Great Artist

~Date:~Oct 25~

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Eden Hudson sat quietly in the chair, the lights in the studio were turned off, and only Evan Bell was in place, with a warm goose-yellow light shrouded in it. Under the refraction of the light, Eden Hudson felt that his vision was not so clear. He could only see Evan Bell's fingers flying up and down the strings, but he couldn't see the movement of that knuckle clearly. , One by one, the musical talismans danced gracefully like elves traveling through the wisps of light.

The winter in Stockholm is blue, with no edge of blue in sight. The whole sky is as clean as washed with water, crystal clear and transparent like a piece of crystal. Eden Hudson remembers that when he was a child, Mammy always bridged his hand, stood on the edge of the pier, and watched the sea in silence. The calm sea was empty, only a few seabirds were soaring alone, sliding across the sky with traces. After a long time, a fishing boat appeared, driving over the open sea, the engine sound of "dududu" Mixed in the sea breeze floating indefinitely came.

Evan Bell's voice is like the winter in Stockholm, clear and crystal clear, but it is rendered with a touch of blue, like a drop of blue paint falling into pure water, slowly fainting, there will be no The color of the water erodes a little, subtly rendering it blue. That kind of light blue, very clean, against the dark blue sea, emerald green woods, dark brown land, as if the sky has become so far away in an instant, even if you keep your head up and back, and then go further. After that, the top of the sky could not be seen.

"I'm dreaming of a dream (i'm.) with her".

Eden Hudson's right hand seemed to be able to feel the warm palms of Mammy, as the cold wind lost its temperature little by little until it became icy cold. The sunlight that penetrated the crystal was blown into chaos by the sea breeze that flooded from all directions, and could not bring warmth at all.

"Mommy, who are we waiting for?"

"My little angel, mammy is waiting for it to get dark, don't you think it's beautiful when the setting sun dyes the whole sky red?"

Mammy's voice sounded slowly in Eden Hudson's ears. It's like traveling through time and space to reality. Eden Hudson couldn't help raising his head, just like when he was a child, watching the setting sun on the horizon turn the blue of the sky into another color, a light, pink, beautiful pink. , as if a drop of red paint "ticks" down.

"She's just a vague figure in the twilight, but the image in her mind is crystal clear. I'm fact, she's fiction."

The twilight, all over the sky, was too beautiful to be true; Mammy's figure was in Eden Hudson's mind. It was also unreal, as if it were all true, he never grew up, he never left Stockholm, Mammy never waited until grandfather came back, Mammy never left...

The tune of the melody starts to go higher. Evan Bell's clear voice is full of amazing explosive power, and it begins to explode a little bit among the guitar strings, "Ah...yeah...oh..." The simplest single syllable, humming the melody, at the same time It also completely ignited and detonated the emotions hidden under the musical symbols. Following Evan Bell's continuous two-octave pitch, it exploded one by one, the gentleness of the whole song and the purity of the whole song. , The sadness of the whole song is released little by little at this moment until it is completely released.

"Go away. You all go away..." Eden Hudson only felt as if he was back at Mammy's funeral, he couldn't control himself, Evan Bell's voice was like a time machine, in his mind Play the past pictures frame by frame. When Evan Bell's voice was fully released, Eden Hudson fought several Cold Wars in succession, and it was as if he was back in Stockholm in a trance. Even the midsummer July in New York turned into a terrible Sweden. February.

The face, the same face. There was still no expression on Eden Hudson's iceberg face. Those eyes that were hidden in the darkness were full of tears at this time. The hot teardrops just slipped down without warning∧, it still hurts, the memory will not be forgotten, but it was printed as a postcard and treasured; the pain will not disappear, it just becomes the most beautiful frame in the process of growing up .

"I have loved her for a long, long time, and I just want to say that she never found out, she never found me." Evan Bell murmured, and after the melody broke out, it was quickly picked up by Evan Bell's voice Taking it back, all the chemical reactions returned to calm again. In the calm and clear voice, the lingering sadness and pain were sealed into amber among the five strings of the guitar, which will be preserved forever. down.

"Dedicated to my best friend," Evan Bell finally said, then lowered his head.

