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136 Dance your heart out

The brisk rhythm is like the sun dancing under the blue sky, and the sad lyrics are like the water plants floating under the sea. The contradictory emotions are harmoniously blended together. The sadness and bitterness in the laughter slowly spread on the tip of the tongue. Come on.

Hope looked at Renly in the halo with tears in his eyes. His face gradually became blurry, as if the beauty in a dream was fading away, but the smile at the corner of his mouth spread slightly, as if he was devoted to it. The stones of the heart lake.

Involuntarily, Hope's lips followed Renly's, outlining a similar arc, but tears slowly slid down her cheeks, and then...she began to dance briskly. She didn't know what was going on. , she simply wanted to dance, and the cheerful singing came to her ears, and her body couldn't help but sway with the rhythm, as if every cell could naturally feel the call of the melody..

“Oh, Ophelia, you stick in my mind like a drug; Oh, Ophelia, it's God who makes a fool like me fall in love.”

Oh, Ophelia, do you hear that? Someone discovered your beauty, someone cherished your existence, someone recalled your story, not only Hamlet, not only Laertes, but also you, Ophelia.

Hope opened her arms and spun around happily. The warm night wind seemed to grow wings under her arms. She only needed to lightly tap her feet to spread her wings and fly high. She was so happy, so happy, So happy, but the tears can't stop, like broken pearls, falling in big drops.

If you miss it, you still miss it after all. Just like Cleopatra missed Antony, Hamlet also missed Ophelia. In another world, is there anyone who can be like Ophelia, who can be single-minded and carefree? Love Hamlet unconditionally? In the real world, is there anyone who can abandon everything and love someone so purely and deeply like Ophelia??

“Oh, Ophelia, you've been in my mind since the beginning of the century; Oh, Ophelia, it's God who makes a fool like me fall in love.”

Happiness is a journey, not a destination, so work as if you don't need money; love as if you've never been hurt; sing as if no one is listening; dance as if no one is listening. Pay attention; live as if today is the end of the world.

Hope danced to his heart's content, spinning around wantonly, relaxing himself, wandering in the melody, letting all his emotions run wild like a wild horse. Hot tears fell from his eyes, fell on the corner of his mouth, and turned into a tear. The smile is brighter than the stars, lighting up the entire night sky.

Night, just right.

William raised his hands high, followed Ed's beat, beat his hands, stepped on the steps of tap dance, and danced happily. Since he was nine years old, the school has performed tap dance, and was praised by the senior class. After the rugby players laughed at him, he never performed again. The long time made him almost think that he had forgotten these dance steps, but at this moment, they seemed to be dormant in his blood and never disappeared. He was reawakened. After that, dance freely and wantonly.

As the corners of his mouth rose, his heart flew high. He had almost forgotten that dancing was such a wonderful thing and that he was so immersed in it. Why did he give up in the first place? The memory seems to have become blurred, and those unfamiliar faces have long become passers-by in life, so why should he worry about their opinions??

He should not change himself for others, nor does he want to change himself for others. Just like Ophelia, she sticks to the cleanest piece of pure land deep in her heart, as if running wildly, as if today is the last day of her life general.

Graham had just gone to the bar. When he came out, he saw such a scene and couldn't help but froze on the spot..

Looking at the smile on William's face, he could hardly remember the last time William was so happy, so he also danced clumsily, matching the melody and rhythm, twisting his limbs uncoordinatedly. Not only did I not feel shy with my funny moves, I actually enjoyed it because everyone around me was dancing, turning the place into a sea of ​​joy..

Renly's eyes were shining with tears, and the faint sadness lingered in the lyrics, gliding silently under the boundless night sky, like a bird without feet, must try its best to flap its wings, once it stops, it will be the end of life. ; But looking at the dancing people in front of me, the smile on the corner of my mouth bloomed. Ophelia, that is the purity and beauty that has never disappeared, forever lighting up the road ahead..

The melody stopped, the singing stopped, and the dance steps also stopped..

Everyone turned and looked at the two people who had just finished playing. I don’t know who it was. The first one whistled and then clapped hard, "Well done! Man!" "Brilliant! Brother!" "One more song, one more song!"...exclamations came one after another, and the applause became more and more concentrated. Everyone used such actions to vent the remaining emotions and confusion in their hearts..

