Superstar

"Dance! As if no one is watching you. Love! As if you have never been hurt. Sing! As if no one listens. Work! As if you don't need money. Live! As if today is the end. "

Neil stood on the stage, feeling that this small space was so familiar, the blood gurgling in his body, which was filled with clusters of small flames, gradually awakening his enthusiasm. This is not the first time he has participated in a performance, and of course it will not be his last performance; this is not the smallest stage he has ever participated in, and certainly not the largest stage he has ever experienced. But looking at the constantly surging faces of youth, the desire for the stage and the enthusiasm for performance surged up in an instant.

Standing on the other side of the stage, Alfonso closed his eyes and continued to breathe deeply, but his hands fell on the keyboard, playing volley, as if he was feeling the kind of excitement when his fingertips touched the keyboard; Not far away, Pedro was a little nervous. He lowered his head and adjusted the position of his bass seriously, looking for his most comfortable posture. At this time, his smart and lively eyes were watching the strings incomparably intently.

Fujin sitting on his side in the center was a big horse with a golden sword, holding the drumsticks tightly with both hands, and then placing it on the jazz drum casually, as if it couldn't be more relaxed. But Neal knew about Fujin, and from Fujin's focused sight, he could see his high concentration at this time. Looking along Fujin's line of sight, Neil saw Hugo in the center, staggering away from Fujin's position.

Neil's eyes also stayed on Hugo, who was standing at the front of the stage. Hugo with his guitar on his back was playing with the microphone stand. The noisy crowd in front of him seemed to have never entered his eyes, and he adjusted intently. microphone.

The crowd of thousands of people in front of them is like a hurricane passing by, roaring turbulently, and the faces deformed by overexcitement express their inner enthusiasm and excitement in the most direct way. Since the Nirvana band appeared on the stage just now, it has been worse than that, as if the restlessness that can tear the whole world at any time is constantly surging.

But Hugo stood calmly and quietly like that, as if the hurricane and the waves of the teeth dancing claws were just paper tigers, and there was no fear at all. The tall and straight body is like a bright lighthouse, still motionless in the rainy night when the tsunami is coming, guiding the direction straightly and firmly, integrating the whole band of Glory to Death.

However, from Hugo’s amber eyes, you can see the faintly flashing fire that ignited his enthusiasm. The unparalleled concentration and devotion, like the cleanest and purest oxygen, slowly Inject the fire, and let the fire start to grow bit by bit.

Looking at such a Hugo, Neil suddenly remembered what he said just now. To be more precise, he remembered what Hugo said before going on stage, "Perform it! It's like this is the last performance." ."

Grumbling, Neil could feel the boiling of his own blood in an instant, and he could not help squeezing the guitar in his hand. The solid touch and familiar touch made Neil's excitement begin to erupt like a volcano.

At this moment, Neil suddenly understood the essence of Nirvana’s performance just now. It was specious, but he didn’t have more time to think about it. He only knew that he had to put his fingertips into the performance of the music now. The contact of the string can release his inner desire.

With a "wow", the earth-shattering shouts on the scene poured down like a rainstorm, as if it was just a silent picture, and suddenly the volume was turned to the maximum. Neil only felt that his eardrum had reached its limit. , And a little more noise—even if it's just a little, his eardrums will burst. However, Neil didn't feel uncomfortable. He only felt that his heart seemed to fit in with the overwhelming shouts, and then began to beat, then beat again, and his emotions began to explode along with the performance.

The clear and melodious black and white keyboard sound flows down from Alfonso’s fingertips like a poem, and the piano sound like the tinkling of spring water slowly flows into the boiling magma in front of you, this winding thin The flow slowly quieted the gurgling magma, and all the restlessness was hidden under the surface heat, waiting for the time to erupt.

Some surprises, today’s Glory to Death’s opening concert is not "Li (, which is still on the charts, but another song in the album, "Don’t be upset about the past ('t...in.anger, This made the audience a little strange, but a little throbbing, just listening to Hugo's mellow and moving voice whizzing like wind in the dazzling golden sunshine of Los Angeles.

"There is boredom in your eyes, because you can't find the place where you can realize your dreams. When you say that you give up, all the efforts you put into it will disappear without a trace."

