Chapter 1704

"Whiplash.".

The title of the movie appeared on the dark screen. At the same time, the low, stuffy drum sound came from the ear, just like from the distant sky. Then the subtitles disappeared, and the whole projection Hall fell into the dark. When the vision, taste and smell were blocked by the darkness, other sensations of the five senses gradually began to enlarge.

The keen sense of hearing and touch seems to be able to feel the sound of air flow, and the drums from the sound become more clear and heavy. The drums penetrate the pores on the surface of the skin, gradually penetrate into the blood, and slowly make the muscles start to tremble slightly, just like the drumstick hitting the soul.

The dislocation of sound effect and visual effect creates a wonderful viewing experience.

"Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong. Dong Dong. Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong. "

Drum, from slow to fast, from slow to fast, the whole rhythm and rhythm are gradually improved in an orderly way. The auditory feeling created by the rhythm of the drum is slowly pushed to a new high point in the dark. The blood begins to boil. All the agitation and noise are involved in the sound of the drum, and the confused thoughts in the mind disappear completely, All that's left in the world is drumming, relaxing, immersing, and feeling the subtle pleasure of that sense of rhythm.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong! Bang

The drums become more and more intensive, more and more surging, more and more turbulent. At last, they are released like a storm. At the peak, they suddenly stop. A loud sound cuts off the rhythm of the whole drum. The storm suddenly stops, from extreme agitation to extreme quiet, The instant conversion created a high-altitude fall when the free fall of pleasure, but there is no time to savor this extreme contrast created by the stimulation, the big screen lit up.

The soft light of cold color tears the darkness of the whole audience, but the audience still can't help frowning slightly, and their eyes need to adapt a little. The rigid transition from hearing to vision creates a kind of physiological discomfort, which successfully attracts the attention of the audience.

But they don't know that compared with the follow-up, it can't be regarded as "physiological discomfort".

At the end of the narrow corridor, the boy sat behind the drum, stopped his drumstick, supported his two arms on his thighs in different postures, relaxed his arm muscles slightly, and stared breathlessly at the drum in front of him. Even though he was across the long corridor, he could still feel his dissatisfaction.

He bent down and began to adjust the support of dangcha, but because of the distance, he could not recognize the facial expression, so it was impossible to know whether the regret and defects just played were attributed to dangcha, or the fierce performance just made dangcha loose. Anyway, after adjusting the lift, he wiped the face of the jazz drum and adjusted his position.

It seems that we are fully prepared.

At the end of the adjustment, he began to drum again.

At the beginning, the muscles relax, the movements stretch, and the drumming seems a little casual, but the whole person enjoys it; Then the camera began to advance slowly along the corridor, and the young man gradually entered the state. His left hand, right hand, and left foot were in full swing. The drumming was just like rain hitting the beach. One by one, the drumming overlapped, but he could still distinguish the shape and outline. Slowly, the drumming was staggered and integrated, and finally formed a vast ocean.

"Dong Dong Dong. "Dong Dong Dong."

Drumming speed is faster and faster, but the connection between drumming and drumming is still clear and mellow. The bright and light rhythm, like a ray of sunshine, penetrates through the blue-green cold light, bringing a wonderful sense of hearing. Even if you don't know much about drum and drum, you can also be immersed in the rhythm of rhythm.

It's close. It's closer.

The green face of the young man appeared on the big screen, which was blue hall. But at this time, the audience was completely immersed in the rhythm of the drum. The immersive viewing experience created by the light variation, lens advancement, hearing effect and so on at the beginning made their attention firmly controlled by the drum.

In front of him, he looks like a college student. His short hair is a bit messy and untidy. His chin is covered with a piece of green beard. His sweat makes the whole person look a little embarrassed; White T-shirt with jeans, but at this time T-shirt is still wet with sweat, the hormone breath of youth is coming.

"Sorry, er... Hold... Sorry."

The camera stops at the door. The young man's drum is interrupted. He looks up and says in a flustered voice that he is so nervous that he stutters. Then he takes the initiative to stand up and raises his hand to indicate that he will leave immediately.

Turn the lens, and then you can see JK Simmons's shining bald head looming in the dark corridor, dressed in all black clothes, but also with a little cold and serious, the light around seems to be absorbed by the black figure, like a hell messenger.