Teddy Belian sat there, not moving, and Eden Hudson beside him made no sound. Originally, Eden Hudson was an iceberg, and it was normal not to speak, but at this moment, Teddy Bell knew that it was different. So, Teddy Bell just sat quietly, didn't turn on the lights, and didn't speak ▲Evan Bell in the soundproof room didn't speak either, just sat.

For this moment, leave the darkness to Eden Hudson, if only for a few minutes.

A few days later, Lee Kelleher received the finished "fact-fiction (t-n music video from Evan Bell, who said Warner Records had scheduled the release of the new single and he would Uploading this self-made music video on utube, and then announcing the news through Eleven Blog♀ is also the first time that an online music video has been promoted with the release of a single.

Lee Kelleher opened the music video and watched it on the computer in his office, which was made by Evan Bell himself.

On the screen, Evan Bell simply sat in the middle of the studio, Lee Kelleher couldn't help but smile, he gave so much budget, and Evan Bell shot such a simple music video ? But it is undeniable that Evan Bell, sitting on the high stool in a white shirt, attracted his attention at once.

In the video, Evan Bell does not seem to realize that this is a music video. He is holding a guitar and playing a few tunes at random. It seems that he is testing the accuracy of the guitar strings. Such a casual and natural video, just It's as if Evan Bell was just filming home videos of himself watching.

After about six or seven seconds, the melody entered a familiar feeling. This is the prelude of "fact-fiction", just the accompaniment of an acoustic guitar. Evan Bell is like a bard humming a serenade. Singing a little love song to the camera in an ordinary room. But even this simplest performance, like the sound of heaven, slowly flows into the heart, allowing the heart to calm down naturally, and even the sunlight projected through the bowl window softens.

When the song entered the second stanza, along with Evan Bell's voice, a pencil appeared on the screen and began to sketch beside Evan Bell. The v pen drew a hill on the left side, which was full of lush Metasequoia forest, no color, just a piece of pencil gray, incredibly simple. But then, the pencil continued its own sketch, with an expanse of water on the right, and a small dirt bag was depicted where Evan Bell was, and the high stool he was sitting on became a wooden pile.

Then when we entered the chorus, the pencil was changed to a crayon again, and the sketch was still colored. The ground is dark brown, the metasequoia is emerald green, the water is dark blue, the sky is light blue, and there is a faint touch of gold. The light can be seen as the sun.

Soon, the original simple recording studio was filled with the colors of nature, and Evan Bell seemed to be sitting in a group of natural scenery and singing. But it is this kind of childishness that fits the song very well. That kind of childlike innocence and sadness makes the whole picture warm. The warmth of the picture and the coldness of the lyrics collided in Evan Bell's clear voice, delivered to Lee Kelleher's ears, but sparked an amazing spark.

When singing that emotional burst of humming, Evan Bell's voice was full of rock and roll style, and the emotions that burst out gradually in the throat pushed the whole song to **. On the screen, the pencil reappeared, and a drop of water fell, making it unclear whether it was raindrops or tears.

The stagnant water below the screen quickly piled up, and when the burst of the song reached its apex, the entire screen was submerged. Afterwards, Evan Bell's voice returned to a soft voice~www.readwn.com~ The picture of the flood began to ebb again, and the water flow disappeared little by little in Evan Bell's soft voice. At the end of the song, the water flow disappeared, and all the pencil sketches on the screen disappeared together, and the video screen returned to the original time, Evan Bell sitting alone on the high stool in the studio , playing the acoustic guitar alone and singing like a minstrel.

"Dedicated to my best friend." These are Evan Bell's last words. The lights on the screen dimmed a little bit, just like this song, like a trickle flowing into my heart, and it was also when he finally left. It disappeared little by little, leaving a puddle in the bottom of my heart, which was full of tears and my own emotions.

Lee Kelleher just sat there quietly, even though the music video was so simple, even rudimentary, but it moved him, not only because of the song, but also because of the music video. In many cases, the purest and purest are also the most touching.

Lee Kelleher couldn't help but close his eyes, because if he kept them open, the wetness in his eye sockets would gather into water droplets. The sound of the sound of nature revolves around the beam.

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