Great Artist

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Peter Hernandez looked at Evan Bell's figure disappearing at the subway entrance, a little stunned. On the one hand, he was surprised that Evan-Bell actually took the subway back, and on the other hand, he was surprised by the smooth development of things just now.

Two months later, after graduating from high school, Peter-Hernandez had spent more than half of his savings from Hawaii to New York. Originally, he planned to go to Luo Xiu, after all, everyone knows that there is the entertainment center of the United States. But he finally decided to come to New York to try his luck, because he hoped to find his own place in Eleven Studio. Evan Bell, the singer-songwriter who means "hope" to countless independent musicians, is also the greatest hope of Peter Hernandez.

Peter Hernandez, who has been exposed to music under the influence of his father and uncle since he was a child, his idol is Michael Jackson, Elvis Elvis Zeng Leslie, and the ** band... But when he entered high school In the future, his idol is Evan Bell. This young man who has created one musical miracle after another is only three years older than Peter Hernandez, which makes him even more admired. The most important thing is that, from the beginning to the end, Evan-Bell insisted on his own music creation, and would not abandon his original dream because of his musical achievements.

So, Peter Hernandez chose New York. Peter-Hernandez knew very well that with Evan and Bell's current popularity, there should be countless people who submit manuscripts to him every day. He also knows that Evan Bell is very busy every day, and it is impossible to have so much time to listen to every submission, and it is impossible for everyone who comes to find Evan Bell to be successful. But for that glimmer of hope, Peter-Hernandez decided to take action and try.

After submitting for a month without getting any response, Peter Hernandez went to the famous No. 10 Princes Street, but unfortunately stayed there for half a month and did not see Evan Bell. Because Evan...Bell is filming Public Enemy in Chicago. Peter Hernandez decided to try his luck today when he learned that Evan Bell would be present at the groundbreaking ceremony for the Freedom Tower.

As Peter-Hernandez had expected, the crowds at the scene kept him from getting any chance to get close to Evan Bell. But he stayed and waited until the groundbreaking ceremony was over, and when Evan... Bell began to leave, he followed to seek opportunities. The next thing went smoothly indeed beyond Peter-Hernandez's expectations, and the crowd helped him and Evan-Bell kindly accepted him. , which simply made him unable to believe it.

However, although Peter-Hernandez, who will turn 18 next month, doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, he still knows some scattered rumors. After some creators and agents accepted the works of their contributors, they said "must watch", but in fact turned around and threw them into the trash, or put them in the dust collector.

But even so Peter-Hernandez can't do nothing, he can only pray, and teach that Evan-Bell will really listen to him.

But... what if Bell, the friend dog, hears it and brings bad news?

Peter-Hernandez's good mood suddenly vanished. He knew that he had no innate advantage in appearance. He was short and thin, and a strong wind could almost blow him away. Moreover, his skin is dark, and his appearance is not outstanding. What's more, his personality is also very dull, and he doesn't know how to deal with others at all... God. Peter-Hernandez dared not let himself think any longer or his self-confidence would be wiped out.

"I have to believe in myself and believe that Mr. Bell will be satisfied with my creation!" Peter Hernandez clenched his right fist and cheered him on.

Raising his head, the crowd in front of him had dispersed. Peter Hernandez looked at the news media that was still interviewing the crowd, and suddenly felt a little méng. The most important thing today is over, where should I go? Peter-Hernandez lowered his head and took out his pockets, only to find a Hamilton. What can you do with ten dollars, Peter Hernandez, with an empty stomach, decided not to say... . The convenience store buys a sandwich, and the money still needs to solve his food for the next two days. Greenwich Village is a great place to be, and Peter Hernandez fell in love with it after his first visit. When he has nothing to do, he always likes to sit on the bench by the roadside and watch the passers-by. The people here are always free and bold in dressing up. They show off their personalities to their heart's content. Even a low-quality shirt bought for ninety-nine cents can be dressed up as a gorgeous dress by them. In the world of art, everything is possible. That's why Peter Hernandez loves music so much, because in the world of music, he can let out all his emotions.

