Chapter 2367： perfect stage

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Evan Bell's voice is so gentle and so clean, it's like the cloudless blue sky in June, the transparent and heartbreaking blue reflection on the lake, people can't tell where is the lake and where is the sky, it's so beautiful. Let the smile on the corners of the mouth draw involuntarily

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The clear guitar strings began to sound, like a gurgling spring, pouring down in front of the eyes, and the refreshing water vapor reflected the appearance of a rainbow in the sunlight. "Lord, please make me a rainbow, I want to shine on my mother, and when she stands under my rainbow, she will know that I am all right. Life is not always the way you expect it to be, always So gray, even though she buried her child. Sharp blade of life for a moment, I've lived long enough."

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Evan Bell doesn't seem to be singing at all, it's more like singing poetry. The touching lyrics easily touch everyone's heart. The "sharp blade of life for a moment" gently slides through the soft heart, mellow and mellow. The blood beads of his eyes seeped out, trembling slightly at the top of his heart, and then turned into tears from the corners of his eyes, slowly sliding down in the warm smile at the corners of his mouth.

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The audience did not make a sound, but quietly admired Evan Bell's perfect interpretation of the song. The beauty and moving of the phrase "Dead Young (ung was completely released in Evan Bell's voice. Tears turned into crystals that sparkled in the light, forming a moving light.

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I don't know who was the first to raise the mobile phone in his hand to turn on the screen light. All the darkness of the seats is dispelled, and the Staples Field is decorated with this little bit of fluorescent light into the most beautiful starry sky in the world. This reminds me of the touching scene before the opening performance "radiation energy (ve, but at this time the mysterious starry sky is no longer esoteric, but more soft and beautiful Evan Bell's voice pours down like moonlight.

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"If I die young, bury me in silk and satin, lay me on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, and bid me farewell with the words of a love song. Sharp blade of life for a moment. I've lived long enough."

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Steve Jobs slowly leaned against the back of the sofa, quietly listening to Evan Bell's beautiful voice, the smile on the corner of his mouth was always small but had the most beautiful warmth in his life. His vision was a little blurry, and his eyes were a little warmer, but it was not obvious. It wasn't to the point where tears fell, but it was just hazy. He regarded the little light on the TV screen as a halo. -Bell's performance stage is beautifully decorated.

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At this moment, Steve Jobs is happier than ever.

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"So put on your best clothes, and I'll fasten my tie too, and I've finally done what I've never done. A penny wants to buy my mind, oh no, my bid is a dollar, They'll be more valuable when I'm dead, and maybe then you'll really understand the songs I sang, and it's ridiculous that people start listening after you're gone."

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Evan Bell's voice began to gradually release energy, and the beauty of thousands of fireflies flying in front of him made the song's moving vividly release the irony, beauty, and poetry in the lyrics. The pure white spring water that melted down from the top walks leisurely in the sound of the strings.

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"If I die young please bury me in satin, let me lie on a bed of roses and sink me in the river at dawn, bid me farewell with the words of a love song. The song of the dove always carries a calmness And love, save your tears, put them in your pocket, keep them until you really need them, the sharp edge of life, I have lived enough time, please wear your best Dress well, and I'll fasten my tie, too."

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Tears were completely released in Evan Bell's voice like this. If he died young, what would it be like? Would anyone be willing to bury it with satin or decorate it with roses? Myself, will anyone be willing to take me to the river that flows quietly and watch me gradually go away, or will anyone send me off with a beautiful love song... Those crystal clear tears carry inner sorrow, regret, Reluctant, let it go.

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This is not just a song, but also everyone's fear of death and anxiety about the future. Can the beauty of silk, roses, rivers, and poetry become a portrayal of their own life? The bitterness of the tears could not take away the inner warmth, and the smile on the corner of the mouth became the most beautiful light left in Evan Bell's singing.

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This is Evan Bell's ability. His control of the stage has reached a peak that no one can surpass. He just stood on the stage and sang, but made every link so perfect and impeccable. In a trance, people also seem to see Evan Bell's stubborn eyebrows slightly moving towards the middle, and those deep eyes seem to be shining with crystal light, this beautiful picture like a fairy tale poem is forever engraved on the fiftyth Three Grammys in history.

