I thought he wrote the score for a film called "Composer of the Year."
I just want to say again that it was nice that you named an award show after your Great Aunt Cordoba and then gave him Composer Of The Year for the 10th year in a row.
He looks handsome in the video, though.
Teeth are flawless.
Stubble just the right amount of rugged.
Looks like he's been doing TONS of chin-ups.
His hair is so close to Heaven, it's as if Jesus OR God is trying to reach out and run His fingers through it. They totally could, too, if they made an appointment.
I bet you if you tried to hug him, he'd not only embrace you warmly, but tap out a tight, militaristic drum pattern right there on your back. If you asked him after for a co-composer credit, he'd probably laugh for a minute, then give you a thousand dollars and a complimentary Marvel tote full of hair products and musk.
You'd leave satisfied, as you always did when you were near Brian Tyler, and as you started your car, your CD player would start to play a familiar drum pattern. The same pattern from your back. How could he have done that? He never left your side (he never would, you think). You'd peek your head out the car window, and there would be Brian Tyler, hiding behind a $50,000 planter, giggling and pointing to the additional composer's wing of his palatial, mirror and microphone-filled estate.
"Brian Tyler will always be the composer of the year...in your heart," you think you hear Brian Tyler say before you crank up the stereo and peel away.
