Great Artist

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New York, a city that never sleeps, the subway that runs 24 hours a day is like the pulse of the city, which never stops galloping, connecting the prosperity of Manhattan with the decay of Brooklyn and Queens. At half past eleven in the middle of the night, the city is as prosperous as day. Turning back to Times Square, walking along Broadway, the bright lights gradually diminished, and the colorfully decorated night became more and more intense, and the night atmosphere floating in the air became more and more intense. You can really feel the slightly night-time side of New York when you enter Downtown.

In the bar with red lights on the street, the glass door was knocked open, and a person stumbled out. The noise in the bar slanted out of the open door, and as the door closed slowly in front of him, it gradually became smaller. down. Before waiting for the door to close completely, another person rushed out, and the door was slammed into the wall again with a "bang", making a creaking whine, and the clamor was loud again. The streets at midnight carried a bit of humidity from the Hudson River and the coldness that remained in the air in winter. The hot air in the bar was dragged out by the roar of lots, making the air lively. But soon, the door closed automatically. The noise, heat, and feasting inside were all closed again in that small space.

The first person to run out didn't run too far, climbed on the trash can on the street, and began to vomit. It seems that he was a person who was so drunk that he vomited so much. As for the reason for drinking so much, there is no way to find out, because there may be too much. The second person who ran out looked around, his eyes didn't even stay on Evan Bell for a moment, and fell on the person by the trash can, "Kevin, Cindy is chatting with other men. now...you have to cheer up..."

Oh, it seems to be a love story. However, looking at this appearance, it seems that one party has raised their hands to surrender and give up their efforts.

Evan Bell couldn't help but start to speculate in his mind that maybe this Kevin did something wrong to Cindy, and then kept apologizing to his girlfriend, but he couldn't be forgiven. As a result, I had to get drunk. But she didn't want to, but Cindy got even more angry, because she hoped that her boyfriend could continue to save her... But Kevin chose to get drunk to avoid the problem. So Cindy started chatting with other men.

Life is indeed interesting. Looking at the strangers at the door of the bar, with the help of a few words of the conversation, guess the life story of others. Maybe Evan-Bell guessed it completely, the more likely xìng is that Evan-Bell didn't guess right at all, but that's how life is. Everyone is the protagonist of their own life...dominates their own life...in this part of my life, everyone else is a supporting role, and only myself has the right to choose. Kevin chose to get drunk in his own life, no matter what Cindy's supporting role thought, Kevin had already abandoned himself; and in Cindy's life, whether the supporting role of Kevin still had a role, or has it been completely Being out of the game was just a matter of her thoughts.

"Give me a moment to clear my mind, buddies drunk in the bathroom...More excited than that Empire State Building. Love is waiting for me on the other side of the bar, a guy with sunglasses takes my place...Talk I've hurt you and me. I know I hurt you for a long time, and I know you're trying to forget, but in the midst of being drunk, my apology is weak. You know I'm trying to recover, so if the bar closes, You falter, and I'll take you home."

Evan Bell's footsteps did not stop, he was still walking on the road with the reflection of neon lights... He hummed the melody flowing in his mind. In fact, what he sang was just a guess about the stories of Kevin and Cindy just now. But when he finished humming... Evan Bell inexplicably thought of the half-quee "In the Mood for Love (WeAreY∞g that he composed last year.

The song "In the Mood for Love" was actually the spark that burst out of Evan Bell's mind when he left the Nurburgring by train after the "Race Rock Festival" ended. It has been more than half a year now, and Evan Bell almost thought that he was going to forget this song, but at this time, they thought of each other.

At that time, I only wrote one sentence, "Tonight! We are in the Mood for Love (WeAreY∞ny), ignite the world, we can shine, and let our pride be lost!"ˇ－

But the point is that the half-quee song Evan Bell just created is very different in style from the melody last year, and it doesn't seem to be so harmonious. The melody of the two ques is very different, whether it is the melody itself, the rhythm, or Evan Bell's conception of the arrangement.

Even Evan Bell himself didn't know why he had a whim just now to fuse the two parts together to form a song. Perhaps, it was because Evan Bell thought of the phrase "In the Mood for Love". After all, we are all still young and wantonly doing crazy and flamboyant actions. Learning is like this, friendship is like this, love is like this, and the whole life is like this.

