Chapter 854

"Langley, you're a great singer."

"I really envy you, and I envy you, because you can squander your talents."

"Langley, I want to be a singer, too."

"Can I really? Can I really get on the stage of "American Idol"

"Lanli, I've decided that I'm going to take part in this year's" American Idol. "

"Yes, I want to sing the song" beast. ". You don't make an album. I can only ask you to sing it again. "

"Thank you. Thank you for fulfilling your promise. The concert is really wonderful. I told you that you belong to that stage. "

"Shh, that's our secret."

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At this moment, he, Langley hall, is a singer. Shouldering the dreams that don't belong to him but become a part of his soul, Stanley Charlson, Neil Tucson, George strand, Herbert Jones... And Heather cross, all of them strive to run towards the end and finally stand on the stage of Grammy.

Joy, excitement, excitement, shock, incredible. Innumerable emotions in the chest rampant, too turbulent, too violent, so that the chest began to faint pain, the gurgling warm current, suddenly unable to defend, severely hit the bridge of the nose, a burst of acid.

Tear, break through the dark blockade of the side platform, meet the bright halo of the stage, and then, the whole person bathed in the light.

The audience applauded; The whole audience stood up collectively; All of you, Yamato. The overwhelming applause pushed the atmosphere of tonight's award ceremony to a climax——

They were surprised by Adele's final failure, and they were also surprised by the birth of Langley; However, they are happy with the re emergence of folk songs, and they are also happy with the revival of the stagnant music industry.

More importantly, they admire the audacity and madness of Don Quixote. No one, literally no one, dares to make such an album in the whole industry.

But Langley did.

So, the entire staples stadium, everyone stood up and applauded, sent a high respect. There is no exception.

Surging warm applause, reverberate, reverberate again; Surge, surge again. At this moment, they are crowding the earth, and they are making history.

Paul McCartney stood in the same place, holding the gramophone trophy in his hand, waiting for lenley with a smile on his face. At last, he took the initiative to step forward, handed the trophy to the nearest lenley, patted lenley's arm warmly and said, "thank you." Not congratulations, but thanks. The weight of a simple word is more than a thousand words.

Lan Li took the cup in both hands, politely expressed his thanks and stood in front of the microphone again. For the third time tonight.

It's so incredible, and it's so incredible. He didn't even expect the first time, let alone the third. Standing in the same place, my mind is blank. The gramophone trophy in my hand is so heavy that I press it heavily on my palm and chest. It's almost breathless. I gently pull the softness of my heart, a burst of bitterness.

Lan Li stood in a daze, without opening his mouth or moving. He was trying hard to digest the unexpected result. That tall and straight shoulders and tall figure, in the light of the sky, appears so small, but so strong.

The audience applauded for the second time. This time, there were whistles, shouts and noises. Everyone was cheering and cheering for Lan Li, and everyone was blessing her. That loud and sensational sound, so that the eyes of the gorgeous lights surging passion to stir up, the whole world has fallen into a vast white halo, everything has lost its original outline.

Involuntarily, lanli's fingertips closed up. This gramophone trophy is so heavy, so hot, so special. In a flash, unprepared, his eyes were filled with light warmth. Lan Li closed his eyes in a panic and grasped the cup with great force. The sharp edges hurt his palm, which managed to control his out of control mood. So embarrassed.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and lanli opens his mouth to the microphone.

The noise and noise of the audience gradually subsided, and they listened to Lan Li's speech of winning the prize. The first two speeches were still fresh in memory. What about the third one? But... All the audience were shocked and looked at Lan Li. What's the award speech?

"So we got up and searched for our destiny in the dark. I saw you scarred last night. I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."

It's not a prize winning speech. It's a song. Lan Li's third acceptance speech of winning the prize, unexpectedly and strangely chose Qingsheng to sing a song.

No accompaniment, no lights, just a voice. In this way, Lan Li stood quietly in the same place and began to sing. He stripped off all the modified singing, but restored the most sincere, honest and vivid emotion of the music and showed it in front of everyone.

"The night is boundless, I have nothing to do. My eyes are full of flames. They have never been extinguished because of silence. They are beautiful and crown."