"It's OK. Sit down." The black suit took two steps forward and came under a beam of light. It outlined the whole face like a spotlight. "What's your name?"

The boy fidgeted and adjusted his posture. He could feel his nervousness vaguely. It was not only the panic of being broken by an outsider, but also the magnificence of students seeing the teacher, "... Andrew. Andrew Neyman. " Pause for a moment and add, "sir."

"What grade?" The voice of the black suit was low, with an air of not angry but powerful.

"I'm... A freshman." Andrew's voice went down quietly, and the feeling of dry mouth and guilty feeling permeated little by little.

The black suit is completely expressionless. It seems that the facial muscles are out of balance. When speaking, only a circle of muscles around the mouth are moving, which makes the solemn and solemn feeling more heavy. "Do you know who I am?"

Andrew nodded his head gently. His vision was a little erratic. He almost didn't dare to look at the black suit head-on. The focus could not help drifting towards the darkness around him. "Yes, sir."

The black suit is still a zombie face, "so, you know, I'm looking for a drummer."

"Yes, sir." Andrew swallowed a mouthful of saliva and grew more uneasy.

"So, why did you stop playing?" The black suit directly threw out the question, not the question, but the question, and the domineering and severe momentum diffused out.

Andrew was stunned. His constant blinking revealed his nervousness. However, he still sat up and adjusted his drumstick several times before he found the right direction. Then he had no time to breathe and think, so he began to beat the drum again.

At this time, it can be clearly felt that Andrew's arm began to tighten, and the drumming was obviously astringent. The lack of the smooth consistency just now, the nervous mood eventually affected the play. But after the first eight beat, the state gradually came out, and the courage of the newborn calf not afraid of Tigers made the original talent fully bloom.

After a short performance, Andrew stopped playing and looked up at the black suit.

The black suit, still calm and expressionless, said quietly, "did I let you continue to play?"

This?

Andrew was incoherent. "Er..." he raised his hand and touched his hair. His eyes drifted quickly and there was no place to put them. His face became completely stiff. "I'm sorry... Er... I... sir..."

"I mean, why did you stop playing?" The black suit interrupted Andrew's movement, "and your answer is to become a doll monkey."

"I'm sorry, i..." Andrew really didn't know what to do. He couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the black suit.

The black suit interrupted Andrew again, taking off his suit and saying, "let me see the basics." Then he hung his suit coat on the hanger next to him.

"Yes, sir." Andrew raised his chin slightly for a second, but still responded conditionally.

Andrew cut into a basic rhythm, but then the black suit stopped him, "double swing." Then, he took the initiative to beat the rhythm, so that Andrew can adapt to his own style.

Andrew made it clear with a soft chin, then began to strike.

"No, no, double swing. Double up The black suit shook his head and drew Andrew's thump with his own high five rhythm. "Hurry up! Hurry up

Faster and faster, faster and faster.

However, Andrew was still a little uneasy. Instead of being able to improve his speed completely, he was immersed in his own world and constantly stressed "don't make mistakes, don't make mistakes". On his young face, he could clearly feel... Tension.

Then the whole lens gets closer and closer. It's completely attached to Andrew's face. You can feel the emotional details in his expression and eyes from a close distance. Even the sound effect has changed. There is only double swaying sound in the whole world, clear and dense.

"Bang!"

The sound of pushing and closing the door interrupted the rhythm of the sound. Andrew suddenly looked up and saw only an empty door - the black suit left.

Andrew looked up in chagrin and regret, clenched his gums, couldn't hide his disappointment, tried to do something, but didn't even know where to put his hands.

"Click", the door was pushed open again, and the black suit reappeared. The surprise of the past made Andrew raise his head, stare at the black suit with dull eyes, and straighten his waist to show his respect.

"Oh, I forgot my coat." Black suit is full of relaxed face, take off his coat from the hanger, nothing to say, and turned away.

disappointment. Hope. I'm disappointed again.

For two consecutive emotional falls, Andrew was so stiff in the same place that he didn't even know what expression to make, but the light in his eyes faded slowly, and finally his shoulders drooped heavily and his head drooped, just like a withered sunflower.