Chapter 1240 Serial Impact
finally!
Finally, my thoughts came back, but I couldn't find an outlet for the turbulent emotions in my mind. At the end of the shock and shock, I barely found an instinctive reaction, and subconsciously clapped my hands to release the energy.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.
The applause thundered, from zero to a hundred, pushed to the extreme in one second, and exploded across the board.
Then, the lights at Staples Center finally came on——
The stage is empty.
No Anson, no Miles, Lily, and Connor, not even instruments.
It took me half a beat to realize that the lighting had changed its position and was now aimed at the sub-stage, diverting people's attention from the main stage. This is the most basic and simple rule of live television.
However, their panicked brains forgot this fact.
But when I turned to look at the main stage, it was the same thing. All the band members had disappeared. If it weren't for the band still being there, it would almost make people think that nothing happened just now, it was just a dream.
So, was it a dream?
What exactly had they just witnessed? What exactly have you experienced?
Like a dream, confused.
The whole person is suspended in the air, unable to grasp the center of gravity and unable to find balance. He is in the clouds and fog, half asleep and half awake. The passionate and moving, magical and exciting feeling fills his whole chest, but he can't find an accurate way to express it. He was so stupidly caught in the impact that he lost his ability to react.
So, the only thing they could do was high-five.
Use the simplest, most original but also the most direct and sincere way to vent all the emotions stirring deep in your soul.
Once upon a time, they had forgotten the original intention and essence of music, and were gradually lost in the eccentricity of Vanity Fair. They were just like zombies bathing in applause and cheers. They thought they were at the top of the world, but they couldn't help but question.
Why is happiness increasingly difficult? Why is happiness becoming increasingly rare? Why are desires increasingly unfulfilled?
Also, why is music and performance no longer a joy?
Until tonight. Until now.
Deep in the dusty corners of my heart, something breaks out, dispelling the darkness and lighting up the world.
Then, I couldn't control it anymore.
More and more fanatical, more and more turbulent.
Applause and thunder lingered for a long time, stirring the whole audience. Even if the band was no longer on the stage on August 31, no one could stop.
The collective stood up and applauded warmly.
Roaring, stirring, and spreading mightily.
Rushing all the way to the backstage, Anson was exhausted for a while, and all his energy and spirit were vented without reservation, leaving him feeling empty.
My knees were weak and I almost lost my balance, but that kind of happiness and joy could not be replaced by anything.
Turning around, Anson looked at his bandmates, spread his arms, and cheered ecstatically.
"We did it, hey guys, we did it!"
Ahhhh, ahhhhh.
Each one screamed like a groundhog. Connor excitedly hugged his friends one by one, regardless of the disgust on Lily and Miles' faces. However, after the hug, Connor without warning His eyes were red, and he stood there silently wiping his tears like a lost child.
They jumped, cheered, and raised their arms, so happy and wanton, even happier than winning a Grammy.
Everything, so simple.
Higgins was on full alert, trying to remind the band members that they should go change stage clothes and then return to the audience.
However, the words were swirling in his mouth, but he couldn't say them out.
Watching this scene, Higgins felt a lot, as if there was a ball of cotton stuffed in his chest. Thousands of words surged up, but he couldn't find the correct way to express it.
Then, Higgins saw Anson let out a long, long breath. His hands and knees were shaking, and he was almost unsteady.
It turned out that Anson was also nervous, but he was just careful to cover it up. It turns out that after standing at the top of the Hollywood pyramid and receiving two Grammy trophies tonight, Anson still gets nervous about a performance.
It turns out that after the hearty venting, Anson would lose his strength, feel relieved, and reveal his true feelings.
Anson seemed to notice Higgins' gaze and raised his head to look over.
Eye contact.
"Shh." Anson put his finger on his lips and smiled.
Higgins couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't help but smile.
Before Higgins could respond, there was a commotion behind him.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.
Turning around, I saw the dancers, singers, and staff standing backstage, all standing on both sides of the corridor, applauding the August 31st band.
Those performances were not only dedicated to Archie, but also sung from their hearts.
Applause extended from the front to the backstage.
This scene fell in Connor's eyes. He could no longer control himself and burst into tears. He turned around in a hurry and covered his face with his hands to hide himself.
However, Anson did not coy. He opened his hands, high-fived people on both sides of the corridor, and ran.
That splendid and lively atmosphere swept through the venue like a tornado, from the front to the backstage, no one was exempted.
The same goes for Archie and Gloria.
Laughing loudly, crying loudly, venting and partying until exhaustion, then looking at each other's embarrassment, they both laughed loudly.
In the past, Archie always heard people say that if you like a singer, you must go to his concert, because the music heard on the tape is different from the performance at the concert, and the kind of touching and impact are not the same at all. One thing, don’t leave any regrets.
Achi didn't understand and didn't understand.
He was not prepared to go to the concert, after all, he was a disabled person.
But now, Archie had a wish, a small wish. He wanted to watch a concert. He wanted to stand there and feel the power of music.
If it were the band's concert on August 31st, it would be perfect.
Raising his head and staring at the big screen of the live broadcast, Archie silently made a wish.
The applause continued vigorously and vigorously, and the energy of the roaring and tsunami seemed to have no end in sight. It lasted for three minutes, which lasted as long as thirty years.
Seeing that the applause finally subsided, the second half of the Grammy Awards ceremony slowly kicked off, and the awards had to continue to be awarded.
But he never expected that outside the Staples Center, another billowing wave of air surged, and the majestic and turbulent energy shot straight into the sky.
What's going on?
Even Archie, who had lost his hearing, felt this energy and couldn't help but turn his head and look over.
boom. Boom boom boom.
boom!
It climbed steadily and exploded across the board.
Archie and Gloria understood at the same time and said in unison, "Delay."
It is precisely because of the delay in the CBS live broadcast that the audience in front of the TV finally felt the shock of the scene and belatedly joined the carnival.
The sound waves are rolling, not only in Los Angeles, but also in the entire North American continent. Volcanoes begin to awaken, and finally condense into a force, layer by layer, wave by wave, and continue to surge towards the Staples Center. , the continuous heat wave completely swallowed up the venue in an instant.
Roaring, stirring blood.
(End of chapter)