Chapter 832

"When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."

Lan Li's singing spread through the microphone, without the package of musical symbols, the sadness and bitterness hidden in the lyrics and melody slowly permeated out. At this moment, they are not Cleopatra, but Don Quixote.

In the original novel, Don Quixote lies on the sickbed, dying and dying. Before his death, his heart was full of regret and regret. He denied his life, his dream and his meaning; However, after thousands of years, through the shackles of the novel, Don Quixote revives again, this time, he is no longer a person.

Heather cross raised her hands high, but there was a bright smile on her embarrassed cheek. Her trembling legs were almost unstable, but she stubbornly and firmly straightened her back, exhausted her last strength, stood up, and then began to beat the rhythm with her hands.

"Pa Pa Pa! Pa Pa Pa The light and joyful rhythm, lonely and lonely, reverberates gently in the boundless darkness, just like a feather falling from the sky, so light that it has no power, but outlines the breathtaking beauty and magnificence in the drifting.

Heather's movements were clumsy. She couldn't spread her hand completely. She could only use the lower part of her hand to hit her. Her voice was dull and depressing. There was almost no applause. But she didn't care. She just patted firmly, "Pa Pa Pa!" It's the beat of Cleopatra's drum. It's like the fast beat of mountains and rivers. One after another, it reverberates in my mind.

Heather's thin body, at this moment, is like a big tree in the sky, supporting the vastness of the whole sky, standing in the desolation of the whole earth, just like the ancient poetry, echoing far away.

Ellie raised her hands, Derek raised his hands, hope raised his hands, William raised his hands, Leslie raised his hands... The audience of 20000 people, their arms were all raised, standing up into a dense forest, joining the ranks of heather and supporting the whole world together.

"Pa Pa Pa!" The roaring applause was like a torrential wave. The whole stage burst out with incredible energy and light. Finally, it gathered on Lan Li and generated incredible thunder, reverberated and reverberated again. The lofty sentiments of pointing out the country thoroughly ignited the surging passion.

As a result, Lan Li stood up, straightened up the microphone stand again, and quickly danced his left hand over the guitar strings. The gurgling melody gradually derived the roar of the waves, like the Yellow River flowing into the sea, which reverberated in the Madison Square Garden. The clang of jingo TieMa, like a storm, made people lost, but also made people revel.

Sadness evolves into majestic; Bitter and astringent, evolved into magnificent; Regret, evolved into natural and unrestrained. Cleopatra, Don Quixote, hold up your hands and dance as if this is the last day of your life!

"I was Cleopatra, I was a young actor, when you knelt down at my window and begged for my hand; I'm so sad because I'm wearing a long black dress, my father is sleeping in the coffin, and I don't have any plans

Dancing, the audience began to dance, stirring their shoulders, jumping, shaking their heads, hitting their hands, so they freely danced, humming tunes in their mouth, following the guidance of lanli, entering their own world and having a wild carnival.

"I left muddy footprints on the carpet. When you leave, it becomes as stiff as my heart; But I have to admit, I will immediately agree to your proposal, curse your wife, in order to stay with you, I would like to be your lover

The more and more exciting guitar melody, after reaching its peak, suddenly stops. It's like standing on a cliff, with the wind blowing, hunting and whistling, you can fly in the wind with your hands open. The next second, jump, "but too late, everything is too late, I missed the love of my life. When I die, when I die, I won't miss it again.

Laughing, singing, dancing... Unconsciously, tears blurred the vision again, smile more and more brilliant, dance more and more happy, but the bitter and sad tongue, but more and more turbulent.

Through the blurred and colorful sight, Heather can see the Madison Square Garden like a boiling sea. The audience are jumping and surging. Even the volcanic eruption is not enough to describe the grand occasion in front of him. The whole ocean has reached the boiling point, gurgling and rolling, dense steam connecting the sky and the earth, and the world is shrouded in a bright golden light and winding fog.