The lyrics of this song are different from Nirvana's "Youth Heart", easy to understand, but deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The narrative lyrics are like grandfather and grandmother sitting under the summer wisteria frame and remembering the mellow voice of the year. Sunlight pierced through the ivy vines, and the scent of tea exuded a charming scent in the air. Those long-lasting memories sounded like a cello.

Someone wondered, if they insisted on that dream when they were seventeen years old, would they be different now; some wondered, if they hadn’t dropped out of university when they were 21 years old, would life be a different world; someone; Thinking, if I didn’t hear the Beatles’ music when I was nine years old, would rock and roll never become a part of my life; some people wondered, if I could confess to that girl when I was fourteen, Can first love come true...

However, these are "ifs", all assumptions that have become the past, and no one knows the answers to these ifs. Because, when I gave up, all my efforts have disappeared, and my destiny has changed.

This kind of powerlessness sounded slowly in everyone's heart, because everyone has their own "if" and their own "regrets" in their hearts. Hugo's voice like a confession made the fragments in his memory continue to surge. .

"So, I will start a revolution from the bed. My life, because you said that my thoughts have dazzled my mind. Outside the house is blooming in the middle of summer. When you stand by the stove, the flames reflect your face. , The hope in your heart is burning like that flame."

Compared with regret, this is the right choice to change from now on. Yesterday has become history forever, and tomorrow is a future that will never be known. Only today, and only today, is in my hands, and today is the moment I can decide. To restore the mistakes of the past and change the facts of the future, we must base ourselves on the present.

Whether it is stopping in the past or looking forward to the future, it is of no avail. The imprint in the palm lines is always the present. So, leather. Life must start from now, before the impulse has time to calm down, before the midsummer slips through the fingers, while the fire of hope is still burning, take one’s own steps. Today’s small step may be A big step in the future.

"So Sally can wait. She knows that even if you wake up too late, even if you have been abandoned by everyone, her youth is gradually withering, but I remember you said, don't be upset about the past."

Just this simple lyrics touched the hearts of countless people. Perhaps at a certain moment when I heard the melody, I was suddenly touched by this inner voice; or on a day when my will was low, I was excited by it and said that I don’t need to care about everything in the past; or Hugo's deep-rooted singing suddenly realized, and the memories in his heart began to turn overwhelming...

Perhaps, deep in everyone’s heart, there is a song of "Don’t be annoyed by the past" that belongs to you. The memory that belongs only to you is in tears in the melody, bitter, sweet, happy, and painful. Dancing lightly on the tip of the tongue, turning into buds that resemble the first blooms of cherry blossoms in April, slowly opening. I sang together and sang over and over again, but still seemed to sing endlessly, all the words I wanted to say in my heart.

Those who have made us happy and sad should always learn to let go and be grateful, and let the past stay in the wind. Every time we shed tears and sadness is the only way to grow, it will make us more mature. The emotional part of this melody is that Hugo’s mellow voice tells the simplest but most profound truth. Don’t remember the past, don’t feel angry and regret the past, let alone let the past become yourself. A stumbling block to keep going. When the past scenes flash in front of our eyes, all we can do is "to be awakened again and again in the memory, then wipe away the tears and move on."

Kurt was about to leave. He had arrived in the parking lot of Venice High School, but his footsteps suddenly stopped. The distant but mellow voice slowly tore in the air, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com burst out with energy that shocked the soul. Kurt was sluggish for a moment, in a daze, he turned his head and looked at the source of the sound, he realized that the sound seemed to be his confidant.

Inexplicably, Kurt believed that the owner of this voice could understand him, he could confide his inner bitterness and sorrow to the other party, and the other party would give him a correct answer and bring light to his world again. The phrase "Don't be annoyed by the past" caused Kurt's broken soul to tremble slightly.

Under the golden sunlight, Hugo’s voice released infinite energy, especially the glorious teammates. The perfect combination of people and instruments, people and music has appeared like never before, whether it is Neil or Foggin. No matter it is Pedro or Alfonso, including Hugo who is playing the guitar, the performance is perfect. The melody and Hugo's voice are seamlessly combined, bursting out a dazzling chemical reaction.

In an instant, the magma that was temporarily dormant due to the sound of the music broke through the shackles and burst out in a doubly powerful posture. The entire playground was shaken in an instant. The hearts of more than five thousand people were beating at this moment, and they found the same. Rhythm. supply. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Kazakhstan to read it, and vote for recommendations and monthly tickets for the work. Your support is the biggest motivation for me to continue to create! )

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