Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Link, you're back."

After the match, Link had just returned home and was changing his shoes at the entrance when a shout came from the living room, followed by a tall figure who threw herself at him, grabbing his neck and almost crashing him into the wall.

Taylor had come over in the morning, wanting to write songs at his place, so Link had left the apartment to her and gone to compete.

"What's up?"

Link hugged the girl as he changed his shoes, patting her on the back.

"Tell me quickly, who wrote this?"

Taylor took out a piece of manuscript paper with more than a dozen lines of lyrics. The song was titled "Dream It Possible," and the scribblings were wild and messy.

"Who wrote it? Tell me quickly, I searched online and couldn't find this song."

Taylor looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with anticipation.

"Don't rush me, let me catch my breath first."

Link was taking off his jacket, about to hang it up when Taylor quickly snatched it from him and hung it up for him, then turned back to stare at him. As Link moved to the living room to get some water, Taylor immediately fetched a drink from the fridge and offered it with both hands, being especially attentive.

Link smiled lightly, shrugged, and said, "I'm a bit tired, a massage right now would be really nice."

"Hmph!"

Taylor glared at him, knelt on the couch, and gently massaged his shoulders, though her technique was quite rough.

"A bit harder!"

"Alright, but you said it, don't blame me if I'm too harsh."

Taylor clenched her fists and thumped his shoulders twice, asking, "How about that? Is that hard enough?"

"Not bad, with a bit more strength you could KO me."

Link leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

"Don't fall asleep, you still haven't told me who wrote this song. The lyrics are amazing, both the rhythm and content are fantastic, way better than what I write. Who wrote it, can you tell me?"

Taylor hugged his neck and swayed it, her voice soft, almost coaxing.

"Is it really that good?"

"Of course, tell me quickly, or I will pinch you."

Taylor pinched a bit of skin on his arm, threatening him fiercely.

Link smiled lightly, "No one else has been to my apartment, who do you think wrote it?"

Taylor looked at him quietly, picked up the manuscript again, and asked uncertainly, "Did you write it?"

"Why do you sound so doubtful? Do you see me as a rude, uncultured guy in your heart?"

Link crossed his arms and countered.

"No, it's just... how could you write such good lyrics? You're a boxer, why can your writing be better than us professional writers?"

Taylor said, her tone slightly sour.

Link smiled lightly. The song came to him the night before last when he couldn't sleep. Seeing the manuscript paper Taylor had left on the table, he was suddenly inspired and recalled that endlessly addictive "Dream It Possible." As he reminisced, he transcribed, but the song was quite long and he only remembered two-thirds of it that night, with some parts still elusive.

After two days, he recalled some more.

He took the manuscript from Taylor's hands, picked up a pen from the table, and completed the remaining lyrics.

And if it takes takes a thousand lives

The realization of lofty ideals

Then it's worth fighting for

It always requires countless sacrifices

It's not until you fall that you fly

Only when you fear no fall, do you soar

When your dreams come alive you're unstoppable

"How can it be so good?"

Taylor, reading the lyrics he had just written, stared at him in awe, "How can you be so brilliant? You're a boxer, why can you write songs?"

"Can't you do anything besides singing?"

Link asked her, smiling.

Taylor was stumped by his question, furrowing her brow and thinking hard. Besides singing and writing songs, what else could she do? Link knew boxing, swimming, diving, cooking, and even songwriting, and he was exceptionally good at all of them. What could she do?

It seemed she couldn't do anything but sing.

Realizing this, she suddenly felt quite useless.

"You can also play the piano, guitar, violin, and dance. You are also amazing, you're a musical genius."

Link lifted her chin and spoke.

Taylor's eyes lit up, instantly revitalized.

"You're right, I can also compose music. I'm planning to write a complete song to your lyrics. What do you think? Don't worry, I'll create the best song possible and not let such great lyrics go to waste,"

Link nodded slightly, hesitating before saying, "Actually, when I was writing the lyrics, I also had a tune in mind."

"What? Are you serious? Composing is a hundred times harder than writing lyrics. You can compose too?"

Taylor asked in disbelief.

"Why don't you listen to it first?"

Link said with a smile.

"Ok!"

Taylor handed him the guitar, crossing her arms to see what kind of melody a Boxer could come up with, hoping it wouldn't ruin the lyrics.

