Chapter 1237 Drums roar
There is no doubt that this is an incredible scene——
During the performance, the band was formed one by one; the staff set up the stage on site, changed the lights, and deconstructed the entire performance in a live broadcast.
Eye-opening!
At this moment, all confusions and problems have been answered. On August 31, the band constructed a performance in a back-to-basics way, kicking off the second half of the 46th Grammy Awards.
The curtain falls.
Lights, dim.
And, Anson began to hit the piano case again, a gentle but tough rhythm gurgled, and he stood in front of the microphone and hummed softly.
"Oh oh oh, oh oh oh..."
The melody, incredibly seamless, once again enters the rhythm of "Long Live Life".
However, slightly different from expectations, the stage lights slowly shrank and then shrunk, and finally focused on Anson, leaving only a small round light that shrouded Anson's head like an astronaut's helmet——
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On a visual level, there was only Anson's head floating in the air.
This is really...unbelievable. It presents an incredible visual effect in a minimalist way.
Finally, it went out, and the whole place fell into darkness. Only Anson's humming extended in the endless chaos, which made the Staples Center fall into silence. There was no sound, no movement, and even the breath had disappeared.
But no one was distracted. Their thoughts extended in the darkness, exploring the mystery and depth of the black hole. From vision to hearing to touch, they entered a subtle atmosphere. Everyone was immersed in their own world and slowly fell.
Snap.
The lights come on again.
This time, there was only one light, which was placed on the ground at the forefront of the stage. It illuminated from bottom to top, and the burgundy light projected Miles' figure on the curtain behind him, like a giant standing tall on the sky.
Miles played the cello, melodiously and magnificently, different from the previous gentleness and tenacity. At this moment, a majestic momentum burst out. The roof of the Staples Center opened, and the stars sprinkled down from the sky.
Then, one light goes out and another light comes on.
This time, it's the keyboard.
Lily's figure is projected on the curtain, sweating profusely but smiling, her fingertips dance lightly and nimbly on the black and white piano keys, and the flowing melody creates a layer of light on the eardrums——
"Listen" to those lights.
The melody turned into power, injected into the chest, and boiled in the blood.
Next, comes the bass.
Connor was so focused and immersed that he held the guitar as if embracing his lover. He leaned back slightly and used his whole body as support to hold up the bass, but he had a free and uninhibited attitude.
The sound of strings pulls the thoughts and slowly falls.
The red light rippled gently, evolving into blue bit by bit.
Hearing and vision are perfectly combined, but they collide with incredible sparks.
Finally, there is Anson.
In the projection of blue light, Anson is hiding behind the drum set, his eyes flashing brightly, some cunning, some cheerful, some bright.
This kind of Anson is strange, but also fascinating.
The turbulent and dense drumbeats are like the showers falling on the plantains in the midsummer afternoon, mixed with heat and excitement, and the breath of sunshine and soil permeates the air, but it does not make people timid, but is ready to rush out. , running through the raindrops with bare feet.
Open your arms and dance.
Involuntarily and uncontrollably, the body jumped together.
Rub rub rub, rub rub rub –
It's Miles.
The blue lights turned on at the same time, and the figures of Anson and Miles were projected on the screen. The coordination between cello and drums is a bit weak, but Anson and Miles have a perfect tacit understanding. Both of them move lightly and speak gently and delicately.
Anson's voice sang in the melody, stepping on the steps of the bard.
"The vast world was once dominated by me, and the huge waves were once surging because of my destiny. But now I show up alone at dawn, wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me." (Note 1)
The bass, added in, is steady and thick.
Keyboard, intersection, light and smooth.
One after another, they fit perfectly, and the band members exchanged glances with each other, looking at each other's embarrassment——
Sweating profusely, face flushed.
They were all like drowned rats, but no one cared about it at this moment. They even completely forgot that the Staples Center was full of guests and that this was the stage of the Grammy Awards.
At some point, they enter a state of selflessness and everything becomes simpler.
There was only each other, themselves and the instruments, the band and the music. They were immersed in the performance, using their souls to connect with the performance, and those notes flowed naturally from their hearts.
Others are no longer important.
It's pure, unadulterated happiness.
"I once controlled the life and death of mortals. I savored the fear in the pupils of my mortal enemy and listened happily to the people singing and applauding: 'The king is dead! The new king will be forever!"
"At this moment, I hold the authoritative meridian in my hand. In a flash, I realize that the palace wall is as deep as the sea. I suddenly realize that my grand plans and great achievements are just a mirage."
Natural, harmonious. resonance.
Precisely because of this, the notes collide with the instruments, the lyrics collide with the melody, and an incredible chemical reaction fills the air, and finally it all condenses on Anson.
Time and space have lost all meaning. They stand in the black hole of nothingness, looking back on the past and looking forward to the future. They are so small yet so magnificent, they are so void yet so fulfilling. The temperature and power of life are stirring in the chest. , can no longer continue to suppress.
boom.
At the end of the roar, the instruments collided and stirred, and Anson sang to his heart's content.
"Listen to the bells of Jerusalem, and the singing of the Roman cavalry reverberates through the mountains and seas. They serve as my mirror, sword and shield, and my missionaries stand beyond the borders."
"I just can't let it go for some reasons. Once you leave here, there will be no more harsh words. This is the era of my rule."
Dang, clang, bang, bang, bang.
The sound of bells and drums are intertwined, and goosebumps can't help but pop out crazily.
In his sight, he could clearly see the happiness and joy in Anson's eyes, which were not covered or modified, and the stars and the sea were shining brightly in the depths of his pupils.
Following Anson's gaze, Miles and Connor exchanged glances. The corners of their mouths both raised, and their smiles bloomed naturally.
The cello and bass are intertwined, ranging from gentle and watery to turbulent. The collision of strings is intertwined with each other, and mellowness and passion, classical and modern collisions create rich sparks.
There was no singing, no singing, just pure instrumental performance, but just such a performance made the entire Staples Center excited.
Everyone was dumbstruck, with their mouths wide open involuntarily, staring at this scene in stunned silence, bathing in the baptism of music and losing themselves.
Boom, boom, boom. Boom, boom, boom.
Drum roll, entrance.
It's Anson who, instead of disrupting the harmony, joins Miles and Connor in colliding with the echoes of the soul.
One time, another time, traveling through time, breaking through space, hitting hard under the heart, a kind of emotion that cannot be described in words burst out in an instant, and swept through my mind in a blink of an eye, completely losing the ability to resist this storm. Fly freely here.
Note 1: Viva-la-Vida——Coldplay
(End of chapter)