Chapter 1288: Adapt to circumstances
A little bit of regret, a little bit of regret.
All emotions are revealed naturally, slowly immersed in the silent atmosphere.
At this moment, it’s Dallas himself and Sam Phillips——
He can’t lie. If this performance doesn’t work, it just won’t work.
The young man in front of me came to recommend myself, with a sense of urgency and desire.
It can be seen that he is shy and reserved, and is obviously not good at such things. It took a lot of courage to take the first step, go to ask about the situation of Sun Records, and carefully express the deep feelings about his dream in his heart. Desire and pursuit are revealed, exposing one's weakness and softness.
That kind of simplicity and simplicity made Sam admire him in a new way.
Because Sam himself is the same, he only has a dream and a studio, that's all.
He thought that he should give him a chance because he could see the passion and sincerity in those shy eyes.
He thought that he should let him continue singing, at least for one more bar, and maybe there would be a surprise later.
However...
Sam couldn't hide his regret. He was even more regretful and lamentable than the young man in front of him. He sincerely hoped to unearth a treasure.
Unfortunately, there is only one Elvis Presley, and Sun Records may not be able to meet a second genius.
Johnny didn't notice.
He was completely immersed in his performance and didn't even realize that he was nervous. How could he have the energy to observe Sam's reaction?
Johnny felt that he was getting better.
Now, he needs to open his voice and release his emotions and sounds together. After the verse is foreshadowed, the chorus is the moment to show off his talent.
"Everything is real, I want to shout loudly..."
Johnny did not yell at the top of his voice, but injected his soul into it, and his body swayed gently with the melody, trying to express the lyrics The real feelings inside.
But in Sam's opinion -
There is nothing new.
This is basically a routine. Every singer thinks that he "injects soul", but the plain white voice really has no emotion or soul at all.
Moreover, all gospel singers are like this, with soulful verses and passionate choruses, all the same.
Sam finally couldn't control himself and raised his right hand, trying to stop Johnny.
Johnny didn't notice. He even closed his eyes, looking intoxicated. Luther and Marshall were no exception, immersed in their own world.
That scene, that look, made Sam twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly ridiculous and bitter smile:
Maybe, they used the recording studio as their own porch, holding their guitars , drank a bottle of beer, sang softly in the warm evening breeze of Memphis, their wives and friends cheered, and then they thought they could make a record.
"Ahem."
Although he was very reluctant, Sam cleared his throat and tried to interrupt the performance.
Unfortunately, it was still unsuccessful. Johnny and his two companions continued to sing -
Calmly, relentlessly, trying their best to inject energy, but there was still no spark.
“Wait a minute.”
“Wait a minute!”
Sam had the courage to interrupt the performance with a voice.
Johnny was stunned, stunned and surprised. Luther and Marshall finally woke up holding their instruments, but obviously they didn't know what happened.
Johnny's eyes began to shake violently.
I was shocked for a moment. Their performance was entering the most exciting part, why was it interrupted?
I was nervous for a while. Is this the end of the matter? Did he screw up his only chance?
The mixed emotions were tugging randomly in the pupils, but they disappeared before they had time to ferment, and finally evolved into a daze, standing there blankly.
However, Sam didn't notice, or in other words, he didn't have time to notice.
If he felt guilty every time he rejected a singer who came to audition, he would stop doing this business. Despite the regret, despite the frustration, Sam had to be honest.
“I hate to interrupt people, but do you have any other songs?”
Silence. Quiet.
Luther and Marshall moved their gazes blankly, and finally looked at Johnny.
Johnny is still frozen in place, time has moved on, but his thoughts are still behind: What happened, their performance was interrupted?
Obviously the climax should be the highlight next, right?
The air slowly stiffened and settled.
Dallas was slightly uncomfortable. He finally noticed the eyes in front of him. The eyes fell on him stiffly and straightly, motionless, as if he could see through all his thoughts through his eyes, which made him slightly Showing embarrassment.
A little nervous, a little uneasy.
However, not the cowering and fearful kind, but the kind before you are ready to rip off the Band-Aid.
Dallas knew that he had to be fast, accurate and ruthless, as long-term pain would be worse than short-term pain.
After taking a breath, Sam avoided Johnny's eyes and looked at Luther and Marshall. They both seemed at a loss and didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.
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Helplessly, Sam looked at Johnny again and let out the breath that had been stuck in his throat.
"Sorry, I can't sell any more gospel songs."
"Can't sell any more."
Band-Aid, tear it off.
Sam began to pack his things. There was no need to continue this audition.
The air remained quiet, with only the sound of pages being turned over.
Finally, Johnny's soul kept up with the passage of time and returned to his body. His brain recognized the reality. Amidst the shock and unexpected impact, tension, anger, confusion, and confusion were intertwined. .
Johnny finally found his voice.
"So, that's it?"
Even this sentence is so light and powerless, like duckweed, unable to grasp the center of gravity and unable to find balance, floating in the breeze .
Johnny could feel his vocal cords vibrating, as if they were traveling in space -
Without air, sound cannot travel.
So, there was only vibration and no sound. Johnny was not sure whether the other party heard his words, and he didn't know how to express himself.
The only thing he could do was look directly at Sam, trying to convey what he meant with his eyes.
With intent and concentration.
Sam felt the warmth in his eyes and stopped packing his things. He raised his head helplessly and looked into Johnny's eyes:
Stubborn. Persistence. Innocent. childish.
At this moment, Sam was sitting on the high stool, and Johnny remained standing. His spine, which was stiff and slightly hunched due to nervousness, was completely straightened. His tall and straight posture, chic temperament and handsome face, Like a green pine, it stood upright, overlooking him from a high position.
From bottom to top, Sam could clearly see the look in those eyes, with an innocence that had not been polished by society.
Sam thought for a moment and raised his chin slightly. Although he was still at a disadvantage, he quietly turned the situation around and firmly grasped the initiative.
What should he say?
"I don't record what I can't sell. Mr. Cash."
No twist, one hit.
“Gospel songs like this can’t be sold.”
Although plain, the direct words were so sharp and powerful, instantly destroying Johnny’s self-esteem and pride. All smashed to pieces.
(End of this chapter)