She is not alone. In addition to her, there are 20000 people, full of 20000 people, crying and laughing with her, singing and dancing together, lonely and lonely together, moving forward together, dreaming together, being born and dying together.

At this moment, they are the happiest people in the world.

"The only gifts God gave me were a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costumes were just right, so I would play my part well. I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be higher than the roof, but all the past has gone with the wind; Now the nurse in the white shoes leads me back to the guest room. It's just a bed and a bathroom, a place to the end. "

In the ups and downs, the melody stops here. Lan Li stopped his hands sketching the strings, raised his head and quietly looked at the surging sea of people in front of him. He sighed and was helpless, happy and proud. Countless emotions were surging in his chest. Inexplicably, his nose was slightly sour.

At the moment, he stands here, without any defense, mask, hypocrisy or cover up. He opens his heart to music as a bridge and stage as a position, showing his soul and dream, his past and present, and his pursuit and persistence. Unprecedented vulnerability, but also unprecedented strength.

Listen, there's a song coming from the scene.

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, the love of my life." The audience, singing in unison, the uniform singing, swept in a mighty way, everyone raised their hands, everyone sang heartily, everyone unloaded their hearts to enjoy it.

That disorderly and weak song, a bunch of a bunch to gather together, twisted into a rope, burst out a powerful to suffocating force.

Heather laughs and smiles brightly. She sings with all her strength, joining every audience and every Don Quixote. The words and sounds were so difficult for her, but she didn't care. She just sang loudly, crazily and enthusiastically, "when I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."

This moment of happiness is so turbulent that people can't forget it. God, she really loves this stage, she is so crazy for this man, she is so lucky to be a member of tonight.

The neat singing, some unstable tone, and even some floating, no music, no drums, and even no melody, explains the most moving and beautiful essence of Cleopatra——

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, the love of my life." Lanli once again outlined the strings, just like a minstrel, slowed down the pace, slowed down the pace, hummed softly, the hoarse voice curled in the final sound, like the faint smoke lingering around the fingertips, which made people intoxicated and lost.

The audience seemed to have a deep feeling. At the same time, they closed their mouths and stopped clapping their hands, but they didn't put down their arms. They just looked at the stage quietly and listened to Lan Li's singing. They felt the rhythm and power of the beating heart. The blood was still burning wantonly. There was an eternal call in their silent ears.

"When Don Quixote dies alone, when Don Quixote dies alone, we won't miss it again."

Looking up at the man in the spotlight, Heather's cheek glowed, and the smile from the corner of her mouth settled into the bottom of her eyes, shining and shining in the hazy tears.

The moving melody, which is like a poem or a song, has a different meaning in the slightly changed lyrics. The trailing ending is lingering in the winding of the curling strings. Finally, the melody stops and the song ends, leaving only the surging thoughts and aftertaste floating in the air.

Heather could not help humming, "when Don Quixote dies alone, we won't miss it again." That is close to the murmur of humming, as if the echo of the soul, only they can hear; But it seems that the Oracle from nature reverberates in the whole world.

She does not want to regret, she does not want to give up, she does not want to miss.

She will pick herself up and stand on the stage of "American Idol"; She will continue on the road of music and become a real singer; She will start to recover again and fight against illness, looking forward to one day when she can set foot on the journey and see the world outside Mount Sinai Hospital; She will pick up the spirit, firmly hold life, let every day change a different color.

She's only sixteen years old, and she still has many regrets and wishes. She won't give up. Full sprint, hard work, until the real end of life, that day, that moment, she will not miss her own death. But before that, she will stand up again with her own feet and recreate the future with her own hands.

"Hoo", in a flash, the lights went out. In the long and poetic melody of Cleopatra, Madison Square Garden falls into darkness again“ One man's concert "is over.

In the dark, everyone looked at each other: should they call Encore? Should they end there? Should they be ready to break up?

Then Heather called out, "Don Quixote!" Sound from weak to grand, from calm to turbulent, and finally form a storm, grand and grand to the curtain. Tonight, they are all Don Quixote.