880 Carrying dreams
Gradually, gradually, the melody stopped, and the curling singing voice floated and surged in the air, leaving a touch of sadness and a touch of joy, as gentle as the sunshine at four o'clock in the afternoon, light and soft..
The turbulent emotions slowly calmed down; the bitterness surged on the tip of his tongue, and the reality of reality swept over him. It was clear and real like never before. He finally felt the pain of the wound. He had been numb for too long, ignored for too long, and now it was finally all over. It broke out, the pain of loss was too turbulent and too real, dripping with blood, and I couldn't bear to look directly at it..
But, now I finally found it. Only then can the wound begin to heal..
Opening his eyes again, the blurry and colorful sight gradually became clear, and then Renly saw old Frank very close at hand, with a rough and rough face full of wind and frost. He was sitting in the empty seat next to him, and Renly stood a distance away, holding a beer glass in his hand and taking a swig..
As if aware of Renly's gaze, Old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face. He did not ask or be curious, he just glanced at it casually, then withdrew his gaze and said in a rough voice, " buy you a beer？”
“OK." Renly replied..
He picked up the beer and took a sip. The sourness overflowed, and Renly couldn't help but laugh. He laughed widely, "Damn, this beer tastes really bad.".”
Old Frank laughed muffledly and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, this damn tastes terrible." But after saying that, he still picked up the wine glass, raised his head and took a big sip, sighing heavily, "God, It tastes so bad that it makes you want to commit suicide..”
“So, is this the same thing as absinthe? "Renly's teasing, the young bartender standing at the bar couldn't understand at all, but old Frank laughed heartily and said "Yes" repeatedly..
Poets are always like this, they like the burning of absinthe, but hate the harsh taste of absinthe. Every time they create, they always experience torture, pain and happiness..
Reality lingered at his fingertips, surged in his chest, and settled in his mind; like never before, Renly felt the reality with his feet on the ground. Heather passed away, leaving behind a dream that she could not fulfill, and left this world forever..
Not only the dream of participating in "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on the stage, using music to interpret myself, and using music to change the world..
“"Don Quixote" album carries the dreams of George Strand and Stanley Charleson, as well as the dream of Heather Cross; now, Renly will carry Heather's dream, It is also his dream as an artist to move on. He is an actor and a singer.
At the Grammy Awards ceremony, Renly felt this clearly when he received the Album of the Year trophy; but today he took it a step further, with unprecedented certainty and unprecedented depth..
Of course, he is not destined to be a qualified singer.
He does not compose songs on a regular basis, he does not produce albums on a regular basis, and he does not hold concerts on a regular basis, and he does not perform for the sake of Grammy, market, or publicity; he is an actor who performs On the road, he still has countless goals to achieve and countless challenges to try. He still aspires to become a top actor.
But, maybe after "Don Quixote", there may be a second album. Although Renly can't see any shadow so far, and there is no guarantee when it will be released. If the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms. , enthusiastically embracing the second album.
In his new life, he doesn't want to nor will he leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again.".”
Such as now.
Turning his head, Renly's eyes fell on Old Frank next to him, and he said with a smile, "Hey, can you lend me your guitar? Or, do you want to join us?？”
Old Frank looked at Renly blankly..
He didn't know Renly, so he couldn't be blamed. Firstly, there was no photo of Renly on the "Don Quixote" album, and even on the inner page of the physical album, there was only one; secondly, " "Don Quixote" has never been promoted in any form. For senior music lovers who never care about gossip news, there is no way to understand it; thirdly, what they like is the music of the album itself, not the singer..
However, Old Frank still showed a smile, "You also like music? Welcome, of course." Old Frank took a big sip of beer, greeted him proactively, and led Renly onto the stage, "If you need anything, feel free to use it. What musical instruments do you usually use?？”
“Piano and guitar." Renly followed closely and walked up..
The platform in front of us is not so much a stage as it is an open space. It is just a small area with high stools, musical instruments and a garden placed, which becomes the stage; even the simple and generous style of the pioneer village is The fully equipped stage is much more complete than here..
“Popularity? "Old Frank said with great interest, his eyes sparkled when he mentioned music, guessing the type of music Renly was best at..
Renly chuckled lightly, "Just enjoying the music." There was no direct answer..
Old Frank didn't mind, and nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course. Enjoying music, this is the most essential and important thing." Then, Old Frank handed the guitar to Renly and said enthusiastically, "I have already tuned it just now. The strings are tight, but my fingers are heavier and the strings are tightened. Look at how it feels in your hand..”
