past few days. Considering that the two of them are too young, the songs he has taken out are all sung in line with the children's identities.

"Hey, Alex..." Richard suddenly took out a stack of music scores and handed them over, "Can you play and sing these?"

Alex took it and saw that these were all songs that Richard wrote these days with the rest of his time. He asked in surprise: "Are these new written by you?"

"Yeah!" Richard nodded and said, "I was inspired by your songs! In order not to forget them, I wrote them all down!"

"All of them?" Alex was really incredible!

"All it is!" Richard answered affirmatively, and then repeated: "All it is! Of course, there are still many inspirations that have not been written down, but that is not enough time."

Alex lowered his head and hummed in a low voice at the score.

These songs are obviously influenced by the songs "created" by Alex, and they still retain the style of most of the current songs. Unexpectedly, these songs are good if they are slightly modified.

He looked at his brother Richard, and his heart was really rushing by tens of thousands of elephants: "This is the real genius!"

The song they were preparing to offer to their mother was so skillful that they couldn't be more familiar with it. Now they are waiting for news from Bart. Since Bart left, there has been no news for several days, and I don't know how things are going.

Angel didn't care about Bart's affairs, and she didn't ask her sons for it. But Alex was a little worried, and he was afraid Bart's affairs would not go well.

In Alex's eyes, his plan should not be difficult. Just find a company that is willing to burn records for private records, and after recording the song, it will be played on the radio. If he is older, he thinks he can do it himself and he will not waste any time.

Just as Alex was guessing what happened to Bart, Bart came back. He came back with good news.

"Pack up your stuff and we'll go to New York!" Bart said loudly to Alex and the others.

New York! This is the economic center of the United States! It is also the entertainment center of the United States. The big record companies of this era have offices in New York. If they don’t open a record company in New York, they will almost be unsuccessful.

Alex has never been to New York. After he was reborn, he has been following Bart and has not yet come to travel alone. Not to mention Richard, his impression of New York is only heard of.

Richard jumped to Bart and shouted happily: "We are going to New York! New York! New York!"

Bart put his index finger on his lips and made a silence. Everyone knew what he meant, and he didn't want Angel to know their true purpose of going to New York.

They told Angel that Bart contacted a nightclub and needed to go out for performances. The distance was relatively long and it might take several days. In this way, they quietly got into a broken car and drove towards New York City.

Chicago is not very far from New York, and it takes about 2 hours to fly. However, they take at least 4 or 5 hours to ride a car.

Along the way, Alex looked quietly at the scenery outside the window. The people and buildings of this era gave him a strange feeling, as if he walked into a distant picture, which was blurred at first, but became clearer later. In the end, he slowly integrated into this picture.

In the 1950s, New York was already a super city in the world, with tall buildings standing tall and cars coming and going. It gave people the feeling of being a very busy city, where everyone was only concerned about walking and never stopped to watch the surrounding scenery.

The car stopped in front of an old yellow building and Richard couldn't wait to jump down.

"Ahem! The air in New York is so bad!"

As soon as Richard's feet landed on the ground, he quickly covered his nose with his hands, and a bad smell hit his nostrils. He couldn't help coughing and almost choked.

But Alex seemed to have returned to the big city he used to stay in. The smell of car exhaust smelled so bad at all times.

He patted Richard on the back and said comfortingly: "It won't be so uncomfortable to get inside."

This was the location of a small record company's recording studio, and no one came out to greet them. Bart had to take the Carpenter brothers, carry the instruments he brought, and walk upstairs to find the people involved.

Bart found this company through a friend's introduction. He could have also recorded records elsewhere. Those companies had a business to record records for private records, but those recorded were very bad, and only at amateur level. He didn't want to record such records. If you want to record, you can record good and professional records.

His friend is a cashier in this company and also works in front desk and personnel. He is a black girl.

Although this record company is small, it has complete recording equipment and looks pretty good. The one who recorded them was a white man with messy hair, whose name was Rudy.

Rudy was particularly addicted to smoking. She kept holding a cigarette in her mouth, sucking one after another. He nodded to Bati, indicating that he already knew what they were going to do. However, he was soon attracted by the age of the Carpenter brothers. He was a little suspicious of the abilities of these two children.

"Hey, little brat! You guys want to record a record, right?" As Rudy spoke, the cigarette on her mouth swayed up and down, and a lot of ashes fell.

Alex frowned and said in disgust: "Yes!"

Richard looked around and exclaimed, "Where is the accompaniment person? Why is there no one accompaniment?"

When recording in this era, single track recording was still used, and it was not as convenient as using a computer to perform multi-track recording later. When recording a record, it was necessary to record it at one time. If there were songs played at the same time, the entire band had to enter the recording studio.

"Do you want accompaniment?" Rudy thought that these two children were just playing games and didn't have to be so professional, but she didn't expect that she would ask for someone to accompaniment as soon as she got up.

"Of course, if our songs lack accompaniment, that's absolutely not possible! Didn't you say there are professional accompaniment bands to choose from? Where are they?" Bart decisively asked Rudy to provide band accompaniment services.

Rudy scratched her messy hair and thought for a while and said, "Okay, but in this case, your expenses will be more than $100 a day, and you have to be $200."

This recording price is 10 times more expensive than the amateur-level record outside! However, Bart thinks the money is worth it.

Ordinary people may only cost $10 when recording records in that kind of recording studio. Most records in this era are sold at around $2, which means that it costs more than 5 times the price to burn your own records in the studio. If you need an accompaniment band, the price will double.

"That's so expensive...this..."

Alex, who was beside him, originally wanted to suppress the fee, but was interrupted before he could say it.

"No problem!" Bart agreed generously to Rudy's price.

"As long as this time I can succeed, I can earn this money at any time!" Bart thought to himself.

$200 is not a small amount of money in this era. When Bart used to work in a car factory, he had to work for two months to get so much money.

Fortunately, the "Carpenter Brothers" are very popular in taverns. They often get tips when performing, plus the money given by the tavern owner, and their income is quite large.

"But if the level is not good, we have to replace people." Alex said immediately.

"It's okay, I have several bands to choose from. Why don't you listen to their samples first and then think that band is needed to accompany the music!" Rudy answered without any mind. How could the record company not have any resources?

They listened to several records of the bands' past accompaniment, discussed it for a little while, and finally decided to choose one of the bands to make the accompaniment.

Rudy quickly called the band to come, but unexpectedly, the band was all black.

There are four people in this black band, leading a black uncle in his fifties, two young men, and a child who looks only fifteen years old.

After seeing this combination, they wondered if Rudy had made a mistake. The band they chose was of good quality, at least it didn't look like it could be played by such a rabble.

Before they could say the suspicious words in their hearts, Rudy noticed an abnormality in their eyes.

"Gentlemen, let's listen first!" Rudy waved her hand and said to the black band.

The leading uncle Black took out the instrument on his back without saying a word. It was a saxophone, which looked quite old, but the sound was very strong.

Under the leadership of Uncle Hei, the other three also showed their own unique "weapons".

The two young men, one of whom was using an accordion and the other was a cello. As for the fifteen-year-old child, they took out a harmonica.

As the saying goes, experts will know if there is any.

This black band, which looks like a rabble, actually cooperates very well. More importantly, their accompaniment has a sense of being one.

"Good, come in!" Bart had to interrupt their perfect performance, because the rental time of the recording studio started after they came in. If you don't want to waste time and money, it's better to start recording immediately.
Chapter completed!