The sound of "buzzing" permeates the whole Madison Square Garden. In the darkness of the garden, the faint and flickering fluorescence can still be captured, just like the stars hiding in the thick clouds above the night sky, which makes the night beautiful.
All the audience closed their mouths, too nervous and excited, even breathing carefully, for fear that their recklessness would break the order of the scene; But the heart beating sound of the continuous impact in the chest makes the boiling blood restless, and it can't be quiet at all.
William Taylor forced himself to calm down, but it was never easy.
He told himself secretly that this was his graduation ceremony. Not to say goodbye to Lan Li, but to enter a new stage of life with the company and encouragement of Lan Li; In the future, lanli will still be an indispensable part of his life. He will still go into the cinema to watch lanli's works. He will still browse lanli's news on the Internet, but he will not be able to follow lanli's steps to explore the world like now.
As the lights dimmed, William realized that the countdown to the concert had officially started. He secretly reminded himself that on top of the "one-man concert" two years ago, Langley's debut was unique. It is estimated that the same is true for tonight's folk concert. There is no need for him to be too excited to know what to do, but
But the beating of the heart is more and more fierce. In the rich and mellow darkness, the vision is weakened and the hearing is enlarged. It seems that you can hear the sound of bubbling in your own blood vessels. Your palms start to sweat involuntarily. The excited cheers are stuck in your throat, ready to move, and you may break through the shackles at any time.
As time goes by, the enthusiasm remains the same.
At this moment, a spotlight lights up on the stage and focuses on the middle of an empty stage. "Ah", almost subconsciously, William can't help screaming and shouting. Even if there's no movement on the stage, even if it's just a bunch of lights, he still pulls the trigger, and his emotion breaks through the crater.
William is not the only one.
Hope also suddenly stood up, clenched his hands into fists, and roared and cried out, so that all the enthusiasm and excitement in his chest burst out. He really waited too long, too long, so long that he almost thought he had forgotten that kind of madness, but he spurted out tonight, because he was so fierce that his body began to tremble slightly.
Cecilia sat quietly in the same place, did not speak, did not roar, but the hot tears in her eyes quickly accumulated, and her eyes blurred and hazy, just like a neuropathy, sitting with tears in her eyes, just quietly watching the light on the stage. She could not find an accurate word to describe her mood, just enjoying it.
In this way, the whole audience began to roar. The cry of mountain and tsunami surged like thunder in Madison Square Garden, and then layers of tide spread out. Wave after wave shocked the audience waiting outside. Even the cold wind under the night in New York became insignificant, The circular stadium in front of us is like a volcano erupting, warming the whole city.
"Ah, ah
Even the crowd could not help but roar and cheer. They jumped in place because they were too excited, as if they were in the stadium, witnessed the grand event with their own eyes, and then joined the grand party. They only needed a cheer and a fist to become one of them.
This is the real party!
cheer. Still cheering. But there was still no movement on the stage for a long time. Gradually, there was a little doubt in the cheers. The audience began to look at each other and asked each other what was going on, and the sound gradually calmed down——
Don Quixotes, who have participated in "one man's concert", show tacit smile. Tonight, there are many fans like Justin Timberlake and ED Sheeran, as well as the movie audience of "drunken folk songs". They obviously don't understand lenley's way of doing things, and even the concert is bound to be unusual, not to mention, They obviously didn't notice the theme of tonight's concert.
Dream back to the kerosene lamp bar.
This also means that tonight, we will return to the kerosene lamp bar. There will be no grand fireworks and lights of the concert, and there will be no grand debut ceremony of the concert. Everything will be simple, just like the real kerosene lamp bar in the 1960s“ A similar scene is shown in the movie "drunken folk".
The shouting and roaring of the audience gradually calmed down, and the restless and boiling emotion surged in the air again. The scattered voice still continued to roll, but the confused and confused emotion began to spread gradually, forming a sharp contrast with Don Quixote's comfort and joy.
