From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

89: Chapter 89 Foundation and EchoesThe fourth day after the ”Uptown Funk” storm.

The heat had not faded, but the morning light in Nashville had brought a new work rhythm to the safe house.

The table in the center of the living room had been cleared, and spread out on it were not musical scores, but carefully categorized and anonymized files, photocopies of photographs, and a recording device connected to an encrypted audio line.

The air was filled with the scent of old paper and a near-sacred solemnity.

This was the fact and emotional cornerstone collection site for the ”memory project” ”See You Again” project.

Sitting opposite Alex was Mr. Robert Green.

The old man looked thinner than he did in the video, but his back was straight, and his eyes were calm and profound.

In front of him lay an old, deep-blue album and a small iron box.

”Alex, Taylor,” Green’s voice was low and clear, ”thank you for inviting me to participate in this personally.”

He gently opened the iron box, which contained a slightly worn Air Force badge, a few snapshots, and a folded piece of letter paper.

”This is what my son Robert left behind. I gave him the badge when he graduated. The photo is... taken the last time he came home on leave, helping his little sister fix her bike in the garage, laughing like a silly kid.”

He carefully pushed the letter across the table:

”This is the letter he wrote to his mother... two weeks before the incident. He didn’t mention any work, just said the starry sky at the base was clear, that he missed the barbecue in the backyard, and reminded his sister to prepare well for her final exams.”

The old man’s fingers trembled slightly. ”If... if his story, these most ordinary words he left behind, can help people remember, can let similar tragedies no longer happen, his mother and I... agree to let you use them.”

Alex received it solemnly with both hands, not opening it immediately, but looking at the old man sincerely:

”Mr. Green, your trust is more important than any melody. With this song, what we want to present is not a cold list, but the warmth behind the names—like the starry sky and the barbecue in this letter. We will respect it to the utmost.”

Over the next few hours, in this one-on-one, almost confessional manner, Alex and Taylor communicated through encrypted lines or secure meetings with seven other families who had received explicit authorization from their immediate family members.

The fragments of stories they listened to were trivial yet real: a cartoon airplane drawn in the corner of a pilot’s logbook, the apple pie a ground crew member always shared at lunch, a young engineer repeatedly humming off-key love songs to his fiancée on the phone...

Every detail caused the originally abstract, futuristic melody of longing in ”See You Again” to settle into concrete and heavy flesh and blood in Alex’s heart.

In the system interface, the ”Creative Master” ability no longer just processed notes, but began to deeply link with ”Collective Narrative Analysis” and ”Emotional Resonance Field,” helping him filter and refine the fragments with the most Universal emotional impact from these stories, and attempting to transform them into lyrical imagery that could blend seamlessly with the melody.

[Prompt: Deep emotional material injection. ”memory project” style creation initiated.]

[Ability fusion progress: Master of Creation (Intermediate) + Collective Narrative Analysis + Emotional Resonance Field → Generated temporary trait ”Compassionate Weaver”.]

Meanwhile, Marcus was experiencing another ”storm.” Universal Music A&R Director Kyle Jenkins was practically camped out on the phone line.

”Marcus, my old friend!” Kyle’s voice remained enthusiastic, but underneath was undisguised anxiety. ””Uptown Funk” is as solid as a rock on the charts; all the data is telling us we should follow up immediately to maintain the heat! Strike while the iron is hot, release a remix, plan tour warm-ups, approach those top-tier endorsements... Does Alex have any ideas for his next commercial work? Even just a direction!”

Following Alex’s instructions, Marcus skillfully deflected:

”Kyle, Alex values his partnership with Universal very much and is encouraged by the current success. He is putting all his effort into conceiving a work that can continue this momentum, but you know, true inspiration requires settling and time. He hopes to bring something equally groundbreaking, not just a simple repetition.”

”Time! The market won’t wait for us to settle!” Kyle almost roared, but he forcibly lowered his voice. ”Listen, I withstood immense internal pressure to secure such high autonomy for them. The board wants to see continuous success and stable output! I’ve heard rumors that Northrop is approaching several rival labels, trying to foster a ’substitute’ with a similar style. We must weld the ’Alex Su’ brand firmly onto the throne before they rise! What on earth is he doing?”

Marcus glanced at Alex, who was quietly talking to a family member in the living room, and said calmly into the receiver:

”He is doing what he believes is more important for his long-term career as an artist. Kyle, sometimes, a brief pause is to jump further. We should have faith in him, just like before ”Uptown Funk”.”

Hanging up the phone, Marcus rubbed his temples. The impetuousness of the commercial world and the heavy commemoration taking place in the room felt like two parallel, incompatible universes.

Thursday, December 1st. A critical turning point.

