The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 228 One Meter of Sunshine

Miles-Anderson was a little frustrated.

Since childhood, he has studied classical music, specializing in cello, and has made some achievements in the field of classical music. He has won some competitions and has also appeared on the stage of Carnegie Hall. Although he is not the best among the best, he still has a bright future. There is a foreseeable future in the field of classical music.

But Myers has always been thinking that classical music should not be high-minded, nor should it be limited to a small group of people enjoying themselves in isolation from the world. Young people should also discover the beauty of classical music. At the same time, classical instruments should also be integrated into the times and be widely used. Accepted and familiar to the public.

Times are always progressing. They should not abandon tradition, but they should not cling to tradition and refuse to move forward.

Whether it is classical music or pop music, they are both music and melody. No one is nobler than the other, and no one is more artistic than the other.

Miles found a group of like-minded friends who embraced music dreams and believed they could use their own power to change the world and culture. He hoped to integrate various classical instruments such as cello, violin, harp, etc. into popular music and lead a new era. Musical direction.

pity.

Now it seems that he was too hasty. For two years, they could not make ends meet, their music was still ignored, and the expensive pressure of New York made the band members breathless.

He does not blame the band members for their collapse, because he lives at home. Although his parents do not understand or support him, at least he does not need to face the pressure of rent and living expenses; but this is not the case for the band members. Living in this cold society Going down, they need more support.

Miles couldn't help but think that maybe, it was all his fault; maybe, without him, the band would have found their chance in the past two years to realize their dream; maybe, from the beginning, he wouldn't have Such an idea should be proposed; perhaps, it is just his extravagant hope.

Feeling guilty and lost.

Miles' heart slowly sank. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how to say it. Any words he said seemed like a cunning excuse.

"Sorry, can I enjoy one more song?"

There was a voice coming from directly in front of him. Miles looked up suddenly, his heart jumped to his throat, and then he saw a smiling face.

Subconsciously, Miles looked at the other two band members, staring longingly, but did not dare to speak.

Lily-Watkins arranged her long red hair behind her back, took a deep breath, and said, "Sorry, the show is over."

Miles' eyes suddenly darkened.

But Lily didn't notice, and she didn't have the mind to pay attention. She turned to look ahead and forced a smile, "Today's performance is over."

A little unexpectedly, the person standing in front of me was a young man. He didn't look like the type who stopped specifically for street performances. After all, in this steel forest, everyone seemed busy, extremely busy, so busy that there was no time to stop. Footsteps, not to mention enjoying street performances.

The man showed a smile and said, "One piece. Just one piece. It won't take up too much of your time."

Next to him, Connor-Jenks, who was preparing to dismantle the drum set, stopped. He looked honest and honest with some freckles on his nose, and said in a gentle tone, "Lily, it's just one song."

"Have you forgotten our original intention, to play music to everyone who needs it, and now a person in need has appeared."

Lily was stunned, her shoulders slumped, and she glanced at Miles, who was silent but couldn't hide the anticipation in his eyes. She was a little annoyed and helpless, "Even if I want to, we don't have a guitar or a vocalist, so what should we perform?" , pure music?”

All eyes were directed towards the lonely, forgotten and abandoned guitar.

The atmosphere is a bit bitter.

But unexpectedly, a voice came from the side, "If you don't mind, I can join."

Whispering, all three people looked at the man standing in front.

The smile on the man's lips was so light and so bright, "Wood. Anson Wood."

The three of them looked at each other, and for a moment they forgot to speak. Amid fatigue and anxiety, their brains slowed down significantly, and no one knew how to react.

Anson didn't rush forward and still stood there, "I just listened. You guys were probably trying to integrate the cello into the melody, but they never found a suitable way, right? I have an idea that you are willing to try. Take a look?"

Connor showed surprise and glanced at Miles. He could immediately detect Miles's impending move, but he couldn't speak because of guilt - Miles really couldn't ask them to try again.

But Connor couldn't hold it in any longer and shouted, "Lily!"

Lily hesitated to speak. She didn't want to play the bad guy, but now she was full of emotions and irritability. In the end, she couldn't hold it back, "We tried."

"Not just once or twice."

Lily was also a little frustrated.

"It's not that we don't cooperate well, nor that we don't have talent. In fact, we have made countless attempts and gone through countless practices, but..."

"I think we are too ahead of our time, ahead of our times, and the public still can't accept it."

"Ah."

"Linkin Park has just shown the market that rap can also be a part of rock, and we are already eager to integrate classical into rock. Who are we kidding? This is too advanced, and no one can accept it in the current market. "

"Do you know how long Linkin Park struggled in its obscurity?"

——Anson, I know.

This is the truth.

Seven years, seven years from the time Chester-Bennington set out on the band's path to Linkin Park's rise to prominence this year.

In fact, Linkin Park still has not "come forward". They are still frustrated and hit a wall because they were continuously rejected by the record company. They released the single "One-Step-Closer" online out of anger, but it failed. The accident sparked heated discussions on the Internet.

Thousands of comments poured into the Yahoo fan forum in just one week, prompting Warner Bros. Music Records to see the potential and sign on.

Currently, Linkin Park is still preparing for their first studio album, which has not been released yet.

In other words, there is still a long road ahead for the general public to accept the changes in music.

But at the same time, Anson also knows that change has come. From Linkin Park to Nora Jones (Nora-Jones), the world's music landscape is quietly changing.

Maybe, if they change the focus slightly, instead of using the cello as the protagonist, the general public will not be bound by stereotypes and imaginations just because they notice the cello at first glance, and they will subtly feel the charm brought by the so-called classical instrument of the cello. Things may be slightly different. .

Of course, Anson didn't have the answer. He couldn't be sure whether his idea would work in 2000——

At least, it's worth trying.

The unruly and lawless Anson in his previous life before he was twenty-five years old seems to be waking up little by little.

Anson lightly shrugged, "Since I've tried it ninety-nine times, there's nothing wrong with one more time. It only takes thirty minutes more anyway."

"Before you choose to give up, take thirty minutes to give yourself another chance. I think dreams are worth such an opportunity."

A smile rose at the corners of his mouth.

A ray of sunshine broke through the heavy clouds and fell across the steel forest, lighting up an inconspicuous corner of the city. Life seemed to have hope again.

Lily looked at the man in front of her and couldn't help but froze. She nodded awkwardly, "Okay."

　The fourth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)