1419 as silent as a cicada
“weasel weasel, weasel weasel, weasel weasel.”
The full and surging drumbeats are surging in my ears, raging crazily in the entire practice room like a storm. At first, the output was neat and steady, even and continuous, but gradually, the rhythm lost control. Even a layman can It was clear that all the power and rhythm had become a mess, and the changes in priorities completely blurred the boundaries..
Visible to the naked eye, his right hand struck the drum with ferocity, and the entire drum began to clang, sway violently up and down, left and right, as if the entire drum set was on the verge of collapse - a direct collapse on the physical level..
This is obviously not the correct way to hit a beat drum.
But Andrew still did not relax. He was playing obsessively, and the violent percussion swept over him in an endless stream. His eyes could not catch any chaos, but stared straight at the drum set in front of him. His motionless gaze exposed the dark atmosphere layer by layer, and instantly burst out with a chilling madness..
Is this a matter of rules, or is it just a random act?？
Andrew's crazy blows are entering a magical and weird realm. The monotonous sound of the blows is repeatedly performing the double jump technique, and the speed is increasing bit by bit. It's like driving a car. The brakes of a speeding sports car have failed, and the entire speed has been out of control. However, the driver can only hold the steering wheel tightly, concentrate all his attention, and try his best to control. However, the situation is still slowly approaching. out of control.
If they are the top professional drivers of Formula One, maybe they can control this life and death speed in the palm of their hands; but if they are a rookie driver of the road killer, then such speed may lead to a devastating disaster at any time..
And Andrew？
He is like a talented racing driver with talent and inspiration. He can control such speed, but he is still a little reluctant. He grits his teeth and forces out his best state, and he can briefly control the situation, right here. At that time, the limitations of youthfulness and immaturity made things escape from the palm of my hand, so I started to be irritable, nervous, and violent. Then, the situation slowly deviated from the expected track..
The picture of "gradually going off track" is clearly and accurately displayed..
……
Everyone present was watching Renly with rapt attention. Even a layman who had no research or interest in drums could feel the tension and danger at this moment, and his heart could not help but contract. My breath was caught in my throat, and I was just frozen in place..
It is unimaginable that the feeling of losing control, sliding step by step towards hell, is presented in front of you. Every bystander who watched the previous performance can really feel the subtle changes at this time: more arrogant, More wanton, more restless, even the drum beats are tainted with that emotion.
No wonder people always say that music can reflect the color of the soul, and this is true for all art. Therefore, sadness and pain can always give birth to more art that will last forever..
For people, disaster is torture, but for art, disaster is soil.
Appreciating the beauty of art and watching the creation of art are two completely different things. For every viewer, the feelings and moods are also different, but it is undeniable that these two processes are the most important in life. beautiful part.
Hold your breath, no one is exempt.
No, maybe someone is an exception. For example, Melissa Benoist.
Paul Walker folded his hands on his chest and looked at Renly intently. The obsessive playing had lasted for three minutes, but Renly still didn't stop. Vaguely, Paul seemed to see him again. Renly's wound burst, and the dark red blood seeped out slowly, covering it under the band-aid..
This made Paul involuntarily tighten his fingertips, and then he realized that his fist had been completely clenched, and the fingertips that continued to tighten had touched the temperature of the palm, and the polished nails were sharply piercing into the muscles, which was faintly The pain caused the tense nerves to sway a little, but it was fleeting..
“bang bang.”
Paul could feel a gentle tap on his shoulder. It was not a loud knock, but a light touch. There was a faint hint of caution, as if he was testing cautiously and cautiously, just like on the set. , the filming was in progress, but the staff had an emergency and needed to find other colleagues, so they used this method to remind each other and try to avoid creating any subtle potential movements..
Years of working on the crew kept Paul alert. He turned his head reflexively, and then he saw a completely unfamiliar figure. Only then did he realize that this was not his crew, so why would someone be looking for him during filming? ? This made him frown slightly, showing doubts in his eyes..
