Chapter 497

The other bands backstage were surprised to laugh at the scene. In their eyes, these younger generations have boundless potential, and the stage performance full of tension is refreshing.

In the workshop, Lu Xuefeng closes his eyes, shakes his head, points his fingers to the table and beats gently.

In the audience, Bai Fengji, who looks serious, doesn't jump with the people around her. She stares at Lu Zhengkang on the stage. The boy's eyes look at the horizon and roars until his face turns red. Su Xiang stands behind him on the right side, her white wig shaking like a floating curtain. Her eyes stop on Lu Zhengkang's back, never leaving for a moment.

Everything except

Four young men and women roared on the stage. The people on the stage explained what rock and roll is, shaking their heads and rolling.

Lu Zhengkang can feel that his thinking has been diffused along the vibration of the vocal cord airflow, and diffused along the current.

If there is temperature in his mind, Lu Zhengkang is like a piece of red hot charcoal flying into the fire oil, and the flame and boiling temperature glow in the incandescence.

If passion has weight, then Lu Zhengkang is a huge stone thrown into the pond. He is not only a water wave, but also explodes countless water flowers, so that people can be reckless in his roar.

If the hallucination has smell, all people are addicted to the fresh air rushing straight to the brain. The collective hysteria and Carnival make sober people addicted, and those who are confused are eager to break their neck and legs. In the midday sun, the hot people turned into invisible haze, like a sea of clouds, rolling and floating, flashing thousands of light.

It's just a song, but it has such charm. When the first fuse in the crowd is lit, the flame is unstoppable!

Lu Zhengkang feels that he is connected with his teammates through music. His highly developed brain has reached a deep and beautiful state. Everyone's state in the band is sensed by him. All sound signals, smell signals and even through the reaction of the audience. Although he stands in the front of the team, he seems to be face-to-face with everyone.

[Lu: Su Xiangli, she's a little absent-minded and staring at me. ]

[Lu: Mu Huai has done her best. She is in good shape. ]

[Lu: Lou xunbiao, he's too excited and suppresses his fear, but it's like walking a tightrope. He's too tight and will break at any time. Try to hold on before the end of this song! ]

now, Su huaifei star is a carriage with broken shoes, a steamer with piston broken, a skiff with broken mast driven by Lu Zhengkang, a steamer with iceberg smashed into it. It is flying across the sea of people in the rolling haze, with heavy rain and strong wind.

Time every second is a kind of suffering, the audience cheered for them, but the next second seems to be all issued a lottery.

Finally, Lou xunbiao's first mistake appeared. At this moment, Lu Zhengkang only felt that the moment when the beat was wrong, the time almost stopped. Then, the wrong beat slowly passed, and the next drum beat succeeded.

The music continued. Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes slightly. He knew that his great grandfather must be watching this scene. Although he always said he didn't care, he would be happy if he could make his hard face laugh.

This is a struggle belonging to youth. Rebellious teenagers gather to hoarse their strength on a stage surrounded by more than 10000 people for a so-called dream and a so-called high spirited event.

“…… So I! It's changing!

"It's like a rolling fire!"

Lu Zhengkang enjoys this moment. He is not only a performer but also a manipulator. He is not a monkey in the zoo. He is a singer who makes people crazy with music.

At the end of the song, the audience exclaimed.

"One more!"

"Su huaifei star! Su huaifei

The voice of the whole audience united, shouting Su huaifeixing. These strangers were fascinated by the band composed of four children. Standing on the front Bank of the stormy waves, Lu Zhengkang four people showed happy smile to each other.

"Another one?" Lu Zhengkang said

Su Xiangli and Mu Huai both nodded, but Lou xunbiao waved his hand. He pointed to his leg and trembled numbly.

The audience continued to shout.

Lu Zhengkang stood in front of the microphone, trying to explain something. The voice of the instructor came from the teleprompter in his ear, "there is a classmate who says she can help. She wants to be a drummer."

The four members of the band looked backstage. The cold hearted Wenqing girl, Bai Fengji, came up with her hair, black mask, loose white cotton T-shirt, red "rock'nroll" printed on it, a pair of baggy blue jeans, khaki shoes on her feet, and opening cloth. It was like a cold electric beam into the meeting hall. Everyone was surprised I wonder.

Bai Fengji patted Lou Xun blockhouse, "senior, your drum is really bad. Let's see how I play it. Go back to the backstage and have a rest." Her momentum was so aggressive that Lou Xun couldn't say a word of refutation. In front of him, the black haired girl's eyes were like a camera. He was frozen stiff, but he felt the flame in his cold eyes. He quickly delivered the drumstick and moved back to the backstage.Sitting in front of the drum, Bai Fengzhen turns his drumstick, just like a student turns his pen, and a swordsman turns his sword. Backstage musicians are a bright, have said: "this is a professional look, much better than just that."

The monitor's tone is flat. In the time when there is no poetry, she is always like a long gun. She goes straight up and down, leaving no leeway. "Next song, come on, what do you want to play?"

Lu Zhengkang laughed, "the monitor is coming!"

Su Xiangli ran over excitedly and hugged Bai Fengzhen, "Why are you here?"

Mu Huai tilted his head, "you haven't practiced with us before, can you?"

"Certainly."

Lu Zhengkang's heart is already boundless and hearty. He reaches up to the microphone and says, "the next song, for you," no one is sad without ideals "

it's another old song. Few people know it on stage, but they are willing to applaud, not for any band or song, just for the joy of the festival.

The prelude to the synthesizer was followed by cheers.

"My favorite record store,

" yesterday was his last day,

"fragments that once intoxicated me,

" all scattered on the street... "

This song, Lu Xuefeng once sang for two children in a pickup truck, now, Lu Zhengkang is on the stage of attention, speaking for his grandfather alone.

"I don't want to die alone in failure!! I don't want to live underground all the time!! Material fraud! Ants in a hurry! People without culture are not sad! "

The boiling sound of the crowd passed along the live video. Granddad sat in the workshop, shaking his head, only laughing on his face, already very happy.