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Evan Bell's voice gradually disappeared, and the lights in the audience disappeared along with his gradually weakening voice. The audience fell into darkness again, and only the screen lights of the mobile phone, which were shaking reluctantly in the audience, were left alone and lonely. support the darkness. No voice, no voice, one can even hear the inner cries struggling in the dark, but just when everyone is about to be freed from the singing of "Dead Young", Evan Bell's belt The magical voice came to mind again, and even had a hint of evil charm, only to hear him mutter, "Let's vent together, 'Bully,'".

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Suddenly, the explosive sound of the electric guitar suddenly reminded me that all the lights were bright in an instant, and all the lights flashed at the same time, almost causing everyone's sight to fall into the short-lived business district, only to feel the burst after burst in the ear. The drum beat is surging, and the simple and rude melody is torn in everyone's heart, as if a dark hand is desperately pulling out the negative emotions that have just been vented. This struggle is quickly entangled in Evan Bell's violent voice. The middle is over, and the thrill comes right after!

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"It's eight in the morning and I'm in hell. Looks like I've crossed the line again, I've done nothing This is who I really am, so throw your stones, break my bones, we all know life isn't fair , but I'm not alone, we're everywhere."

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Evan Bell's powerfully provocative voice pulled all the audience from their seats and plunged into the world of "thugs" in a standing position. The shocking drum beats rampaged through the body, smashing all negative emotions. Gotta smash.” The thrill of the adrenaline burst overwhelms the brain in an instant.

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"We're not going to hold ourselves back against barriers, we're not going to stop there, we're going to kill everything! You're always just a thug in a faded memory, when they're alone and smothering themselves becomes another joke, burying them in dust until The world can't hurt you anymore, can you hear me? No one will cry all day and night over your death, you're a thug!"

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The audience involuntarily started stomping their feet, not applauding nor waving their hands, but stomping their feet. Only in this most powerful way can the inner violence be vented. The footsteps that followed the drums of ebner-Alfred were uniform. , As if a thousand giants were stomping their feet together, the Staples Stadium suddenly became precarious, and it might be destroyed at any time by the joint efforts of the audience. That kind of hearty feeling of venting made everyone start to vent their negative emotions in the direction of Evan Bell.

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"It's eight o'clock in the morning, and I'm in hell. Your voice is so strong, set things right now!"

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Evan Bell's voice exploded in the sound, and the night sky was torn apart in an instant, and the lights poured down the whole stadium, filling the entire Staples Stadium; The voice of the song rushed like a flood, "We will not restrain ourselves to fight the barriers, we will not stop here, we will kill everything in seconds!" This lyric immediately resonated with all the audience in the audience, and everyone started involuntarily. In line with the extrajudicial fanatics, it is like an army of 100,000 marching forward shouting slogans.

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"We will not restrain ourselves to fight the barriers We will not stop here, we will kill everything!"

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In this thunderous shout, Evan Bell's voice rudely tore out a **** road, and exploded again and again in the venting of everyone's resentment, "You will always be just a thug in the faded memory, It's another joke when they're alone and smothering themselves, burying them in dust until the world can't hurt you any more, can you hear me? No one will cry all day and night over your death, you're one thug!"

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The music is over, when everyone seems to have just woken up from a nightmare, looking around in a daze, until the figure of Evan Bell on the stage comes into sight, all the information enters their heads, the sense of reality of reality This is the invasion.

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Everyone felt their limbs sore, as if they had just finished a marathon, but only God knows that Evan Bell just performed three songs just now, but all the audience's emotions experienced a roller coaster-like ups and downs. The turbulent ups and downs made everyone seem to be out of the water. Although tired, the hearty emotional catharsis made everyone feel very happy, as if coming out of the sauna, obviously too tired, but the joy of spirit made the smile on the corner of the mouth involuntarily outline.

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This is Evan Bell, the perfect stage, the one and only man.

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