Chapter 229 Street Performance
“No, Karen, believe me, it’s different, it’s really different this time.”
“Really! I saw him on the red carpet At that moment, I really felt the electricity running through my knees, and I really felt my heart skip a beat.”
Blair Miller was a little frustrated, and she was trying to explain the Emmy Awards ceremony to her friends. Magical moments that happen on the red carpet.
In just forty-eight hours, the rumors about that night had already spread, and reached their peak when "Entertainment Weekly" awarded Anson the best photogenic fashion look on the red carpet. All the discussions could no longer be controlled. Live, completely boiling, arousing curiosity and being accompanied by controversy.
Clearly, Blair is an Ansonian.
But friends are not.
In Blair's view, watching TV with your own eyes and hearing rumors are completely different things. "If you saw Anson, you wouldn't say that."
Karen-Fox ) didn’t believe it, and nodded perfunctorily, “Yes, yes, that’s it, everything you said is right.”
After saying this, his attention had already drifted away. When Karen looked at it, Come on, that topic is worthless for discussion. Anyway, it all depends on Blair's mouth. Blair's chatter and complaints are still in her ears, but Karen's eyes are looking forward, and she inadvertently notices a figure——
A small encirclement, just a dozen or so people, is not worth mentioning on the turbulent streets of New York. You can see inside at a glance.
It should look like a street performance.
Bad streets.
Karen didn't pay attention, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted to the figure in the crowd. It was like a touch of green emerging from the winter in early spring in March. The thin golden sunlight fell lightly, a green and sparse touch. The spring scenery slowly spreads, awakening every cell in the body.
Karen was stunned and said, "Blair, let's go over and take a look."
Normally, he would pass by ten times, and Karen would definitely not stop; today, unexpectedly, he stepped forward and approached quickly.
Poof.
Poof.
My heartbeat accelerated. Karen had to use all her strength to control her urge to scream. This is a handsome guy, okay?
"He."
The sound of Blair taking a breath of cold air was heard in her ears. Karen nodded repeatedly and was about to tell Blair that such a handsome guy is worthy of admiration:
No makeup, no dressing up, no lights and no media flattery, real and He simply stands in front of him, but firmly grasps his gaze with outstanding temperament.
But before he could speak, Blair's voice continued, "Anson!"
Karen, "What?"
Blair, "This is Anson, I'm talking to you about Anson. Oh, God, why is Anson here?"
Karen was stunned and stared blankly at the man in front of her. Her brain stopped moving completely and she even forgot to breathe.
Anson did not notice the movement of the crowd around him. They were practicing and rehearsing——
Anson had an idea, a bold attempt.
However, the band needs to cooperate. Not only do they need to be familiar with the music score, they also need to be familiar with the rhythm and rhythm of each other. Practice is the only way out.
Performance is one thing, the stage performance of music and the camera performance of acting are the same.
When they start to care about the audience's expressions and feedback, the impact of reality often causes interference, and then they are involved in the dilemma of worrying about gains and losses.
When they immerse themselves wholeheartedly in performance and practice, focusing on themselves, the melody/role, and eliminating distractions, they can achieve perfection.
Little by little, they began to discuss, start to run in, and start to practice. They completely forgot about themselves, temporarily forgetting the crowd, and transformed the street into a practice room. That concentration and devotion exuded a different charm, even if they Still not very skilled, actually some people stopped one after another. The number of people was not large. Maybe they were curious about the behind-the-scenes footage of the band's rehearsal, maybe because the melody they inadvertently captured was particularly pleasant, maybe because the band's selfless practice inadvertently gave off different colors, but in the end, the onlookers The crowd slowly grew.
It is slightly different from the punk rock band in "The Princess Diary". Today Anson thought about cleverly using the presence of the cello to create different sparks——
The band is still a band, but not limited to rock and roll, a little pop, a little country, a little rock, and a little retro.
Twenty years later, the boundaries between music types have become increasingly thin. The mixture of different styles and types collides with a new auditory impact, bringing new possibilities after music and art creation has reached a bottleneck.
Some music is outstanding because of the poetic lyrics, some music steals all the attention because of the rhythm, and some music touches the heart because of the beautiful melody.
In Anson’s view, they need to make clever use of the cello, but they must break the general public’s stereotype of the cello, so they should use the cello as the protagonist, but they should try to catch the ears with rhythm and drum beats, so, A new kind of music-making inspiration comes to mind.
At this moment, temporarily let go of the pressure to succeed, temporarily let go of the dream of changing history, temporarily let go of the countless anxieties in real life, and just focus on music. Each adventure and attempt is also a fun, and relive the beginning of music. Bring yourself happiness and return to your original intention.
As Anson said, if they are really ready to give up, they can at least give themselves a chance to unpack and enjoy themselves before giving up.
Anyway, this is the end, isn’t it?
After stumbling and stumbling, the smile actually climbed back to the corners of my mouth. With my focused eyes and immersed thoughts, I didn't notice the changes around me at all.
Until a certain moment, Connor let out a long breath and saw the crowd around him from the corner of his eyes -
At a glance, there were at least thirty people.
Thirty people are not that many, but they have been performing on the street for two years. Except for the first time someone stopped because they were curious about the cello and saw more people, they have never seen anything like this again.
Connor's heart almost jumped out.
"God!"
Connor exclaimed, and then Lily and Miles also noticed. Their expressions immediately stiffened, and they no longer were as focused and relaxed as before.
The pressure is coming.
Anson also noticed it and turned around to look around.
He was also a little nervous.
Although he has performed in "Princess Diaries" and even though the original owner has performed in his memory, street performance is still a completely unfamiliar endeavor to him.
Anson let out a breath, remember, he was ready to seize every moment of his life and enjoy this hard-won second life.
“Hey, guys.”
Anson said.
“What we should be thinking about is not success or failure, because you have failed and you are ready to give up. This is the last carnival.”
“We should firmly grasp the moment and enjoy it as much as we can. Enjoy the music. In the beginning, that's what made you dream and embark on this journey."
"How about it, are you ready?"
Loneliness.
Lily swallowed, a little unsure, "But, we have only been practicing for a long time, what if something goes wrong?"
Fifth update.
(End of this chapter)