The Greatest Showman

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The brisk rhythm is like the sunshine jumping under the blue sky, the sad lyrics are like the water plants floating and sinking under the sea, the contradictory emotions are harmoniously blended, the sadness and bitterness of the tears in the smile slowly spread on the tip of the tongue. Come on.

Hope looked at Renly in the halo with tears in his eyes, that face gradually became blurred, as if the beauty was drifting away in a dream, but the smile on the corner of his mouth waved gently, as if he was invested in The stones of Heart Lake.

Involuntarily, Hope's lips followed Renly's appearance, drawing a similar arc, but tears slowly fell down her cheeks, and then... she danced briskly. She didn't know what was going on, she just wanted to dance, and the cheerful singing came from her ears, and her body couldn't help but swayed with the rhythm, as if every cell could naturally feel the call of the melody.

"Oh, Ophelia, you haunt me like a drug addiction; oh, Ophelia, God made a fool like me fall in love."

Oh, Ophelia, did you hear that? Some people show your beauty, some people remember your existence, some people recall your story, not only Hamlet, not only Leotis, but also you, Ophelia.

Hope opened her arms and circled happily. The warm night wind seemed to grow wings under her arms. She only needed to kick her feet lightly to spread her wings and fly high. She was so happy, so happy, So happy, but the tears couldn't stop, like pearls with broken threads, falling down in big pieces.

Missed, after all, missed, just as Cleopatra missed Anthony, Hamlet missed Ophelia. In another world, is there anyone who can love Hamlet unconditionally and unconditionally like Ophelia? In the real world, is there anyone else who can, like Ophelia, abandon everything and love someone so purely?

"Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind since the beginning of the century; oh, Ophelia, God made a fool like me fall in love."

Happiness is a journey, not a destination, so work as if you don't need money; love as if you've never been hurt; sing as if nobody's listening; dance as if nobody's there Pay attention; live as if it were the end of the world today.

Hope danced to his heart's content, swirled in circles recklessly, relaxed himself, wandered in the melody, and let all his emotions run amok like a wild horse. The hot tears slipped from the eyes and fell on the corners of the mouth, turning into a smile, brighter than the stars, lighting up the whole night sky.

Night, just right.

William raised his hands high, followed Ed's beat, beat his hands, stepped on the steps of tap dance, and danced happily. Since he was nine years old, the school performed tap dance and was laughed at by the senior football players. He has never performed it again. For a long time, he almost thought that he had forgotten these dance steps, but at this moment, They seem to be dormant in the blood, never disappearing. After reawakening, they dance freely and freely.

With the arc of the corner of his mouth rising, his heart flew high, and he almost forgot that dancing was such a wonderful thing, that he was so immersed in it. Why did he give up in the first place? The memory seems to have become blurred, and those unfamiliar faces have long since become passers-by in life, so why should he worry about their opinions?

He shouldn't change himself for others, and he doesn't want to change himself for others. Just like Ophelia, sticking to the cleanest piece of pure land in her heart, as if running wildly, as if today was the last day of her life.

Graham just went to the bar, and when he came out, he saw such a scene and couldn't help but stay in place.

Looking at the smile on William's face, he could hardly remember when William was so happy last time, so he also danced awkwardly, in accordance with the melody and rhythm, twisting his limbs uncoordinated, that Rather than feel shy about the antics, it's fun - because everyone around is dancing, turning the place into a sea of ​​joy.

There were tears in Renly's eyes, and that faint sadness lingered in the lyrics, gliding silently under the endless night sky, like a bird without legs, must do everything possible to flap its wings, and once it stops, it's the end of life. ; But looking at the dancing people in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed, Ophelia, that is the purity and beauty that never disappeared, forever lighting the road ahead.

The melody stopped, the singing stopped, and the dance steps stopped.

Everyone turned around and looked at the two people who had just finished playing. I don't know who it was. The first one whistled and then applauded vigorously, "Nice job! Dude!" "Wonderful! Brother!" Come again, come again!"... The exclamations came one after another, and the applause became more and more concentrated. Everyone used such actions to vent the remaining emotions and confusion in their hearts.

