Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 152: Video

The video shoot took place in a boxing ring, where the lighting was dim and murky.

From a distance, one could hear a thudding sound, like a heartbeat pulsing.

The cara slowly zood in on a tall man with a bare, muscular back, ceaselessly pounding a punching bag with great force and agile movents, rhythmically throwing punch after punch.

Even those who knew nothing about boxing would find the sight srizing.

"Link, we’re starting."

Soone called from behind the cara.

The man in front of the punching bag stopped and turned around; it was Link, with his refined short hair, chiseled cheeks, and eyes like the deep blue sky, faintly sparkling.

Link wiped the sweat from his brow and looked into the cara, asking:

"Everyone ready?"

"OK!"

Then, strains of violin and piano accompanint filled the air of the boxing ring.

The cara slowly panned to the left training area, where a band was playing.

I rembered black skies, the lightning all around

I rember the black skies, the lightning filling them

I rembered each flash as ti began to blur

I recall every flash as ti seed to blur

Like a startling sign that fate had finally found

Link stood in front of the microphone, his deep voice resonating as he began to sing.

His voice was powerful, full of sincere emotion with a hint of raspy texture, incredibly moving. Listening to his song ignited a fiery passion within the listener; indeed, one of the reasons his debut song "The Fighter" was such a hit.

Following a somber narrative, the song gradually crescendoed to an exalted climax.

And your voice was all I heard

All I could hear was your voice

That I get what I deserve

That I’ve got what I deserved

So give reason to prove wrong, to wash this mory clean

As Link stood under the dim lights, his fists clenched tightly, muscles throughout his body tensed up.

His voice, as robust as his muscles, was filled with tenacity and power, capable of reaching deep into one’s heart.

Hearing his song made one involuntarily tense up, wanting to shout out loud alongside him.

Taylor watched Link roar in anger, his expression so vastly different from his usual calm smile, and she felt a stirring within her.

Having seen Link seemingly unconcerned over the past few days, she hadn’t taken the matter to heart. Now, she thought that Link might have been feigning nonchalance, not wanting her to worry, while he grappled with the pressure alone.

With these thoughts in mind, Taylor felt a warmth in her eyes and her vision began to blur.

Give reason to fill this hole, connect the space between

Give a reason, to fill this gap, to bridge this broken path

Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies

Let this effort be enough to uncover the truth beneath

Across this new divide

Across this new rift

Across this new divide

Across this new rift

Across this new divide

Across this new rift

As Link repeatedly chanted, the screen gradually faded to black, and his tall, strong silhouette disappeared. The music ended, and the video was over.

"That song was amazing."

"Link sang so well."

People on the balcony couldn’t help but clap and cheer, and among them, easily moved girls like Blake Lively and Emma Roberts had tear-filled eyes.

"Your boyfriend is incredible!"

Christine said to Taylor, sucking on a lollipop.

Taylor blinked her wet lashes, wanting both to laugh and to cry. She looked up at the sky, suddenly eager to see Link.

"I’m going to head back now, let’s hang out another ti."

Taylor greeted everyone before picking up her purse and leaving the balcony.

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"Taylor, tell Link we’re behind him!"

The girls on the balcony watched her leave, then continued to chat and drink coffee.

"Hey, did you guys notice that Taylor’s butt looks perkier?"

Katie Perry gestured with her hands and laughed, "Seeing her butt, I can guess what positions Link prefers. Want to bet on it?"

"....."

Blake Lively, Emma, and a few others exchanged glances. Why was the conversation turning to such topics again?

"What position?"

Christine asked.

Hearing her talk, the girls all turned their attention to her. Seeing her still with her cool indifferent face, seemingly unconcerned about everything, irked them even more. They sward over her and pinned her down on the sofa.

I rember black skies, the lightning all around

I recall the skies filled with darkness, lightning flashing everywhere

I rember each flash as ti began to blur

I recall each mont, with the years fleeting by in a haze

"Hey, whose song is this? It sounds pretty good."

In New York, as Lady Gaga stepped out of the recording studio, she saw her assistant playing with a laptop on the couch and curiously asked.

"It’s Link’s new song, it’s been on YouTube for just three hours and the views have already surpassed a million."

The assistant turned the laptop screen around.

"Link’s?"

