The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 279 A room full of stars
BPM, Beats-Per-Minute, as the name suggests, is a unit, the total number of drum beats per minute. Electronic music relies on the BPM value to describe the rhythm of different music.

But in fact, BPM is not a proper term for electronic music. This indicator exists in any kind of music that chooses drum beats, including blues, jazz, pop, etc., but BPM is the core of electronic music, so people The two are often directly linked.

In fact, if you understand BPM as heartbeat, you can feel the emotion and color of music.

If the BPM of a song is lower than 90 and the heartbeat slows down, you will naturally feel emotions such as loss, sadness, gloom, loneliness, etc.

When the BPM of a song is higher than 120, the heart will beat wildly, and the excitement, excitement, and surging adrenaline will be secreted continuously.

Of course, nothing is absolute. Using electronic dance music with a BPM of 120 to express the loss and bitterness in the excitement can often create another effect. Using blues with a BPM of 50 can express the tenacity and surge of flowing emotions, and the fragility. There is another feeling of strength.

In front of me, that's exactly what happened.

Generally speaking, the BPM of folk songs is relatively soft and gentle, generally between 90 and 120; however, Anson used a guitar to skillfully control the BPM between playing and percussion. The rhythm of over one hundred and twenty and close to one hundred and thirty jumps among the notes.

Throbbing and trembling slightly, just like the pounding of the heart when falling in love.

Quietly, the air became happy.

On the surface, the performance is simple, plain, and even crude, but it unknowingly attracts the mind. When performing jazz before, no one even noticed the existence of the live performance. At this moment, the eyes and attention have shifted to it. First, The next moment he noticed the palms flying up and down.

Turn decay into magic.

Plop, plop, plop.

The heart hits the eardrums, slowly becoming intoxicated.

And Anson's singing is even more colorful, casual and free, chic and light. Even if you close your eyes, you can hear the smile in his voice.

It feels like the afternoon sun is shining on the skin.

"...Can't wait any longer, I'm-Yours." (Note 1)

"Hmm...uh huh huh huh."

The shade of trees, grass, wild flowers, creeks, and the unknown melody inadvertently hummed in the nose make the footsteps bounce lightly.

"So like me, open your eyes and speak out, imagine the future and be miserable, and you are free."

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

Everyone can hear the ridicule in Anson's voice. They should not have reservations. They should not only discuss happiness, but also boldly complain and complain, showing their truest and most original appearance.

Because no matter what, love has already fallen.

Involuntarily, Kristen turned back to look at Jack, with a smile on her lips. They exchanged a glance, but she immediately ran into Jack's deep eyes.

In his ears, Anson hummed.

“Look into the heart and you will find love, love love love.”

Kristen was stunned.

Jack was also stunned.

Musical notes, dancing with the wind.

"Listen to the melody, sing and dance, we are one big family, but for the love of God, we have the right to love, love love love..."

puff.

Everyone in the coffee house heard Anson's curse, "Damn it", but no one got angry, and the playfulness in the melody was fully revealed.

Kristen and Jack were no exception. They both laughed as their eyes crossed, a little shy and a little throbbing, ambiguity bubbling in the air.

His eyes diverged in a hurry, but he couldn't help but glance over again. Inadvertently, his peripheral vision collided with each other again, and Anson's singing came to his ears.

"So I won't hesitate any longer, no no."

"Can't wait any longer, absolutely sure."

"There's no need to beat around the bush, spring is too short, and I'm destined to be the one you deserve." In an instant, a blush spread across the cheeks, and the misalignment and collision of heartbeats filled the chests with happiness. Christen and Jack both looked away and quietly raised their heads. Looking at Anson, even though there was no contact, the smile on the corner of his mouth curved up in a similar way.

Sitting in the spotlight, Anson couldn't see clearly the scene in front of him. Everything was just a blurry outline, but he could notice Anne's sight.

Warm and bright, like the North Star.

Joking crept onto the corner of Anson's mouth, playing tricks like juggling.

"You, oh, you, you, you... you, you, you..."

Free and cheerful, making strange sounds, blending rhythm and blues humming into the folk songs, the song moves freely between the notes, like the steps of a tap dance, flying gracefully on the notes, making everyone present The audience couldn't help but want to dance along.

Even if it’s not dance steps, at least it’s fingertips——

Step on step, my fingers danced on my knees, and I couldn't help but start shaking my legs.

One, two, three, four, five.

Unbelievably, all the coffee shop's attention was focused on it.

"You, you, you...are you willing..."

Brilliant and gorgeous, free and wanton play with rhythm, even the melody is reduced to a foil, just like diving from a high altitude, diving into the water with one sudden move, feeling Anson's singing with your heart, pulse and soul, melting bit by bit.

Then, there was a pause, and the voice became softer, like a whisper in the ear.

"Come a little closer to me."

Ah!
All the cells in his body couldn't help but scream. It seemed that he could feel the warmth and breath whispering in Anson's ears from the breath sound in the microphone, and the stars in the sky lit up at the same time.

We are obviously indoors, obviously in New York - the bright and bright city lights have long pushed away the night, and even if we look up, we can't see any stars.

But at this moment, at this moment, it seemed as if all the stars in the world had opened their eyes, the moonlight was gurgling around my feet, and the sound of the wind was playing in harmony with Anson.

It's heart-wrenchingly romantic.

"Then I will whisper in your ear. I have spent countless hours rehearsing in front of the mirror, and bent down close to the mirror to confirm the shape of my mouth, but my exhalation blocked the mirror, so I drew a grimace, happy laughing out loud."

"I guess the most perfect confession I want to make is that I want to escape the glitz and stay together in a long car with you. That is our goal. To stay together in a long car, each other's names are each other's persistence."

Flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.

Once again, there was a pause. Anson pressed the strings and stopped tapping the piano case. There was no melody, no rhythm, nothing, and it fell into silence.

Anson raised his eyes, so bright and deep, the stars in the sky were dim.

Anson stared at Anne.

Anne stared at Anson.

For a brief moment, the world quieted down, as if only the two of them were left. In the endless night, listening to the music of the moonlight, the sound of the heart hitting the chest became a drumbeat, and then they fell slowly, obviously free. It's falling, but it's so graceful that people forget about it.

In an instant, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He hummed softly again.

"But I won't hesitate any longer, no no. Can't wait any longer, I'm yours."

Intoxicatingly beautiful.

The slender fingertips flew over the strings again, and the graceful melody poured into the hearts of the audience like a trickle, warm and refreshing.

A happiness beyond words.

The heart exploded like a firework.

Note 1: I'm-Yours - Jason-Mraz

(End of this chapter)