Chapter 1289 True feelings revealed
“I don’t record things that can’t be sold, Mr. Cash. Gospel songs like this can’t be sold.”
Johnny’s cheeks turned red instantly, Even his ears were red, and without realizing it, he raised his chin and tried to suppress Sam with his eyes.
Johnny asked, with a hint of anger, "Is it the gospel song or the way I sing?"
Sam could feel the anger coming towards him, but for him There is no impact, "all."
Johnny:...
This back and forth of hitting the wall made Johnny calm down a little, "Very good, what's wrong with my singing?"
Sam paused, quietly Looking at Johnny, he deliberately slowed down his speech and said word by word, "I . No. Believe it. You."
Dallas was a little excited, a little carried away -
Crazy, he must be crazy, he dared to talk to Anson like this, even though he didn't. It was condescending, but the arrogance in his words could not be clearer.
However, despite being crazy, Dallas had an intuition that this was the right thing to do, and the words that were deeply imprinted in his mind came out naturally.
Looking at the man in front of him, Sam maintained a sitting posture, neither leaning forward nor shrinking back, facing that look calmly and calmly.
Johnny raised his chin, and his slightly drooped eyelids concealed the turbulent emotions in his eyes. He was extremely angry but calmed down, and asked in an extremely calm voice, so calm that there was no temperature, no waves, no emotion, But this just shows the suppressed anger to the extreme.
There is also a hint of contempt.
“You mean, I don’t believe in God?”
This is a matter of principle, but also a matter of belief. Johnny thinks that the oily guy in front of him is provoking his own bottom line.
The cold voice made the two people behind realize that something was wrong.
Luthor spoke, his voice tight, "JR, forget it, let's go."
Johnny Cash, formerly known as "JR Cash", his parents were uneducated , unable to determine the specific name, so I just took two letters. "R" was added entirely to match "J" to avoid a monosyllabic name, and is not an abbreviation of any complete name.
Later when he joined the army, the army did not allow the use of abbreviations, so he changed his name to "Johnny Cash".
However, really close friends, or when trying to calm him down, will still call him "JR", in this way awakening Johnny's childhood memories.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work this time.
JR did not regain his composure, he refused Luther and Marshall's dissuasion.
"No. I want to find out."
Those eyes were full of sincerity and seriousness.
"I mean, we come here, we perform for a minute, and then he tells me I don't believe in God?"
This anger, it's burning.
Sam did not flinch, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a touch of sarcasm, "You know exactly what I mean."
"We have heard this kind of song more than a hundred times... ...just like...the way you sing..."
Those drawn-out notes are so annoying and so provocative, so condescending and judgmental.
Johnny was stunned: ...
He couldn't refute.
However, he needed to refute.
Johnny gritted his teeth tightly, "You don't allow us to sing about feelings (Bring-it-Home)."
Sam, "Sing about feelings..." He smiled directly , sneered, ridiculed, "Sing out the feelings?" The more he laughed, the happier he became, "Then let's talk about singing out the feelings."
The smile disappeared without warning.
Sam sat on the chair, looking down at Johnny without even needing any extra movement. "Suppose you were hit by a truck and you lay dying in a stinking ditch, and you only had time to sing one song, a song to make people remember you before you return to dust, a song A song that lets God know how you feel on earth, a song that sums up your long life.”
"Tell me, can you sing this song?"
"Like the songs we hear Jimmy Davis sing on the radio all day long? With a kind of Then tell us in a calm tone that this is called reality and how do you shout out your emotions?"
"Or are you going to sing something else?"
Inflected, sarcastic and full of firepower.
Sam held nothing back.
Sam's speech was not fast, not urgent, word for word, looking directly into Johnny's eyes the whole time.
Then, in those deep eyes, Sam saw the pain and struggle that Johnny inadvertently revealed, and then quickly covered it up in the blink of an eye.
Sam paused and then thought about it.
“Something real? Some of your feelings?”
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“Because I’m telling you now, that’s what you’re serious about wanting to hear Music, that is the music that can truly save the soul. It has nothing to do with whether you believe in God, Mr. Cash, what really matters is whether you believe in yourself."
Some intuition told Sam: He believed it. This stupid boy in front of me.
Whether it was the last time he recommended himself or this moment, Sam could see some energy and enthusiasm in his eyes.
That is sincere and vulnerable.
It is urgent and intense.
This is just an invisible and intangible intuition, but he wants to believe it.
Sam stared at Johnny, just watching quietly, calmly, generously and sincerely.
Bathed in Sam's sight, Johnny's stubbornness and anger slowly calmed down quietly. His raised chin lowered and finally pressed against his chest, escaping in embarrassment and embarrassment, not even daring to look directly into Sam's eyes.
He closed his eyes, with pain and struggle gently pulling between his brows.
The whole place was completely silent. I don’t know since when, no one spoke, and even the sound of the beating heart had quietly disappeared.
Hunter stared at the handsome face on the monitor screen. His forbearance, his struggle, and his pulling were fleeting in the blink of an eye, carefully hidden in his frowning eyebrows. ; However, the confusion that leaked out in an instant was so real and rich.
That's Johnny Cash.
Fans who really know Johnny know that he is not perfect, not only not, but also riddled with scars.
In the 1950s and 1960s, paparazzi had not yet appeared and news dissemination was not developed. Those singers stood on the stage glamorously, and people rarely knew about their private lives. Real appearance.
However, Johnny Cash was not like that.
Not because he shows his private life gracefully and tells the world everything in detail; but because his music inadvertently reveals his truth, those fragility, scars, pain, struggles, everything. Everything is hidden in the melody, so real.
It is precisely because of this that Johnny Cash’s music has the energy to stir up the soul and strike the soul——
He is never perfect.
Later, the media became more and more developed, and a Johnny with wounds and bruises appeared in the eyes of the general public, but they were not surprised at all.
Also, it is not exclusive.
On the contrary, this is Johnny in their minds, a real and fragile man in black, an imperfect but always working hard to persevere.
It was only now that Hunter finally saw the real Johnny Cash in his mind on the monitor screen.
(End of this chapter)