The calm and moving song, with a touch of sadness, a touch of loneliness, a touch of helplessness, sounded in the entire staples stadium; But it is easy to grasp everyone's mind, a little bit, a little bit to close, the kind of sad and sigh, quietly spread in the depths of the soul.

Everyone was shocked, the guests were so, the audience were so, even the staff of the live show were so.

The brain of the live director has become a mess. What should they do? Stop? laissez-faire? Interrupt? urge? Join the accompaniment? Change the lights? Countless ideas rampant, but can not find a clear idea, in the end, can only be so laissez faire, and then quiet down, listen attentively.

Listen to the melody, listen to the lyrics, listen to the singing, listen to the hidden voice.

"So we arrived at a lonely place that we couldn't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit. You will build beauty and crown; Make it perfect and fly away. "

Standing in the side platform, John Chuanqi hung his head down in embarrassment, hiding the tears in his eyes. Just the sentence "so we arrived at a lonely place that we couldn't go back" completely defeated all his defense lines, which was very sad.

Only a real dreamer, only a real Don Quixote, and only a loner who has really gone through the wind and the frost, can understand the deep meaning behind the lyrics and the soul of the core of the song.

The Grammy trophy of an annual album, people see its glory and glory, but they see its loneliness and loneliness. There are too many helpless souls trapped in this lonely land without retreat. They insist, they struggle, they struggle, they use their own flesh and blood to build beauty and crown.

It's not because they want fame and wealth; It's because it's the only way to prove that they existed.

John Legend clenched his teeth and tried to hide himself, but he was helpless and stood in the same place, full of holes and bruises. A piece of music is a world. Now, lanli is showing people his world: the desolate ruins have the first bunch of bright sunshine.

"So when you are weak, when you kneel down..." Lan Li's voice choked slightly. Without accompaniment, it was very obvious and harsh, but he had to stop, because the surging mood was about to defeat his last defense line. Standing in the same place, Lan Li is so fragile and helpless. The lonely and lonely figure drags the elder under the bright light.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath again, the surging mood leaked out in the slightly trembling voice, and Lan Li began to sing again.

"So when you are weak, when you kneel down, I will do my best in the rest of the time to protect your oath, live and true." Every word, every musical charm, is so real, so deep, hard hit in Lan Li's heart, the weight of the dream, gradually become real, unprecedented real, just like the blade dance.

Annie, standing in the audience, holds Alex's left hand and gradually clenches it. Tears can't stop at all, sobbing, she knows, she knows the song.

"Beast", the name of the song.

Heather practices singing in the hospital every day, over and over again. It's the song she's going to perform, Heather said; 'it's her favorite song,' says heather; Heather said it was the first time that she really understood the songs of Langley; It's a song for every dreamer, Heather added.

At "one man's concert", Langley said that he was waiting for the moment when someone appeared on the stage to sing "beast".

Anne suddenly had a premonition that Heather, who was asleep, could never wake up again. So, she cried, she didn't want to, she didn't want to, she wanted Heather to wake up quickly, and she wanted to show her the story of the party tonight, "look, Langley sang that song, but you missed it."

Heather missed it.

Annie, sobbing, threw herself into Alex's arms and cried, "Alex, is Heather going to never wake up again?"

Alex, lost, in tears.

"So grass your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate into a beast for you, if you pay enough money, all things will not count, few dreams can remember."

In the Pioneer Village, George sland was smiling. Even though he was full of tears, even though he was full of tears, even though he was in a mess, the smile on the corner of his mouth was wantonly and brightly blooming. He loved this moment, he loved it, and he was even willing to devote his life to it. That burning life energy, so bright, so wanton, so crazy.

Turning his head, in the haze of tears, George saw his friends: Herbert, Stanley, Neil... And countless don Quixotes gathered together. Everyone's eyes are filled with similar emotions. At this moment, they are all one.

"So we arrived at a lonely place where we couldn't go back. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit. It makes me charming and crown."

The first trophy belongs to the ballad; The second trophy, it belongs to the dream; The third trophy belongs to Heather cross.