Recently, Peter Hernandez is crazy about the song "Top Po... He loves Evan Bell's inadvertently revealing the frailty of old age between the caper notes, the kind that is deeply hidden in the melody and the lyrics." The emotions between Evan and Bell are like the secrets in the heart of Evan Bell, which can only be captured by those who really understand his music. Peter Hernandez knows why Evan Bell is so eager for a soulmate, because it is the same as The way they communicate with each other through music is really wonderful, as if sharing a secret that only belongs to two people in broad daylight... Maybe these two people are even strangers who have never met.

Peter Hernandez, holding a sandwich in his left hand, tapped the rhythm of "Top" with his right on his knee, and hummed the phrase "The world is cold, Angels can't fly." The smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but outline, Evan Bell's music always has infinite magic power.

Suddenly, a shock came from Peter Hernandez's pocket, which made the coins in the pocket tremble and drag, and the slight coldness was transmitted to the big tuǐ through the lining of the pocket. He quickly shoved the sandwich into his mouth and took the phone out of his pocket.

An unfamiliar number appeared on the display, and Peter Hernandez frowned slightly. He had no friends in New York, and only a handful of people knew his cell phone number. Although there was a question mark in his head, he still put the phone next to his ear.

Before Peter and Hernandez could speak, a voice came from the opposite side, "Hello, this is Evan Bell. Is that Bruno there?"

Peter Yurnandez froze in place, stupidly not opening his mouth. The voice on the other side came again, "Hi? Is that Bruno there?"

"Yes, yes." Peter Di Hernandez said in a panic, his voice was agitated, the sandwich in his mouth fell directly on the crotch, and the tomato and milk inside made his crotch a mess. He looked down and stood up hastily, with half of the sandwich remaining on the ground.

Peter-Hernandston found himself in trouble, bent over, picked up the sandwich, and threw it into the trash can not far from the bench, mumbling, "Sir, yes, I'm Bruno, I'm It's Peter Hernandez. Damn...why are there no tissues...Sir, I'm really sorry I didn't think of you...you'd call me so soon."

Peter Hernandez threw the debris on the ground into the trash can, and he couldn't take care of the mess on the ground. He stood by the bench, neither standing nor sitting, he could only bow his head nervously.

There was a low laugh from the voice on the other end of the phone, "I have something to do tomorrow and leave New York. I don't want to miss a creative creator. After listening to your OP, I think your creation is still a bit childish. nèn, but it has great potential." These words made Peter Hernandez open his mouth wide and froze in place, but he couldn't say anything. "I don't know if you have time in the afternoon. You can come to No. 10 Prince Street, and we can talk face to face. Of course, I know that time is tight, if..."

"No no, sir, no, I have time, I have time in the afternoon." Peter Hernandez hurriedly interrupted Evan Bell's voice, lest he speak too slowly, and this opportunity will disappear. . "Can I go to Ten Princes Street, please? I'll take the blame now."

"Oh, that's even better. If you come faster, you can still catch our lunch." Evan Bell's voice on the phone was very kind, and just relying on the sound can describe Evan in his mind. Wen Yibel's smiling face.

"Thank you~www.readwn.com~ Mr. Thank you." Peter said that Hernandez's head went blank, he didn't even know what to say, just kept saying thanks, like a robot. Until the voice of "So, see you later" came from the phone, and the busy tone of "beep" reminded Peter... Hernandez had hung up the phone, but he still kept his original posture, holding the phone and standing stupidly in situ.

After a while, this young guy who seems to have been casted with a body-fixing spell became active again. He stood on the spot and jumped and jumped, his hands clenched into fists, and shouted loudly, "I did it! I did it. It's here!" Then, like a child, he trotted all the way and rushed forward. When he met a passerby, he opened his eyes and shouted to others with joy, "I did it!"

Greenwich Village is not unusual for this and the sight, and passersby even applaud to encourage, shouting, "good" boss. "

On the street made of bricks, you can see a... black and thin little boy, like winning the lottery, running wild, with a smile on his face that everyone can clearly see Feeling the joy radiating from him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but draw a pleasing arc.

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