At this time, people noticed that the team of only six or seven people had grown to more than 30 people in a blink of an eye. Standing scattered on the corner of the street, it has evolved into a small performance venue.

Elliott Court's eyes widened, looking at the raw cut in front of him in disbelief, and looked down at the footage recorded in the camera in his hand, his mood involuntarily soared.

He came a little late, and after taking pictures of Jim and Todd, he gave up the "Glee" crowd and went down the street to find Renly - which, after all, he felt should not be missed. When he arrived at the scene,

The song has entered the second half. Everyone is singing and dancing, dancing freely. Renly, who is sitting cross-legged on the ground, looks a little embarrassed, but it fits wonderfully. It seems that in an environment like the street, he is the most real. Instead, the suit looked in the way.

Elliott didn't even have time to figure out the ins and outs of the matter - Renly was still accepting the Emmys just now, how could he be performing on the street in a blink of an eye? Now which award winner is not surrounded by reporters in three layers and three layers, and it is the first time to interview their award-winning mood? Why is Renly here?

None of this is important. What is important is that Elliott immediately turned on the camera and recorded it on video. Unfortunately, he was not able to record from the beginning.

"Renly, what was the name of the song just now? Did you create it on the spot?" Elliott's shout was not abrupt in the midst of the noise, but also won the support of other audience members, and everyone agreed. "What song is that?"

"'Ophelia.'" Renly blurted out the song's title, barely thinking.

In fact, the melody framework of this song is relatively thin. Normally, the song is within three to four minutes, but the song just now only lasted two and a half minutes, including the prelude, it could be longer. This is just an inspiration that came out of my mood tonight, a minor tune I picked up at random. Obviously, the audience didn't think so.

"This song is so good!" "Wonderful, so wonderful, I love it!" "Whenever it's on itunes, I'll be the first to buy it." "Yes, yes, let's put it on the shelves, I'm now My mind is still circling." "Do the lyrics have any meaning? I feel like Shakespeare's poetry, which I can't understand." "Ophelia is the character of Hamlet, so it must be meaningful."...

The discussion came one after another, and there was no need for Renly to answer, everyone had already thought about it on their own, which made Renly smile.

"Renly, will this song be on the shelves?" Hope took a small step forward eagerly, looking at Renly with eager eyes, and the noisy discussion next to him actually stopped for a moment.

Renly thought that everyone had already discussed it and didn't need his answer, but now the question was thrown again, and he shrugged, "Why not? I think my rent can be used for this amount of money. Extra income." The sarcastic words made everyone laugh.

"I will definitely buy it!" "It's better to be on the shelves soon, I can't wait!" "I will tell my friends when I go back, and I have harvested a good song tonight"...

Renly could feel the real excitement and joy. He suddenly understood why Stanley Charles was so keen to share music, because whether it was happiness or sadness, regret or satisfaction, it was something that could be shared. . Just like performance, what everyone perceives from the melody is different, not only the bridge of communication between the audience and the singer and the creator, but also the bridge between people.

This is a very private thing, because the melody moves the most secret emotions in the heart, the secrets that only I know. Therefore, when I learn that a stranger and myself like the same melody, the emotions that are intertwined with tension, excitement, anxiety and excitement are extremely subtle.

It seems that he really should share "Ophelia" with this group of strangers who meet by chance but have fetters.

"Hey, Renly, are you Renly? That rich young master in the 'Pacific War'?" At this time, the onlookers finally reacted, and the length of the reflex arc was a little exaggerated, "But you shouldn't be attending Amy tonight. Awards Ceremony... oh!" Before the question could be asked, the person involved responded—the Nokia Theater was just down the street.

"Look, isn't this the Emmy Award trophy? Aha, congratulations!" Passersby noticed the trophy in the piano box, so they began to congratulate, everyone started to take out coins and banknotes from their pockets, and tossed them. Arrived in the piano box, "Man, thank you, thank you for letting us enjoy a good night", "Brother, remember that the single must be uploaded, and I plan to introduce it to my girlfriend", "I'm so lucky tonight. Well, congratulations!"...

The successive compliments made Renly a little embarrassed—he wasn't the protagonist of the show.

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