The lyrical framework and melodic adaptation of ”See You Again” were basically complete. For the verses, Alex abandoned traditional singing, designing it as a clear and quiet recitation-style narrative under a stable rhythm, with each section embedding a highly condensed story detail approved by the families. The chorus was led by Taylor’s ethereal and powerful voice, singing a melody of longing and hope that transcended life and death.

When performing the first complete test run in the secret recording studio, a problem arose. When Alex tried to recite those names and stories, even though he had prepared repeatedly, the immense emotional weight still caused his throat to tighten several times, interrupting the rhythm. And when Taylor sang the chorus, although the pitch was perfect, Alex could tell it lacked a deep compassion born of shared experience that was connected to the verse’s narrative.

”We are ’performing’ grief,” Alex said to Taylor after a pause, taking off his headphones, ”but this song cannot tolerate performance. It must be a prayer that grows from our hearts.”

He made a decision. He contacted Mr. Green and two other family members who were willing and able to come. ”I need you,” he said honestly on the phone, ”I don’t need you to sing, or even speak. I just need you to stay in the recording booth while we record and watch us. We need to remember who we are singing for.”

This decision made everyone on the team surprised and nervous, but Alex insisted.

The next afternoon, the small recording control room was packed. Mr. Green and the other two family members sat quietly in the corner. When the music started and Alex faced the microphone again to begin the narrative, his gaze met Mr. Green’s calm eyes, which were filled with endless longing. At that moment, all techniques and designs faded, leaving only a heavy responsibility to transform others’ extreme pain into a solemn voice. His voice was no longer tense, but settled, with every word seeming like it was carved into stone.

When it was Taylor’s turn to sing the chorus, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the ethereal quality in her voice remained, yet it seemed to be injected with the warmth of watching under the stars and the firmness in tears. It was no longer just a beautiful melody; it was a response, a promise, an empathy that crossed the microphone and the glass window.

The recording was surprisingly smooth, passing in one take. After it ended, there was a long silence in the control room. Mr. Green slowly stood up, walked to Alex, squeezed his hand firmly, moved his lips, and finally just nodded deeply, with tears in his eyes, but his back straight. At that moment, no success in data could compare to it.

That same evening, Kyle Jenkins arrived uninvited, appearing directly outside the safe house—of course, he was politely but firmly stopped at the outer perimeter by Hank and Rex.

He passed an ultimatum through Marcus:

”Tomorrow morning, either give me a clear schedule and direction for the next commercial single, or Universal will have to re-evaluate the priority of all subsequent promotional resource investments. The board cannot tolerate a top-tier asset ’disappearing’ during their golden period.”

The pressure reached its peak.

Alex gathered the team and played the just-completed rough mix of ”See You Again.” As the lingering echoes of the final harmony faded, he looked at everyone and made a decision.

”Marcus, reply to Kyle first thing tomorrow morning.” Alex’s voice was calm and resolute. ”Tell him my next major work is nearing completion. But it is not ”Uptown Funk 2.0”. It is a public welfare memorial song called ”See You Again”, the core of the ”memory project”, and my answer to all my supporters. Universal can choose: A, in the name of ’supporting an artist’s important public welfare vision’, provide limited, non-commercial-led distribution assistance and share in the reputational value it brings; B, we can release it through independent channels on our own, based on the terms in the contract regarding ’non-commercial social initiative works’.”

He paused, his gaze sharp: ”Also tell him I understand the rules of the commercial world. In exchange, after ”See You Again” is released and completes its primary social mission, I will deliver a high-quality pop single that meets mainstream market expectations in the first quarter of next year. This is my promise, and it is my boundary.”

This was a gamble. A gamble that Universal valued his long-term, irreplaceable creative value and social influence more, a gamble on Kyle and his board, and on that little bit of foresight that transcended short-term reports.

The message was sent back. Universal Music headquarters fell into a brief silence. Kyle did not reply immediately.

Late at night, Alex stood alone on the terrace. The system interface glowed faintly in the night:

[”See You Again” (Memorial Version) creation completion: 91%. Estimated emotional resonance intensity: Extreme.]

[Popularity: 9,280,000 points.]

[Core support group emotional connection: +25% (Repaired and significantly strengthened).]

[Warning: Relationship with major commercial partner is at a critical point.]

[Ten million threshold critical point: Expected to break through upon the next major emotional resonance event.]

Below, the city lights were dim. In the distance, perhaps the rhythm of ”Uptown Funk” was still faintly pulsing. But Alex knew the true eye of the storm had shifted. The next note would not be a bomb thrown into the market, but an echo stone thrown into the abyss of the human heart. The ripples it stirred might truly define the weight of the name ”Alex Su”.