The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 496 History is like poetry
The utility room is not very spacious, and it becomes even more cramped after the corners are filled with objects.

however.

Anson didn't mind. He sat calmly and calmly in front of the piano, with his shoulders open and his back straight. His whole body naturally exuded a sense of comfort. Even if it was just a space the size of a palm, he seemed to be able to feel the magnificence and grandeur of the universe before his eyes. Vast.

Involuntarily, it became quiet.

My brain was completely empty, with no worries or thoughts. I put all my thoughts aside for the time being. I just stood there and quietly admired the scene, letting my head be filled with notes.

One by two, Lily, Connor and Miles all stood at the door of the utility room, quietly peeking through the small door frame at the performance in front of them, not daring to breathe for fear that the slightest movement might alarm Anson.

Let me tell you, the performance is not perfect nor smooth——

Anson's piano skills are obviously not as good as those on the guitar. It can be seen that he is not proficient. The piano itself should need to be re-tuned, so that the melody flowing under the fingertips is often interrupted, and occasionally there are harsh deviations. The creation The process is full of exploration and exploration.

but!

The scene in front of me has a sense of being watching a top performance rehearsal at Carnegie Hall. It quietly draws the audience into it and feels the temperature and color of the melody.

Miles was stunned, completely stunned, because of the shock and the impact——

He was born in a classical symphony orchestra, and he knows very well about arrangement and cooperation. If you only rely on the performance of one instrument, the melody will inevitably be thin, and you will not be able to feel the three-dimensional and layered aspects of the song. This is an objective fact.

Because of this, it is difficult for street performers who only rely on one instrument to create a grand effect. A guitar or an electronic keyboard is often more suitable for a fresh and sad style.

Logically speaking, Anson's performance at this moment should be the same.

however!
Miles can feel the emotional layers in the clear and bright key sounds:

It is sad, bitter, lamentable and lonely, magnificent, majestic, calm and heroic.

Different emotions are intricately intertwined, rushing into my heart and rippling on the tip of my tongue. Such a tender performance and such a graceful and light melody spill out a splendor deep in the soul.

Involuntarily, Miles could "see" Anson stepping onto the stage of the music festival, seeing the craziness of thousands of fans singing and dancing to the melody, seeing the majestic performance of the Carnegie Hall Symphony Orchestra, and seeing Anson Bathed in the brilliance of the spotlight, you can fly with open arms.

then.

A star lights up in the dark night sky. The weak light is not enough to dispel the darkness. Seeing that the night may swallow the starlight again at any time, but the penetrating sound of the piano keys stirs the spirit, and the stars in the depths of my mind are... The momentum of a prairie fire spread out in a mighty way.

Wow!
The night sky is like day, and the whole world is plunged into splendor and magnificence. The sky is spinning and the earth is spinning, dazzling, and the heart breaks free from the constraints and starts to fly.

Everything happened in the small utility room in front of me. The tremors and shocks rushed from the soles of my feet to my head like electricity, bathing in the grandeur——

This is incredible.

Then Anson began to hum softly.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh; ohhhhh, ohhhh."

Sad but not sad, the bitterness slowly blooms on the tip of the tongue, and the inspiration in Miles' mind blooms along with it, like fireworks.

He couldn't help but start to think about when the cello should choose to cut in, and how the bass drum and other instruments should play around the piano's different parts. Little by little, the fog and confusion all dissipated.

Lily looked at Anson, and Connor looked at Anson——

One person and a piano.

That's all. Anson hums the melody like a bard and wanders around the world. The tender melody is very touching, but compared with "Wake Me Up" and "Hero", it seems to be much thinner.

is this normal?

Confusion just sprouted in my mind, and then I was dragged into the world of music again.

Anson spoke again, this time not humming, but complete lyrics. When the melody met the lyrics, when the lyrics collided with the melody, a chemical reaction was born.

"The world was once dominated by me, and the huge waves were once surging because of my destiny. But now I show up alone at dawn, wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me.

I once controlled the life and death of mortals. I savored the horror in my mortal enemy's eyes and listened happily to the people singing and applauding: 'The king is dead! New King Bandai! 'At this moment, I hold the authority meridian in my hand, and in a flash I realize that the palace wall is as deep as the sea. I suddenly realize that my grand plans and great achievements are just a mirage. "(Note 1)

Just one section.

However, the power bursting out of the plain lyrics is eye-catching. The magnificence of time, the weight of history, and the vicissitudes of life are condensed in it, and finally evolve into a kind of wanton and unrestrained, and the color of the music suddenly becomes brighter.

Anyone who likes music knows that having a unique voice is already a win at the starting line. Singers who use their voices to give music color can easily leave a deep impression.

But singers whose music itself has color are truly rare. They come across once in a million, once in ten years. Even if their voice is not that outstanding, the music itself is their label. Such people can often leave a lasting mark in history. .

From "Wake Me Up" to "Hero", Lily had such thoughts but was not 100% sure. But now, she was finally able to confirm her thoughts:

Anson is the kind of musician whose music has color.

Notes are their characters and edges, their labels and existence——

No one can copy it.

At this time, inspiration was constantly bursting out in their minds, and other things seemed not that important. This moment in front of them, a moment that belonged only to music, gave their lives meaning.

All these years of persistence and running, the unspoken stubbornness and pride, were all released at this moment, and the enthusiasm and excitement deep in the soul were once again awakened, and the seed called "dream" grew vigorously in a blink of an eye.

"Listen to the bells of Jerusalem, the singing of the Roman cavalry resounding through the mountains and seas. Serve as my mirror, sword and shield, and my missionaries stand outside the borders. Just for some reasons I can't let it go. Once you leave here, you won't be there anymore. , there are no more harsh words of advice, and this is the era of my rule.

The evil wind roared in, blowing away the heavy door and plunging me into a deep haze. The walls were broken, the ceremony was ruined, and the music was ruined. The world couldn't believe that I was no longer there. The rebel army is eagerly looking forward to the day when I will stand on the guillotine, just like a puppet string swinging lonely. Alas, who has ever longed for the worship of thousands of people (Who-Would-Ever-Want-To-Be-King)?
Hear the bells of Jerusalem, the songs of the Roman cavalry reverberate through the mountains and seas, serve as my mirror, sword and shield, and my missionaries stand beyond the borders. Just for some reasons I can't let it go. Once you leave here, there will be no more harsh words. This is the era of my rule. "

Involuntarily, my heart surged and my blood boiled.

Note 1: Viva-la-vida - Coldplay

(End of this chapter)