Chapter 1267: Immersed in Notes
Reese was a little distracted as her mind was filled with thoughts.
Standing there blankly, his thoughts had already flown into outer space.
However, Reese did not leave after all. Although she could not find the meaning of standing here, an indescribable impulse still made her insist on standing where she was, immersed in her own messy thoughts. .
Until my calves were slightly sore and my knees were a little unable to stand.
Tired.
Reese adjusted her posture and looked down at her watch——
Two minutes?
What! Did she just stand here for less than two minutes?
Reese couldn't believe her eyes. No, no, no, it wasn't two minutes, it should be twenty minutes. How could it be only two minutes?
God, her physical sensation lasted for two hours...
This realization hit Reese so hard that she became a little uncomfortable and touched her neck in embarrassment, trying to hide her embarrassment.
However, Reese immediately discovered that no one else noticed her at all, that is, she was alone in embarrassment, and she couldn't help but let out a long breath.
At this time, the sound of guitar strings came from directly in front -
Clear, calm and slightly bright.
Reese looked up and saw Anson strumming the strings.
The slender fingers are flying between the strings, the notes are gurgling, quiet and soothing, flowing slowly and slowly, everything seems magical.
Melody is supposed to be a hearing experience, but Reese seems to be able to touch the tenderness and fragility of the notes. They may disperse with a light touch, quietly emitting a faint light, in the endless dark night He groaned softly, and the gentle vibrations in the air slowly landed on the surface of his skin and stirred up.
Is this the sense of touch?
Boundless darkness surrounded it, thick and deep, with no end or exit in sight. The faint light swayed between bright and dark, and could be extinguished at any time.
However, it is so stubborn and tenacious.
One more time, another time, the collision of fingertips and strings gently stirred up layers of ripples, gently touching Reese's heart. The faint light kept flickering, and the faint halo tried its best to resist the heavy weight. of darkness.
But it is not a call for help, but to dispel the surrounding darkness, illuminate a small world, and light up a ray of dawn in the endless silence and loneliness.
It seems to be saying, I am still here, always there.
Caught off guard, Reese's heart suddenly contracted, and a sour pain pulled at her chest.
She was startled.
When did it start? Her heart was covered with tiny wounds.
Once upon a time, those voices complained that she was a good-for-nothing pink Barbie doll, those voices that mocked her as a shoehorned face, ugly and disgusting, those voices that thought she could never become a real actress...
She can't hear, but she won't admit defeat.
Because she knew that they just wanted to see her hurt, see her in pain, and see her suffering in the darkness, so she refused to let them get their wish.
So, she showed a brighter smile, raised her chin high, faced the abuse and attacks with a bright smile, stepped on their envy and jealousy, climbed to the peak of her career, she didn't even bother to retaliate against them, because they had already been with her Not on the same level.
No need.
However, those words, eyes, and prejudices still left dense wounds in her heart, which she never realized.
Until now.
Everything, just like...Joan Carter.
Her smile, her sunshine, her brightness, her cheerfulness, are like the sun dispelling the darkness for Johnny Cash and saving Johnny's soul from falling into hell.
But what about herself?
She also carries her own struggles and pain. But every time she steps on the stage, she always shows her brightest and hottest side, using enthusiasm and happiness to complete self-salvation and fight against the darkness.
Reese was still stunned, standing there, unable to move, staring at Anson quietly and blankly.
Just a guitar.
Anson did not sing, but played the guitar wholeheartedly. His tiredness and confusion, his tenacity and tenacity, those positive and negative emotions all collided and rubbed along the fingertips and the strings, It evolved into notes gurgling and flowing quietly into the air.
“A note has no meaning before you meet your soulmate.”
So, what happens after you meet it?
Starlight lights up in the endless darkness little by little, shining persistently and stubbornly, burning the power of the soul and blooming with faint light.
Those notes turned into starlight, flying around the recording room.
Without warning, Reese burst into tears.
She didn’t know what was happening to her, and was even a little confused, but the wound on her heart was pulling gently, and the sour and numb pain turned into tears filling her eyes. She stood helpless, full of tears. , like a fool.
Time has lost its meaning at this moment.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, Reese didn't realize it, she just stood there quietly, letting her heart and thoughts get lost in the melody.
At this moment, she is Reese Witherspoon and Joan Carter. At the same time, she is still an ordinary little girl, embracing the dream of being an actress, standing under the vast starry sky and depicting the brilliance and splendor at the end of her dream. Not only is she There are spotlights and millions of viewers.
So, why does she aspire to be an actress? Why does June Carter want to be a singer?
Because of the attention, because of the lights, because of Vanity Fair? Maybe all, but it is far more than that. They are eager to inject their own emotions into artistic works, create an emotional connection with the audience, and share the emotional resonance they share in a movie or a song.
The reason why actors can become actors and the reason why singers can become singers is that they are inseparable from the audience. Without the audience, they are nothing.
Now, Reese finally understood what Anson meant.
In this moment, the music becomes a bridge, creating a connection between Reese and Anson, from performer to listener and back to performer again, and the performance before them is given meaning.
Bang!
Reese was startled when the recording studio door was pushed open.
As soon as he turned his head, Connor's reckless and sweaty figure came in, carefully looked at it, and showed a simple smile,
"Sorry, we are late."
Then there's Lily.
Finally, Miles.
They filed in and hurriedly said hello to Reese. When they saw Anson in the recording room, they dropped their backpacks and luggage one by one and joined immediately.
Reese looked at the scene in front of her in stunned silence, her brain completely shut down and unable to keep up with the speed. She watched them enter the recording room in a daze.
Anson's playing still did not stop. They spontaneously found their own instruments, but they did not rush to join. Instead, they got familiar with the instruments at their own pace. They didn't even have time to drink water, one by one. I have entered the world of music.
Reese: ...how did all this happen? Could it be that this is a dream, she is like Alice. Breaking into the world of the Mad Hatter?
Time? How long have Anson's performances been going on, and what are they planning to do now? Are you going to start playing right away?
Who am I. where am i. What am I doing.
Questions are overflowing with no answers.
However, the wonderful thing is that it seems that all the question marks are not important. Not at all.
(End of this chapter)