Chapter 278 I am yours
A guitar, a high stool, and a spotlight that is not bright, that's all.
The changes here were not noticed in the coffee house. As Hannah said, no one would notice the existence of background music in the coffee house. Unless it was a special performance, those performances would disappear in the background.
Perhaps, Anne and Hannah are the exceptions.
Kristen also noticed the abnormality, followed Annie's eyes, and immediately saw Anson, and the question marks were almost overflowing——
What's going on?
Kristen turned to look at Annie. Annie tried her best to make an innocent expression of knowing nothing. Then she looked at Jack and asked in a low voice.
It was only now that Jack noticed Anson.
Jack:? ? ?
Jack swore that he and Anson were friends who occasionally chatted, and didn’t know much about each other. This was the first time he knew that Anson could actually play the guitar, but when he thought about it seriously, he didn’t know anything about it. No surprise.
Jack looked at Annie.
Anne continued to look innocent.
In this brief moment of cross-talk, Anson was already ready.
Fingertips, gently plucked the strings, put away the jokes, and carefully tuned the strings. Clear and bright notes flowed out randomly and messily, making some noise. Occasionally, three or two guests noticed the changes. .
Unexpected, not that unexpected. Anyway, the performer is still the same performer. However, Anson, who is sitting quietly on the high stool, exudes a concentrated and calm charm, and his eyes can't help but Float over.
In the coffee house, the conversation was still flowing. It was not noisy or noisy, just a buzzing sound that vibrated gently in the night air.
Some people are talking and laughing, some are arguing, some are in close physical contact, and some are sitting by the window quietly watching the hustle and bustle of cars in the world outside...
A small world is divided into countless small worlds.
Irrelevantly but quietly and harmoniously coexisting in the same space.
The criss-crossing of sounds, figures, and light seems to be able to see the collision of different spaces, and completely different stories happening in parallel universes.
Then.
The clear guitar strings came, with no other instruments and no singing, just the most ordinary acoustic guitar strings, slightly simple chords, gurgling in the night, but jingling and jumping like a clear spring.
Light, graceful and fresh.
Just like spring in March, the ice and snow melt, spring returns to the earth, flowing down the fresh green water, the cold spring water seeps out from between the moss and stone cracks, and the cold air shines in the golden sunshine It warms up little by little, and I can't help but want to dance with the melody.
Between the clanking acoustic guitar strings, crisp drum beats occasionally pass through.
Drum beat?
Isn’t there only one person?
Looking over, you can see that there is really only one person on the stage. His slender fingertips are flying between the strings, and sometimes he slaps the piano case with the heel of his palm or forefoot to create different textures and colors. The drum beats and the whole performance level are enriched at once.
My gaze couldn’t help but linger——
Is this...a ballad?
Different from the overwhelming sound of jazz before, the fresh and natural sound of folk songs has no lethality. It will disappear into the background sound if you don't pay attention. However, the performance in front of you shows dazzling skills in simple chords, and the melody of people flying up and down is like Spring rain usually plays on the eardrums.
There are no lyrics or singing, but I can’t help but cast my eyes away.
Then, the face can be seen at a glance.
Handsome, clear and elegant.
Just sitting there makes people unable to take their eyes away, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the sun shines through the heavy clouds, warm but not hot, gentle but not hot, and tight. My heartstrings immediately relaxed.
Before he realized it, the corners of his mouth had slightly raised. Not only other viewers, but also Hannah looked at Anne with astonishment.
But this time, Annie is really innocent, and she doesn’t understand what Anson is doing.
The only thing that can be determined is that this Anson is slightly different from usual, a little restrained, a little low-key, a little quiet, but still shining brightly.
Anne couldn't move her eyes away, quietly, just intoxicated.
Hannah didn't get the answer, but she didn't have the time or energy to ask. She quickly turned her head to look at the stage, lest she miss any bit of the performance.
Kristen and Jack were no exception. They both looked at Anson with some curiosity and inquiry.
Anson is not in a hurry, always calm and calm, playing the melody with his fingertips. His purpose is not to attract attention or win applause, but purely to create an atmosphere for the two friends, so there is no need to rush.
The notes lingering in the coffee house are neither overwhelming nor gorgeous, but Anson seems to be playing music, playing freely and letting his imagination run wild, just to create an atmosphere.
So, Anson kept the melody simple, even with a little childish teasing and naughtiness, hiding his ridicule between the notes.
Raising his head, Anson also noticed the gazes of Jack and Kristen. A smile crept onto his brow, and he played two more eight-beats before getting to the point.
Deng, Deng, Deng, Deng, Deng, Deng.
The notes jumped at the fingertips, and then Anson's singing voice finally spread through the microphone.
“I admit that you have captured me, and you know it.”
“I try to be calm, but your heat makes me melt.”
"I can feel something is about to start, and now I'm trying to brake." (Note 1)
A little naughty, a little childish, a little fresh, the lyrics and the melody are not complicated, it is just a minor tune, even a little crude , but Anson sang with a slight smile, happiness and throbbing surged between the lyrics, and the sweetness overflowed.
Jack, your heart strings are plucked gently.
He didn't even have time to figure out what was going on with Anson's lyrics. He glanced at Kristen subconsciously, quickly retracted but couldn't help but glance again, and his heartbeat, which was not very fast, suddenly skipped a beat. .
The air is green and pink.
There was no need to roar or shout, the crowds of people in the coffee house slowly gathered towards the stage. The cheerful rhythm and petty bourgeoisie sentiment made people dazzled, and the whole atmosphere changed quietly.
“Before my aloofness completely collapsed, I tried to show my most handsome side, and nothing could stop me except God appearing.”
Haha.
There was a chuckle, the throbbing of budding emotions floated quietly in the air, and the whole world was filled with the breath of love.
“I speculate that this is an opportunity to either gain love or gain a lesson, but I will not hesitate any longer, no, no, no.”
Anson raised his gaze and looked at the crowd, like a butterfly landing on the shoulders of Jack and Kristen, humming softly.
“Can’t wait any longer, I’m-Yours.”
Tactful, graceful, the whole world is spinning, such a simple, straightforward, childish sentence , but caused all the countless parallel universes in the coffee house to collectively fall into a fatal romance.
Falling, falling slowly like this.
Note 1: I’m-Yours——Jason-Mraz
(End of this chapter)