Chapter 132 Fireworks Blossoms
Thump, thump—
Bang, bang, bang.
The keyboard cuts in and the drum beats converge, light and cheerful, making people involuntarily want to jump to the rhythm of the melody, like a waterfall of sunshine pouring down.
Papa, papa.
Then the guitar and bass joined in, and not only that, but Daniel and Tom jumped up and down, using their bodies to feel the rhythm and rhythm of the notes.
At a glance, you can see that the four young people are looking at each other. There is no tension, no anxiety, no worry, no restraint. They temporarily put down their baggage and are completely immersed in the melody, with their hearts colliding with the notes and creating sparks.
The simple melody and cheerful drum beats made the audience feel the lightness and joy of the notes without any difficulty, and could not help but be immersed in it.
A smile creeps up to the corners of your mouth.
Anson, with his hands jumping on the black and white keys, leaned forward slightly and approached the microphone.
Beep!
The unprofessional microphone made a harsh sound, which made Anson's facial features completely wrinkled, but he did not panic, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
“I like her dressing style, which is different from the ‘fashionable’ girls.” (Note 1)
Jumping, rhythm.
Anson's pronunciation is very clean, and he even deliberately makes the syllables short. In this way, every pronunciation can collide with the notes, and the singing fits the rhythm, further enhancing the sense of release of punk.
quick. Jump. bomb.
It is as if you can feel the touch of the syllables bouncing on your teeth, jumping above your heart.
“I like that she keeps her own color, I think she has her own beauty.”
Bang bang, bang bang.
After a pause, Anson's slender fingers paused on the black and white keys, and he raised his head to look at his bandmates. The four of them looked at each other, and the excitement and excitement in their eyes shone faintly.
It's like the rays of light falling on the Caribbean Sea.
Michael is still the same Michael——
With his retro Jarhead, nerdy appearance, and colorful Skittles sprinkled on the black and white piano keys, he looks like a teenager who has not grown up yet.
But Michael is no longer that Michael. When he sits behind the keyboard, when he starts singing, a light emanates from his whole body, and it is impossible to take his eyes away.
Bang!
Michael's hands fell on the black and white keys, and the Skittles jumped up. He couldn't help but nodded slightly and sang loudly into the microphone.
“She’s-so-lovely!
She’s so-lovely!”
Shout as much as you want.
At this moment, Mia appeared.
Riding her electric scooter, with a fluffy afro like a squirrel's tail, no one noticed her silent appearance; her attention was completely on her mustang, and she did not notice Michael who was practicing in the band, music It's also completely background sound.
Mia passed by the garage smoothly and went straight to her car.
Her eyes and heart were all focused on the hazy blue Mustang parked in the garage next door. As soon as it came into view, the smile on the corner of her mouth completely bloomed, and she could not hide or control her joy and happiness.
However, Michael was still shouting.
“She is so cute!
She is so cute! ”
The picture is an intersection.
Michael did not notice Mia, and Mia also did not notice Michael. The same space, two worlds, completely unrelated.
< br>However, the melody and singing evolved into background music and naturally accompanied Mia on the stage.
Although Mia didn't notice, it didn't mean that others didn't.
The three girls sat on the sofa between the two garages, their bodies sinking heavily into the sponge, staring at Michael with lustful expressions on their faces -
unable to look away.
The girls couldn't help but open their mouths to the point where saliva might be dripping down, and then they crowded together like moles.
“Oh, God.”
“He can fix cars, he can play guitar, he can play piano, he can compose, he can sing, and he reads Woolf. He’s really So charming.”
"I thought it was just me, I really think he's so cute."
"Ahhh!"
The woodchuck screamed.
Amidst the loud music, the girls screamed uncontrollably, looking at Michael sitting behind the keyboard, already taking off Michael's clothes with his eyes——
White T-shirt with the word "creep" written on the left chest. A sky blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbow; paired with light blue jeans and dark blue canvas shoes.
The whole person looks clean and fresh, but traces of oil stains can be seen on the cuffs and jeans. He is not sloppy at all, but has a different kind of charm, which is completely different from the nerdy temperament of Jarhead.
I can’t take my eyes away at all.
Those screams did not alarm Michael, but they succeeded in alarming Mia.
Mia looked over with confusion, and then she noticed Michael who was practicing in the garage.
Michael was singing his heart out.
"She is a beauty, a beauty, but she likes someone else, that's a pity."
"She doesn't know how beautiful she is, but this makes her even more beautiful."
Mia was slightly startled——
Who sang Michael’s lyrics?
At this moment, Michael raised his eyes and inadvertently spotted Mia. Across most of the garage, Michael and Mia exchanged glances, and then you could see a shy smile creeping onto the corners of Michael's mouth.
“You don’t know.
You don’t know.
You don’t know how beautiful you are.”
Mia, stunned, why is Michael? Watch yourself and continue singing.
Is this just a coincidence?
Is this just her random imagination?
It was all because of the three girls nearby who were screaming prairie dogs and couldn't stop at all, which gave her an inexplicable idea. It was obvious that Michael's song was sung for those girl fans.
Yes, it must be so.
“I don’t know.
I have no idea.
I don’t know how to forget all this. ”
Bang.
Bang bang bang.
Annie tried to divert her attention, trying to remind herself of the purpose of coming to the garage, but the cheerful melody and passionate drumbeats He hit his chest hard one after another, and inadvertently, his heartbeat was out of rhythm
Those melodies, those lyrics, the sound of it all fell perfectly on the heart, causing gentle ripples and completely confusing the lake of the heart.
Anne herself didn't realize it, as if there was an invisible red thread pulling her. She raised her head and looked over, and she could see Anson's eyes at a glance.
Clear. bright. Profound.
That faint smile, looking over so intently and so boldly, suddenly focused on the center of the room, so much so that Anne couldn't help but look away, but she didn't have time to react, and immediately looked back again.
His hands were flying on the black and white keyboard, and the drumbeats and notes collided together, just like the collision of sunlight and waves, and the hot but refreshing air hit his face.
"I like the way she bites her lip."
Anne couldn't help biting her lip.
“I like her awkward and jerky dance steps.”
Annie straightened her back slightly.
“I like the way she holds my gaze.”
Anne subconsciously avoided looking.
“I like that she doesn’t know her own beauty at all.”
Time stopped at this moment, as if even the sunshine and breeze stopped briefly, Annie and Anson, Mia and Michael Their eyes intertwined, the world became quiet, and everything else no longer mattered.
The drumbeats are like fireworks, blooming in the mind, one, two, three or four, thousands of them blooming at the same time, and the whole brain is roaring.
Magnificent and grand.
Note 1: She’s-so-lovely——scouting-for-girls
Third update.
(End of this chapter)