However, how to integrate the two **** melodies is a problem. Evan Bell believes that his inspiration is definitely not empty, so he can definitely try it when he has inspiration in the future.

The closer it is to Princes Street, the quieter it is. The surrounding noise seems to have settled down, falling on the roots of the plane tree by the roadside, and the sound is gone. The scene at the door of the bar had faded just now, but the news of Andrew Jasic about the Iraq war had just emerged. Evan Bell couldn't help but slow down.

Natural disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death. In fact, people have always been very fragile. Although it has always been said that we must work hard to fight against fate, in the face of war or natural disasters, the power of human beings is too small to compete. This reminds Evan Bell of the mood when he created "Ide∞mt". There is consternation in the face of the spectacular nature, and there is sadness in the face of the ruins after the disaster.

"God bless each of us, but we are sinful bodies living under the barrel of a live ammunition. No one can escape the struggle, it will never end, it will never stop fighting, it will never stop, no!" Suddenly, Evan -Bell stopped suddenly, the last "no", like a thunder, exploded in Evan Bell's ear. Afterwards, Evan Bell closed his eyes and covered the darkness brought by his eyelids, but did not take away the light of this world. "When I close my eyes tonight, the dazzling gaze disturbs my thoughts like a symphony. Oh! Like a rotten memory in the cold, it spreads back to the distance, away from you and me in the world, where the water of the ocean flows to the entrance of the sky."

This is a very wonderful feeling, Evan Bell can feel the countless drum beats in the blood, the eardrum is like a pedal, shaking the blue veins above the sun, and the pulse of the whole body begins to beat rhythmically . Although there was no melody in Evan Bell's mind, only a series of lyrics, but this feeling of excitement made Evan Bell come to the concert scene in a trance.

"God save each one of us, will we be burned under the scorching sun, for the sins of our hands, the sins of our words, the sins of our fathers, the sins of our youth, not When I close my eyes tonight, the dazzling gaze disturbs my thoughts like a symphony. Oh! Like a rotten memory in the cold, it spreads back to the distance, away from you and me in the world, where the water of the ocean flows to the entrance of the sky."

Evan Bell's brain is very clear, and every lyric jumps clearly in his brain, but when he pieced together the top line in the chorus, "Let me rise, let me free! Let me rise, let me rise. I'm free! Let me sublimate, set me free!" Evan Bell suddenly felt the need to shout, and shouted frantically, "Let me sublimate, let me free!"

The energy contained in the blood, the rage buried deep in the bottom of my heart, and the fiery heat imprinted in my mind, as if out of control, all rushed out of the mouth and burst open at this moment.

Evan Bell opened his eyes, those azure blue eyes were spinning rapidly, and the strong and fast pulsation of his heart thumped on his eardrums. Evan Bell took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a phone number. As soon as the other party answered the phone, Evan Bell rushed out without saying hello, "I have a lyrics here." The other party responded, " Good!" Then Evan Bell quickly and quickly read the lyrics just now twice, and when he read "Let me sublimate, set me free", the voice of "fuck" also came from the other end of the phone, that jī The fierce and tyrannical voice showed the passionate emotion of the person who answered the phone on the other end of the phone.

This song, like a "catalyst", releases all the emotions in the heart, easily ignites the faintest excitement in the blood, and then magnifies it to the greatest extent.

"Chester, Chester, Chester!" Evan Bell quickly whispered the other's name: Linkin Park's frontman Chester Bennington.

In fact ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now Chester Bennington is in the studio, and his teammates are all gathered together, and when Evan Bell calls, everyone is gathered together, Just from the lyrics of Evan-Bell's spit on the paper, everyone can feel their passionate love.

"Evan, listen!" Chester Bennington walked over to the recording station with his phone and started playing with the keyboard. Mike Xintian also walked to the side, turned on the metronome and mixer, and started playing with the keyboard. The rhythm blends into the Chester-Benington melody.

Accompanied by the melody, Evan Bell stepped forward again and chanted, "God bless each of us, but we are sinful husks living under the barrel of a live ammunition..." Although Chester - Bennington just got the lyrics. Although Evan Bell was the first time his ears received the melody, the cooperation between the two people, connected through the telephone line, seemed like a match made in heaven, and it was a seamless fit. Together.

Evan Bell's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and as the melody accelerated, it gradually evolved into running. All the heat and energy in his heart, in the air with coldness and moisture, accompanied Evan Bell's footsteps, It exploded completely.

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