“Hey, Paul. I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you." The other party showed a bright smile, stretched out his right hand in a flattering manner, and tried to shake hands with Paul..
Paul froze on the spot, because he was so unexpected and shocked that he didn't know how to react: What on earth is going on? What is happening now? Why did this happen on set? Why did a person appear in front of him and introduce himself to him?？
If it were a normal occasion, with Paul's personality, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he would definitely respond kindly and wouldn't even mind talking to the other person..
But now？
Paul stared at the other person quietly, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't know how to respond, so he remained in a state of dumbfounded astonishment, slowly turned his head, didn't pay attention or respond, and then quietly looked at Renly again , as if nothing had happened just now, enjoying Renly's performance again.
Melissa was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a reaction from Paul, but she thought about it seriously and still did not give up. She lightly tapped Paul on the shoulder again, and before Paul could turn around, she said, "You are Did you come here specifically to visit the class? It seems that you and Renly are really good friends..”
“lie！”
A low voice immediately rang in my ears. It was not Paul, but Ryan Gosling..
Melissa turned her head and saw Ryan's glaring expression. Even though he didn't say anything, the anger and irritability in his eyes were projected so sharply that it hit him hard like a wall. Come here, Melissa suddenly felt dizzy..
Melissa couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and she looked at Ryan with great grievance, as if she didn't understand what she had done wrong. A faint tear appeared, and she bit her lower lip gently, as if she was trying hard. Calm yourself down instead of collapsing on the spot.
Such a gesture, in Ryan's eyes, is just a shoddy performance, and he won't buy it at all; but the problem now is that the filming scene is concentrating on work, how should he deal with it? Especially for a girl like this, the slightest bit of stimulation may cause things to escalate, which is definitely not a good thing for Renly who is working..
Ryan's eyes widened, and he glared at Melissa fiercely. He gritted his teeth secretly, and the cold edges on his face became more and more distinct. He was silent but sent a signal, giving a warning firmly, as if Say: If you don't shut up, things won't be so simple..
Then, Ryan turned his head and looked at Renly again..
Melissa stood there, her mouth squirming, but in the end she didn't say anything more. She also looked at the crew filming in the practice room, looking at Renly with resentment..
“Bang！”
Without warning, a loud noise exploded, startling Melissa. She quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth, looking at Renly in disbelief.——
At this time, like the Hulk who had completed his transformation, he clenched his fist and hit the head of the jazz drum hard, the first time, the second time, and then the strong and elastic drum head turned out like It was like paper and easily torn through, and the jazz drum had turned into scrap metal..
what just happened？
Hitting, hitting, Andrew's muscles gradually became tense. His whole body was like a fully stretched bowstring, precarious and trembling, as if he was in a crisis of falling apart at any time. Then, rhythm and power He had already lost control, and the drumbeats became completely chaotic. The shackles of his hands and feet made him feel more and more irritable and irritable..
However, the more you struggle and resist, the tighter the feeling of restraint becomes, and you will almost be out of breath. If you don't break out, you will probably end in such a dull way - don't break out in silence, just stay in silence. perished, so he broke out.
Angrily and angrily, he hit the drum and the jazz drum. He swung the bloody drumstick out and started to "hit" with his bare hands. One punch and another, he hit the drum hard. Drum head, bang! Bang! The deep muffled sound was like thunder behind the thick clouds, rolling and rumbling, but the heavy rain never came down..
In the end, the drum head was torn like this.
That sense of explosion, that sense of catharsis, that sense of explosion released all the power hidden in the muscles. Even though the drum surface was torn, he still didn't stop and beat the jazz drum hard. He kicked him directly, and all the anger that was curled up and suppressed in his chest turned into swear words, "Grass! Grass! Grass! You are just a piece of shit! Grass! I'm going to kill you! Kill you."！”
The thunderous fury swept across mightily, and the air in the entire practice room began to compress, and everyone closed their mouths and remained silent..
Melissa's eyes widened, showing an innocent look again, and she couldn't help but hiccup in fright: hiccup.
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