The surrounding places are often scrutinized, their potential questioned. When it comes to soundtracks, one must consider the intricate and strategic process that involves artistic, commercial, and technical factors. They define the tone—dramatic, dark, comedic, romantic... It's essential to determine which scenes will feature them, and they must also serve as a commercial asset for the film, perhaps with a well-known rock artist. A soundtrack can be an original composition or a pre-existing song that fits seamlessly.
In a recording studio near Paris, spontaneous sessions were taking place. Billy's next single was being crafted for a James Bond soundtrack. Jerry was the kind of man who could push him to compose a song without prior experience, and at a surprisingly fast pace.
-It's not hard for you to pull this off. Just take some time to show the producers something, and maybe by February, you can give them a few tracks that will shape the film. It has to be powerful, full of spirit—we're talking about a franchise with an incredible legacy. If all goes well, you might even land a nomination. You created a hit for that Nike commercial, and you've made a fortune in licensing rights. They might even use it for other ads. Now all you need to do is replicate that success, – Jerry said, hoping to send out a demo without any hassle.
-Alright, old man, I'll do what I can. Just give me a pen and paper—we need a killer hook... But before that, I want the contract for sequels. I want to be the only one they talk to about the soundtrack.– Billy remarked.
Jerry raised an eyebrow, extending his hands as if negotiating for three songs, depending on the first. But in the end, he simply nodded, trusting the kid. Billy grabbed a guitar and began strumming aggressively. His mind wandered to Muse's "Supremacy" as his fingers danced over the strings.
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Wake to see. 🎶🎶🎵
Your true emancipation is a fantasy.
Policies.
Haven risen up and overcome brave.
Greatness dies.
Unsung and lost.
Invisible to history.
Embed spies. 🎶🎶🎵
Brainwashing our children to be mean.
You don't have long time.
I am on to you.
The time, it has come.
To destroy.
Your supremacy.
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With a smooth voice, he rocked the guitar, whispering, Mrs. Bond.
-That's where the drums come in—I want a killer drum section. Connor's the best damn drummer I know." – Billy commented.
Within seconds, the music for Bond began to take shape, swirling into an anthem-like composition with hushed yet clear whispers, ending in powerful sustains.
The guitar's sheer resonance sent a jolt of electricity through Jerry and Michael G. Wilson, who was listening in. The music bore a striking resemblance to Bond's classic orchestral compositions, but with a luxurious vocal flourish. The voice was crisp, infectious, and the way Billy moved his fingers was mesmerizing.
-It's damn good. – Michael said to Jerry.
-Told you, the kid was born for this. Out of all the rockers I've represented, he's by far the most talented. – Jerry replied, watching yet again as Billy turned him into a fan.
Billy stepped out of the studio.
-What do you think? I love the guitar—when I drop the sustain, it hits like a punch. -
It startled the producer.
-It's excellent. I wasn't expecting you to deliver such a solid take... I think we should reconsider the contract—maybe three Bond films. We've had this long-term project in the works. – Michael Wilson said.
-I've got another one running through my head. Want to hear it? – Billy asked.
He took a deep breath, adjusting the rhythm slightly—faster, heavier. He was about to unleash a new song, one that felt even more like him.
A powerful melody. The words accompanied him in a commanding, raw performance, one that clashed like a rock classic—gritty, unapologetic, filled with that edge found in the boldest, most uninhibited songs.
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If you take a life, do you know what you'll give?
Odds are, you won't like what it is.
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes of deceit?
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights,
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
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Just next in line.
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Arm yourself, because no one else here will save you.
The odds will betray you, and I will replace you.
You can't deny the prize—it may never fulfill you.
It longs to kill you—are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins.
You know my name.
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Billy stopped—he had no more lyrics in mind. He looked through the glass at the two older men.
-So, what do you think? We've got the movie's soundtrack. I can tweak it with piano for depth, but I'll need a solid violin, two cellos, a few saxophones, and some clarinets to refine what I'm envisioning.– Billy stated.
-It's damn good. Too good. – Michael was trying to process it all. Two composers had spent weeks struggling, claiming they had no inspiration. Yet this kid had simply walked in, poured himself into the music, and delivered two fully developed songs—each packed with meaning, each pure rock at its finest.
He took a deep breath.
-I'll call the producers. Get a demo ready—I think we can present both versions when I head into production. – Michael Wilson said as he walked out the door.
Billy sighed, took a seat, and switched to an acoustic guitar, preferring a softer bassline with minimal drumming. Here, the solo wasn't necessary—the voice had to take precedence, with the orchestra merely complementing it. Spencer and Connor would add the final touches; they were the formally trained musicians, the ones who understood composition better than anyone else.
Billy worked on the adjustments for an hour, but eventually, he hit a limit. He stayed there, waiting for nothing but a moment of rest.
-Alright, I think I'm calling it a night. We've got a concert tomorrow, old man. – Billy murmured, drinking room-temperature water. He glanced at the set of 15 James Bond novels the producer had given him to read at his leisure. Each book was around 200 to 300 pages long, nothing too daunting.
-Let the people handle the details. – Jerry replied, leading the kid out. He had another idea lined up in Paris—a passion for exploring theater and cinema.
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