The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 232 Impassioned

Lonely. sad. lonely. Bitter. Sad.

A corner of New York's steel forest is like the disappearing Atlantis, quietly escaping into another world. The faint golden sunlight shines down, but it is filled with a melancholy blue.

The confusion and hesitation of independent bands, the loneliness and hardship of chasing dreams, everything is like being alone in the bustling city, no one knows it, there are obviously crowds of people, but no one is paying attention, there are obviously crowds of people, but everything is quiet, only you are alone Dancing in the dark.

However, is this really the case?

Do you still remember the lyrics Anson just said——

I do not mind.

While everyone was drowning in clichéd dream sorrow, Anson said no.

Indeed, the road to chasing dreams is destined to be faltering alone, but he is not prepared to feel sorry for himself. Even if he is alone, he will party until dawn.

"Yeah!"

With a cowboy's shout, the sad and low atmosphere was instantly broken. The smile on the corner of Anson's mouth bloomed like the golden sunshine dancing wantonly on the waves of the Caribbean in midsummer and August. He raised his right hand high and made a lasso gesture. The silence was completely overturned and broken.

Let’s party together!
The upturned and blooming corners of the mouth infected Connor, Lily, and Miles. The three young people exchanged glances. They had not been so happy for a long, long time, and they could not even remember the last time they enjoyed it so much. What is the occasion for the performance?

Likewise, it also infected Blake, infected Karen, and infected everyone present. The cheers and applause could not wait to surge——

Connor and Anson, two guitars, played together around Miles' cello; Miles looked at Lily, and the melodies of the cello and keyboard collided and intertwined, sometimes turbulent and sometimes passionate, three instruments and four members , you can feel the blooming of emotions between eye contact.

Comparable to fireworks.

Cheerful, excited, surging, excited.

Breaking into the Brazilian Carnival scene in one second, it is passionate and brilliant, and the notes seem to be injected with vitality. The skirts flutter and the dance steps are brisk, releasing all the energy without reservation. The layered and overwhelming rhythm makes the engines roar and noisy all over the world. They also danced together.

Including Myers.

He was sitting on a chair playing the cello, but he felt the surging passion from his shoulders, head, and right hand. The collision of the bow and the strings kept rubbing sparks, and his smile completely bloomed. All those emotions were poured into the notes, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of blood boiling. The hair also jumped.

Then, the cello started spinning——

Cello! Spin!

The whole audience exclaimed, their hearts bursting as they watched Miles' shy smile spread out cleanly.

Who can refuse?
Blair was the first to raise his right hand high, without greeting or rehearsing, and clapped along with the band members' beat. Before he even had time to react, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth——

She doesn't care.

Even if there is only one person walking alone, even if she is the only one who foolishly believes in her dream, even if she is the only one who stops to appreciate the scenery of life, she will still party until dawn and until the end of the world.

If life is an illusory dream, then she would rather run wildly in the gorgeous and colorful dream.

Wake her up when it's all over, when she's wiser and older.

Anson, sing to your heart’s content.

“Trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, but having insufficient hands; longing to see the sights of the world, but having no plan.”

"I wish I could always be young and not be afraid to close my eyes. Life is a game and love is the reward." (Note 1)

No longer depressed, no longer sad, no longer melancholy, no longer confused.

The clear and moving voice is so cheerful and enthusiastic, and the clear face and deep eyes light up the torch of dreams, guiding the souls lost in the darkness to find the way forward again. The melody gradually became more exciting, and Anson's singing also took on wings and flew together,
"Wake me up when I reach the end. When I am wiser and older, I have been searching for myself, but I have never realized that I am lost."

Turning his head, Anson looked at his three temporary teammates -

Lily, the keyboard playing is obviously more brisk, and the connection between notes creates a gap. It is not a rest, but it is like using keys to beat drums.

Connor, too, strummed the strings quickly and tapped the panel lightly with his palms. From the string sounds to the drum beats, one person created the effect of two instruments.

And what about Miles?
Miles gave up the bow and instead plucked the strings with his fingers. The duller string sound was like a loud noise coming from deep underground, passing between Lily and Connor's performances, creating an earth-shaking sound. Illusion, the whole world is shaking, slight vibrations invade the air and stir the eardrums.

Boom, boom, boom.

There is no need for a drum kit but it can still create a turbulent rhythm effect. Blair has completely lost his mind, raising his hands in the air while clapping and dancing.

She knows that she is alone, and others are not so crazy. She knows that everything is known, but she doesn't care, as if she is the only one in the world, singing and dancing alone, enjoying life to the fullest, and firmly grasping every minute and every second. Let life bloom with its own colors.

Anson, sing loudly.

He seemed to notice Blair, his smile completely blossomed, and even his singing became lighter.

"Wake me up when I reach the end. When I am wiser and older, I have been searching for myself, but I have never realized that I am lost."

A gentle high-pitched note of an octave touched the peak beautifully, and then he took it back, turned around, and shouted loudly.

"Miles!"

All eyes are focused on the cello.

Miles straightened his back, and the bow fell on the strings again. No one else cooperated, and it was the cello solo. The bow quickly rubbed and pulled on the strings, his head was raised high, and his hair was flying. , with a bright smile, as if you can feel every cell in your body playing.

It turns out that the notes can speak.

It turns out that musical notes really have emotion and color.

Miles' enthusiasm and madness, Miles' focus and happiness, inject the notes and release incredible energy.

then.

Anson leaned forward slightly and performed a duet with Miles using guitar strings, one high and one low, one fast and one slow, creating incredible energy as they collided with each other, just like a rushing river and a trickling spring running side by side. Individuals exchange a look and use musical instruments to complete the conversation.

High, passionate, public.

There are no lyrics, no singing, just instrumental performance, just pure music, but at this moment the charm of music is completely released, and at the same time it also pushes the charm of musical instruments to a whole new level, whether it is classical music or pop music, this scene It's all a new experience.

Perhaps, this is the first time since Kenny-G that someone has re-examined the charm of the instrument.

However, the carnival has just begun.

After the cello solo, the guitar's embellishment, and the brief harmony, Anson stood up straight, looked at Connor, who was already ready to move, and shouted loudly.

"Then... Connor!"

Connor, out of the queue, brought his beloved guitar.

Note 1: Wake-me-up——Avicii (hoppipolla-version)]
　Third update.

　　
　
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