At this time, people noticed that the team of just six or seven people had grown to more than thirty people in an instant. They were standing scattered on the street corner, turning the place into a small performance venue..

Elliot Court's eyes widened, looking at everything that happened in front of him in disbelief. He looked down at the footage recorded by the camera in his hand, and his mood couldn't help but rise..

He arrived a little late. After taking pictures of Jim and Todd, he gave up the excitement of "Glee" and walked along the street to look for Renly - after all, he felt that he shouldn't miss it. By the time he arrived at the scene, the song had already entered the second half. Everyone was singing and dancing, dancing freely. Renly, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked a little embarrassed, but he fit in wonderfully. It seemed that in an environment like the street, he is the most real, but that suit looks a little in the way.

Elliot didn't have time to figure out the whole story - just now Renly was accepting the Emmy Award, so how could he be performing on the street in the blink of an eye? Which award winner today is not surrounded by reporters on three levels inside and outside, interviewing them immediately about their feelings after winning the award? Why is Renly here??

None of this is important. What is important is that Elliot immediately turned on the camera and recorded it as a video. Unfortunately, he was not able to record it from the beginning..

“Renly, what was that song called? Did you create it live? "Elliot's shouts were not abrupt in the noise, but also won the support of other audience members, who all started to chime in, "What song is that?"?”

“‘Ophelia'." Renly barely thought before the title came out of his mouth..

In fact, the melody framework of this song is relatively thin. Normally, a song is between three and four minutes, but the song just now is only two and a half minutes. Including the intro, it can be longer. A little bit. This is just a little tune that came out of my mood tonight. But obviously, the audience didn’t think so..

“What a great song! "Wonderful, so wonderful, I love it!" "Put it on iTunes sometime, I will buy it first." "Yes, yes, put it on the shelves as soon as possible. I am still thinking about it now." "Do the lyrics have any meaning?" I feel like I can't understand some of Shakespeare's poems." "Ophelia is the character in Hamlet, so it must be meaningful..”……

There was a lot of discussion, and Renly didn't need to answer at all. Everyone was already thinking on their own, which made Renly smile..

“Renly, will this song ever be released? "Hope eagerly took a small step forward, looking at Renly with longing eyes. The noisy discussion next to him actually paused for a moment..

Renly originally thought that everyone had already discussed it and no longer needed his answer, but now the question was thrown again. He shrugged, "Why not? I think I can use this money for my rent." Extra income." Those joking words made everyone burst into laughter..

“I will definitely buy it! "It should be put on the shelves faster, I can't wait!" "I will tell my friends when I get back that I got another good song tonight."”……

Renly could feel the real excitement and joy. He suddenly understood why Stanley Charleson was so keen on sharing music, because whether it was happiness or sadness, whether it was regret or satisfaction, it could all be shared. . Just like a performance, everyone perceives something different from the melody. It is not only a communication bridge between the audience, the singer and the creator, but also a bridge between people..

This is a very private thing, because the melody touches the most secret emotions deep in the heart, a secret that only you know. Therefore, when you learn that a stranger likes the same melody as you, you feel nervous and excited. , the mixed emotions of apprehension and excitement are extremely subtle..

It seems that he should indeed share "Ophelia" with this group of strangers who meet by chance but have bonded with each other..

“Hey Renly, are you Renly? The rich young man from 'Pacific War'? "At this time, the onlookers finally reacted, and the length of the reflex arc was a bit exaggerated, "But, shouldn't you attend the Emmy Awards ceremony tonight... Oh! "Before the question could be finished, the person involved reacted - the Nokia Theater is just across the street..

“Look, isn’t this an Emmy trophy? Aha, congratulations! "Passers-by noticed the trophy in the piano case, and began to congratulate one after another. Everyone began to take out coins and banknotes from their pockets, and threw them into the piano case, "Man, thank you, thank you for letting us enjoy a Have a wonderful night", "Brother, remember to upload the single, I also plan to introduce it to my girlfriend", "I am so lucky tonight, congratulations!”……

The continuous compliments made Renly a little embarrassed - he was not the protagonist of the performance here..

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