Renly sat on the high stool without being polite, took the guitar, briefly touched the strings a few times, and began to adjust it skillfully, "Excuse me, are you willing to play with me? If you don't mind, you can Give me a little drumbeat? Or is that not polite?？”
“No, it won't." Old Frank waved his hands repeatedly, "What kind of music do you want to play? My drum skills are terrible, I can only give you some basic beats.”
Renly showed a cheerful smile, "No, basic drum beats are enough." After saying that, Renly recalled seriously for a moment, the melody in his mind was flowing slowly, but also passionately, following the inspiration, He started high-fiving and beating the beat.
Old Frank sat down behind the drum kit and tentatively began to hit the drum head, following Renly's beat..
Renly nodded in affirmation, "The power is a little heavier, yes; then when it cuts to the chorus, you switch to this beat." The two people communicated back and forth, a little unfamiliar and stumbling, but in harmony. Harmony, immersed in the world of music, full of grace and comfort.
The drums played in a measured and steady manner. Renly lowered his head and played the guitar strings. The tinkling sound of the strings was like the sound of melting ice and snow. It was sharp and clear, filled with a breath of vitality, passing through the bleakness and coldness of winter. , heading towards the warmth and brightness of spring.
That clear and translucent melody, like the first ray of sunrise in the morning, tears through the thick night curtain, passes through the layers of fog, falls on the slender fingertips, reflects the thick eyelashes, and sparsely but brightly falls down; a touch of warmth is in The dry breath blew over the cheeks, and unconsciously, the corners of the mouth quietly raised.
“May you take a brave leap and be fearless; may you build a high wall when the water rises; may people call your name when they cheer; may others flee, but you may face it calmly.”
Renly's mellow and warm voice travels through the bright musical notes, weaving a beautiful and moving poem, which comes from the depth of his soul and his determination, step by step, so solid, so sure, and so persistent and resolute Move forward. Simple guitar strings and bright drum beats alternately dance, bit by bit outlining the high morale and bright hope behind the melody.
Old Frank couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the back of the young man in front of him with a face full of surprise and astonishment..
This is a piece that I have never heard before. Between the simple chords, there is a burst of perseverance. Between the moving lyrics, there is a burst of determination. In the clean and transparent voice, it is transformed into Complexity becomes simplicity, but simplicity controls complexity. Inadvertently, I was shocked and moved, and my soft heart began to tremble slightly..
“May you fall in love, but be covered with bruises. Only through vicissitudes of life can you realize the truth; may you avoid suffering, but remember the pain; may you be able to shout when the end comes: I have given everything, and I have no regrets.！”
“"I-Did-It-All" is just such a simple and straightforward statement, but it expresses all the ups and downs and vicissitudes in life, as well as all the joy and satisfaction in life..
This is a motto dedicated to Heather Cross. This is also the voice from Don Quixote. This is the cry deep in the soul of every dreamer..
They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred but indestructible, they fly into the flame but shine brightly, they are a group of stupid and extreme loners, but at the end of their lives, they release all their energy, proud and satisfied shouting：
I gave it my all, I have no regrets.
“I cherish every minute and every second that this world can give me. I have read thousands of mountains and rivers. I have overcome thorns along the way. Even if I am broken into pieces, I swear that this life will not be in vain. (I-Swear-I-Lived)）！”
In the passionate melody, Renly's song spreads its wings and flies into the sky. The trembling deep in the soul is trembling. Sing to your heart's content, cheer to your heart's content, dance to your heart's content, and enjoy to your heart's content: Even if I am shattered into pieces, I swear that this life will not be in vain..
This is his life, this is his dream, this is his path, this is his persistence.
Along the way, there were stumbling blocks and thorns everywhere; along the way, he worked hard and was covered with wounds; along the way, it was difficult and full of difficulties. However, he has never regretted it, and he will not regret it. Even if he is bruised and scarred, even if he overcomes thorns and thorns, he will never regret it. , even if he is broken into pieces, even if he kneels on his knees, he will reach the end. He will not give up, let alone shrink, because this is his belief and his existence..
As Renly Hall, he lived. He truly existed. Not doing nothing, not living an ignoble existence, not being timid, not muddle along, not deceiving himself and others, but truly living, pursuing and following his own way. His own dream, bloom his own light. This is his life, he will not leave any regrets.
In this life, in this life, at the end of his life, even if he is broken into pieces, he swears that this life will never be in vain.！
I swear.
Note: I-Lived——One-Republi，.
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