Lady Gaga imdiately sat down to take a look, it was from Link’s channel that had released "Despacito"; his previous video had already exceeded 11 million views, and the current one playing was his second video, "Give reason."

After the video started, there was a caption about Link’s recent experiences, being attacked and criticised, being pressured to apologize. Link wanted all who criticized him to give him a reason.

Lady Gaga had heard about Link’s situation and sighed, then replayed the video.

She then saw a well-built man, and her eyes lit up. Link’s physique was spectacular, very sexy—she would watch such a video dozens of tis even without any singing.

But when Link started to sing, her attention was instantly captivated by his voice. Link’s voice was clean and powerful, distinctive among the raspy and faint voices in the music industry.

In this song, his voice had a rougher texture and more struggle, more power, and richer emotions, very compelling.

Lady Gaga listened on repeat three tis, then opened Twitter, hit retweet, and highly recomnded it.

As Link had recently been a hot topic, his own popularity was also sky-high.

After he opened a Twitter account, in less than half a day, his followers went from 0 to 1 million, becoming one of the fastest celebrities since Twitter launched in ’06 to breach the million mark, and also one of the celebrities with the most Twitter followers at that ti.

And his new song "Give Reason" also skyrocketed in YouTube views; by six in the evening, the video’s view count officially broke five million.

The reason it was so popular was not just because the song was of high quality and Link’s performance was impressive, but also due to the forwarding and recomndations by nurous celebrities.

Including popular singers Taylor, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Hollywood starlets like Christine Stewart, Blake Lively, Emma Roberts, Paul Walker, Joaquin Phoenix, Emma Watson, Latin queen Shakira, Amber Heard, and more.

With these major stars banding together to promote the song, it spread like a virus, quickly across different sectors and into every corner of Arica.

Like a startling sign that fate had finally found

This ominous sign erged, fate inescapable

And your voice was all I heard

All I could hear was you speaking

That I get what I deserve

Just past four in the afternoon, "Transforrs 2" assistant director Jeff Gunning staggered into the Los Angeles subway, found an empty seat, and sat down.

Inside the subway car, there were many hip-hop youngsters, listening to music, dancing, laughing, and horsing around.

The car was in chaos, just like his mind.

Things hadn’t been going well at work recently.

Last month, after filming finished, it officially entered post-production, which included editing, dubbing, scoring, rendering, etc. He was primarily responsible for finding the right songs and main the, as well as scoring for the film.

While progress on the scores and songs went smoothly, and most were already complete, choosing the main the was proving to be extrely troubleso.

He had found three famous musicians to write the main the for the film, but after more than a month, they hadn’t managed to produce a suitable song, either Michael Bay the director was dissatisfied, or the producer Ian Bryce thought it inappropriate.

As the film’s release date approached, the main the was not yet settled, giving him, the assistant director responsible for music, imnse pressure, causing him anxiety and insomnia for several nights in a row.

Sigh!

Jeff sighed, pulled out a business card and looked at it. It was given by a colleague and had the contact information for Guns N’ Roses.

Guns N’ Roses was one of the famous hard rock bands, and the mbers had good songwriting abilities, he hoped that this ti they could help.

"This song is aweso, I highly recomnd you listen to it."

"What song?"

"Give a reason!"

In a corner, several young n and won were chatting together with their phone’s speaker on, creating a ruckus.

Jeff glanced at them, shook his head helplessly, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

So give reason to prove wrong, to wash this mory clean

Then give a reason, to prove my wrongs, to cleanse these mories

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes

Suddenly a fierce voice ca from the phone nearby, Jeff’s eyes snapped open, and his mind instantly cleared. He frowned and quietly listened for a few seconds, as he listened, his heart beat faster—this voice was so compelling.

"This is the the song I’ve been looking for!"

Jeff shouted in his mind.

"Hey buddy, what song is this?"

Jeff called out to the young man.

"Link’s new song, ’Give Reason’, it’s on YouTube."

The gum-chewing youth shook his phone screen, which showed Link singing in a boxing gym.

Jeff took a quick glance, then hastily took out his phone, clicked on Link’s video, listened to it seven tis over, and after listening, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sent the video link to director Michael Bay.

"Director, this song is fantastic, I suggest we use it for the main the."

He was sure director Michael Bay would be satisfied.