Chapter 853 Enjoy Today
Thump thump, thump thump.
Mistake, mist, mist, mist...
The guitar strings were sweeping rapidly, and the clear and bright notes were released like the roar of a waterfall, flowing endlessly and sweeping the entire audience.
Performing is a kind of artistic creation, which vividly shows Anson’s happiness and joy at this moment. It is not forgetting or running away, but opening its arms to embrace life, including the pain and struggle, including the frustration and Torture, don't deny everything because of pain, because life is very long, and because there are more things in life worth remembering.
Melody, galloping.
Anson looked at Miles, and Miles looked at Anson. The collision of string instruments actually produced a distinct layer at this moment. He didn’t even need singing, just relying on notes and melody to bring out the brightness deep in his soul. The emotions are vividly displayed, grand and surging, public and turbulent.
Boiling, burning, roaring.
Then.
Lily and Connor joined in, clapping their hands and singing at the top of their lungs——
roar! Hey!
Camilla can no longer control herself. Go to hell with other people's eyes and put aside all secular rules. She just wants to focus on herself. She just wants to embrace her life to the fullest.
Maybe it will end tomorrow.
Maybe there will be more terrible shit happening tomorrow.
Perhaps, the pain will never go away.
But she will not deny herself, nor will she let those storms swallow her up. She will live and firmly grasp every bit of truth within her reach.
Roar!
Camilla shouted after her.
Hey!
The magic is that the corners of the mouth rise like this, blooming proudly under the dusk.
Laughter surged in his chest.
Camilla ignored the eyes of others and followed Lily and Connor, clapping and jumping. What if there was no musical instrument? You can hit the rhythm with your hands and legs and become part of the music.
Sing loudly——
Roar! Hey! (Note 1)
Soon, Camilla discovered her companion.
Look to the left, it’s a companion; if you look to the right, it’s still a companion.
They jumped together, high-fived and cheered in unison.
Quietly, the entire audience became part of this performance -
No one was exception.
They looked at Anson and others, and Anson and the others also looked at the crowd, looking for smiles on each other's faces, happiness and joy complementing each other.
They could see each other's eyes and expressions, they could feel each other's trembling and joy, and even their breathing and heartbeats were particularly clear.
Everything is so real, so hot, so hot and so turbulent, it can almost touch the soul.
This is not a stage, everyone is standing on the same flat ground and the same space; this is not even a performance, it is just a reawakening of the passion deep in the soul.
A kind of purity and simplicity.
It turns out that this is music.
The space extends all the way outward, no longer limited to small coffee shops, but spreads all the way along the street, and everything you see becomes part of this vast ocean.
Lily smiled, and so did Connor.
They raised their hands high like a conductor, making the entire audience raise their hands and become the fifth member of the band, high-fiving and beating the drums together.
Then, sing loudly -
"Roar"!
"Hey"!
One sound, another sound, layer upon layer, and finally evolved into a wave of energy, which was vented overwhelmingly and even stopped the whole of Paris.
Finally, Anson stood at the front of the crowd and sang loudly.
Actually, this is in vain.
Without a microphone or speaker, Anson's voice could not be heard at all. It was completely drowned in the surging sound of the audience. The audience from behind could not even see Anson speak, let alone hear him. sang.
But that's not important.
The only thing that matters is the atmosphere at this moment, an emotion, a catharsis, a release, and a kind of immersion.
Anson sang at the top of his lungs regardless of whether others could hear him or not. "Love... we need it now... we are eagerly looking forward to it..."
The protracted tail tone climbed up bit by bit in the air.
Then, repeat.
"Love, we need it now..." One octave. "We are eagerly looking forward to..." Another octave.
The continuous soaring high notes detonate all the passion and enthusiasm.
At this time, the scene could no longer be controlled. They were jumping and shaking their heads to their heart's content. They hit the rhythm with all their strength, felt the rhythm, and completely melted into it.
Finally.
"Because we are already bleeding."
Another octave.
Seeing that the treble was about to reach a new height, Anson suddenly stopped, with a beautiful radio, firmly grasping all the sight and attention in the palm of his hand.
Like a magician.
Obviously there are no microphones and speakers, obviously only relying on a guitar and a sound, obviously there is no stage and everyone is standing on the same level as equals, but Anson himself, standing in the center of the crowd, has such energy. The invisible baton becomes the rope in the hand of the puppet master.
Take control of the whole place.
Camilla's heart was beating fast, her ears were roaring, and the world was spinning, but she held her breath and stared at the figure intently.
Inexplicably, my heart surged.
In the line of sight, you can see the corners of the man's mouth rising slightly, and in an instant, the gorgeous and bright sunset is eclipsed.
“Ha.”
Anson chuckled.
"I belong to you. You belong to me. You are my sweetheart."
It's not just Anson. Connor and Lily joined in and sang loudly together.
"I belong to you. You belong to me. You are my honey."
The melody gradually rises, the grandeur of the cello, the clarity of the guitar, the power of applause and footsteps all collide. Together, like a symphony orchestra.
The high notes gradually exploded, the smiles bloomed, and the blood boiled. There was no microphone and no modification, just a voice. The charm of the live performance was fully demonstrated.
"I belong to you. You belong to me. You are my sweetheart."
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Camilla sang loudly along with her.
"I belong to you..."
Camila immediately realized that she was not alone, and an earth-shattering energy burst out from the crowd, and everyone sang in unison.
incredible!
Incredible!
Camilla can 100% confirm that this is the first time she has heard this song and the first time she has seen the band. She has no knowledge of it before, and the same should be true for others.
But it doesn't matter, they blend in effortlessly, become part of the playing, part of the performance.
"You belong to me..."
While singing, Camila didn't know why, but her eyes filled with tears, completely blurring her vision.
She is not sad, but what is going on?
The pressure and frustration all day today, the pain, struggle, and hesitation, all seem to be no longer important at this moment, because she has found the center of gravity of her life, and her heart is beating as hard and powerful as ever. The boiling blood seems to ignite the vitality and begin to burn.
So, are these tears of happiness?
Camilla didn't care, she just jumped, enjoyed it, and sang to her heart's content.
"You are my honey..."
There has never been a performance that can be so hearty and wanton, and the mood soars into the sky, as if as long as you open your arms, the blue sky and the sun can all enter Zhang's own body In arms.
The whole world belongs to her.
(End of this chapter)