Link plucked the guitar strings awkwardly with his stiff fingers. He had only followed Taylor for a few days and was not good at playing, but singing with a guitar was less awkward than singing empty-handed. He held the guitar and looked at the lyrics on the table, softly singing:

I will run, I will climb, I will soar

I'm undefeated

Jumping out of my skin, pull the cord

Yeah I believe it

"Wow~"

Just hearing him sing a few lines, Taylor covered her mouth in surprise. The tune was fantastic, far better than what she had initially imagined.

The melody matched the lyrics perfectly, starting low and wandering, then becoming firm and uplifting. It was very healing to listen to.

Link's singing was also quite good. Although there were some issues with rhythm and breathing, his voice was great, the tone was emotionally rich, and very compelling. With a little training, he would be a mature singer.

After Link finished singing, Taylor couldn't help but clap vigorously, excitedly saying, "Link, you sing so well, and the melody is fantastic. How can you be so talented?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Link put down the guitar and smiled, "If you like it, go ahead and sing it. There are some parts in the melody that still need adjustment; you can decide how to change them."

The reason he said this was because he had forgotten how to sing some parts and could only vaguely pass over them. Fortunately, the missing parts were not many, and it should not be difficult to fill them in.

"To give me such a beautiful song to sing? Link, why don't we become singers together? Let Big Machine sign you too, and you can become a big star in the future,"

Taylor said, holding his arm.

"No need, I'm a Boxer, and my current goal is to be the world champion. Until I achieve that, I have no other plans,"

Link said, patting her hand.

Although being a singer was a nice side job, recording albums and holding concerts would take up a lot of time. He didn't have that time to waste elsewhere right now. If he were to consider singing, it would only be after winning the world championship.

Seeing his firm attitude, Taylor didn't try to persuade him further but coquettishly pulled him along and said, "Link, could you sing it again? I was so focused on your singing that I forgot to write down the melody. Could you please sing it one more time?"

"Alright,"

Link held the guitar and sang again. The second rendition was more complete than the first, with only a few vague notes.

Taylor, with her strong musical composition and arrangement skills, listened once and turned his song into a sheet of music marked with highs, lows, and beats, filling an entire page.

"It's amazing, truly a great song."

Taylor held the guitar, lightly humming along to the music.

Link returned to the kitchen to make dinner, preparing a beef stew and Mexican vegetable pancakes according to a recipe.

By the time he finished dinner, Taylor had already sung it completely. She sat on the sofa, embracing the guitar, singing in a voice and style different from the original version, but her voice was delightful, and her singing was impressive.

Her rendition of "Dream It Possible" was lively and brisk, uniquely different from the original, just as some people prefer "Dream It Possible" and others like Zhang Liangying's "My Dream."

"Oh, it's so sad."

As Link was about to applaud after hearing Taylor finish, he saw her teary eyes, long eyelashes wet with tears, seeming very sad. Link, puzzled by why the artistic young woman suddenly started crying, walked over and patted her back.

"What's wrong? Is the song very sad?"

"No, I started playing the piano at six, studied music for thirteen years, and wrote over thirty songs. I thought I was very talented, but I suddenly realized, none of the songs I wrote compare to yours. And you're just a Boxer who can't even play the guitar. Why can you write such a good song, and I can't?"

Taylor looked at him with envious and jealous eyes, her own reddened.

Link smiled gently, understanding her feelings at that moment, as once a wealthy college student who said he liked Boxing wanted to learn a few moves and paid a tuition fee of twenty thousand.

Old Liu arranged for a Boxer who had practiced for five years to teach him.

The college student challenged the boxer, who agreed, and then with simple, rough Boxing moves, knocked the experienced boxer to the ground.

At that time, Link envied that person's glance, not just for his money, but also for his great talent. It truly wasn't fair.

Link, wiping her tears, said, "This song was written by both of us. It's also your work, so there's no need to be sad."

"Hmph, if it were just yours, I wouldn't compete with you, but I will definitely write a better song in the future, so don't get cocky,"

Taylor snorted.

"Of course, you are the best singer I've ever seen. Surely, you'll write a song that's even better than this one,"

Link said with a smile.

Taylor smiled faintly and looped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.