Sure enough, at this time, a figure appeared on the stage.
From the left side of the stage to the center of the stage, a contour can be drawn in the shadow, but the facial contour can not be recognized, and the accurate judgment can not be made only from the body shape. It can be seen from the outline that the figure has a guitar on his back, a square stool in his left hand and two microphone stands in his right hand. Is it... A staff member?
Absurd as it may be, it's not impossible.
On such a large stage, the figure walked slowly into the spotlight, and gradually became clear. However, the audience felt 100000 hits, too shocked and too unexpected to speak. All the cheers and shouts were stuck in their throat.
The visitors wear a simple white shirt with cyan jeans, without any fancy or superfluous dress. Even the shoes are simple white canvas shoes, which look like interns coming to help; But the problem is that the bearer has a ragged beard and reveals a sense of maturity and wisdom in the vicissitudes of life. It should be some time since he lived in college.
Then they set up two microphone stands, one for singing and the other for guitar; Then he sat under the bench and carefully adjusted the height of the microphone to ensure that the sound could be transmitted accurately. Then he began to bow his head to adjust the strings and confirm the details before the performance.
Under the attention of the audience, he completed his work in such a slow and unhurried manner. It seemed that he was a staff member, but everyone in the audience knew that he was not a staff member.
That's Langley hall.
Lanli finally finished all the preparations and whispered into the microphone, "sorry, I'm late."
It's not a greeting, it's an apology. There's no scale of the concert at all. It's just like a daily performance of the kerosene lamp bar.
"I just stepped on the snow outside, and my boots got into the water, almost freezing into ice. In a hurry, I found a pair of canvas shoes and hesitated whether I should go on stage barefoot or not, but I finally chose to keep my feet warm, otherwise I'm not sure if the chord can be played accurately
Funny and ordinary conversation, which is the Convention of bar performance, has a strong flavor of life, some self mockery, some ridicule, but can make the performer and the audience closer. In a trance, the agitation of Madison Square Garden slowly settles down, revealing the calmness of the kerosene lamp bar.
"It's cold tonight, isn't it? Therefore, whisky should be a better choice than beer; But I'm not sure if ballads are a better choice than jazz. You know, jazz bars are always warmer, and there are beautiful girls The relaxed and pleasant banter made the audience laugh.
"But now that we're here, let's get to the point. Maybe you've heard this song before. If a song is never new, but never out of date, it's a folk song. In this way, ballads are not the wrong choice. The first song tonight, I'm not sure you like it or not, but... That's it. "
Without too much nonsense and politeness, Lan Li gently outlined the strings.
A light, a chair, a microphone and a guitar make up the whole stage.
The clear and moving guitar string sound spreads through the impression, and the crystal clear musical symbols fly high between the light and shadow. All the restlessness slowly settles down. The sight is firmly locked on Lan Li, and the huge world shrinks to the size of the spotlight, which is unreservedly displayed in front of us.
"Hang me, oh, hang me, I will die soon."
So he sang.
Caught off guard, the eyes filled with tears, as if to return to the "drunken folk" in the kerosene lamp bar, as if to listen to Levine Davis's lonely and lonely song of losers, as if to return to the rainy and foggy sixties.
Lanli on the stage in front of him is very skillful, with no unnecessary decoration or complicated embellishment. He just uses his voice to turn back the time. The audience who really appreciate the essence of "drunken folk songs" can deeply feel that the memory fragments about the film are beginning to become vivid.
Looking at Lan Li in hazy tears, his singing seems to be more colorful and natural than the performance of "drunken folk songs". It's not only because of his beard, but also because of the relief and bitterness hidden at the end of his voice, fainting in the guitar string.
It turns out that music really needs to sing with the soul. Only when you experience it with your heart can you feel the true feelings behind the melody and lyrics. The passage of time and the carving of time will leave their own traces in the songs and tell those stories quietly.