Chapter 860 Treasure Band
The crowds were surrounded layer by layer. A small open space was cleared in the center, a palm-sized space with a radius of five meters. The waves spread out in circles like ripples, loose and loose. The empty space is like a white spot, standing out among the fan-shaped layers of black shadow.
It’s spectacular.
In the white dot in the center, four figures are placing equipment in an orderly manner. Each one is focused on his or her own business, obviously not distracted by the surging crowd. Their attention is entirely on testing the instrument——< br>
Just like yesterday in the subway station, there are speakers and microphones now.
Obviously, yesterday's performance in front of the coffee house was just a coincidence. The band members themselves did not expect that it would attract such attention, and the speakers and other instruments were not moved out.
However, it is precisely because of this that it proves the charm of the music itself and the band's ability to adapt to changes and control the scene. Each accident makes things more interesting and exciting.
Pauline: Wow.
Pauline tried to find a suitable word to describe the scene in front of her to express her feelings, but she tried hard to search around in her brain -
Failed.
Wow!
Pauline sighed again, she is a ruthless screaming machine.
How should we describe this?
When they came to the Luxembourg Gardens, they were looking forward to a kind of street performance, maybe two or three kittens, and at most twenty or thirty people watching. Then the two of them, like fools, stood still and watched the whole scene. During the show, you can even chat with the band members and relax.
When we arrived at the venue, we found that it was no less than a concert of this scale.
Pauline looked around -
Three hundred people? Five hundred people?
More than that.
Anyway, the crowd that Paulin could see in her field of vision was more than 500.
With this scale, there is no problem in holding a small concert; the point is, you can still see people approaching one after another.
Pauline's mind went blank, and she only had one thought at this moment.
"Camilla, are you sure?"
Camilla herself was completely stunned: What is going on?
Look left, look right.
Then Camilla saw a familiar face in the crowd, and she was a little confused, because she was very sure and certain that she did not know that person.
After a slow pause and noticing more familiar faces, Camilla finally reacted:
They all watched the performance at the door of the coffee house yesterday afternoon; and at this time, they and her Likewise, there are friends all around.
It seems that the same world and the same dream——
Camilla is not the only one.
The mental journey Camilla went through last night was played out in different apartments. She painstakingly searched for information on the Internet, trying to find this band. After following the clues and finding the website, she felt like she had found a treasure. One or two people could not find it. Suppress your excitement, like Indiana Jones finding treasure.
Although I very much want to take this treasure as my own and enjoy it alone, there is always a voice in my heart protesting:
It is a pity that only I know such a band and this kind of music. .
They are eager to find confidants, they are eager to find like-minded people, they are eager to find more resonance in music and ignite the faint dawn of dreams.
Because on the road of believing in dreams, believing in hope and believing that life can have more possibilities, walking alone is really too lonely and difficult; they need to know that they are not alone, they need to know that in the endless pain I am not struggling alone in the darkness.
So.
There is this scene in front of me.
A. two. Three, four, five.
With dark circles under the eyes, there was no fatigue on the cheeks, only excitement and excitement, only excitement and happiness, bustling together again.
When I looked up, I saw those slightly unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar faces, gently gesturing with their heads in tacit understanding, exchanging a line of sight that only they themselves understood.
I couldn’t help but feel so excited.
This is Paris.
On the surface, he looks cold, distant, arrogant, and aloof; but deep down, he is always hopelessly romantic and naive. This is true for love, art, and life. Then.
Camilla looked at Pauline, "Yes, I'm sure, did you see it? That's Anson."
Pauline let out a long breath , "I recognized it too. God, that face hung outside my company building for three whole months, no, six whole months. How could I not recognize it."
"He, well, I admit, he is a charming guy, but, Camilla, who is that cello?"
Pauline's eyes showed a light of interest, at this time No longer caring about the clouds and fog, it seemed that he had finally entered the scene.
Camilla glanced at her, her smile completely blooming, "Miles. Let me tell you, the song Miles performed, wow, it can explode your head. Forget it, I won't spoil it. You will see for yourself later. He is also very charming."
Pauline nodded seriously, "How can a man who dares to bring a cello to the street be unattractive?"
Camilla couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward.
"Ahem, test. Test. One, two, three."
Anson's voice came from the microphone, and it seemed that he was finally ready. The next second -
Hohohoho.
Ahhhh.
There were boos and screams, mixed with whistles and shouts, and the atmosphere was lively.
Anson pursed his lips slightly.
"Uh, sorry if you're lost, I can't give you guidance, we're not traffic police."
French.
These words are all in French. Although it is a little stumbling, it is indeed French, and it is still a standard Parisian accent.
Unexpected surprise, the French people at the scene started to cheer, laugh and cheer. With just two sentences, the scene became heated immediately.
And, all attention was directed towards Anson. There is no need for a warm-up performance, the audience is already ready.
Anson shrugged lightly.
"Sorry, that's all the French I've learned. In order to avoid my friends thinking I'm talking bad about them, I had to adjust it back."
"You know, English .”
Hahaha, hahaha.
Laughing like thunder.
Standing in front of the microphone, Anson seemed to be at ease.
“I need to confirm, this is the street performance of the band on August 31st. I don’t understand what happened, but the current situation is obviously beyond expectations. Please tell me, do you know the speed of the Paris traffic police? ? We may be missing some certificates.”
Laughter, applause, whistles, great excitement.
Anson still looked serious.
"I just need to tell you, please don't look in the wrong place; of course, if you look in the wrong place, you are welcome to stay and party together."
"Then, let's not talk nonsense, in front of the traffic police Before you come to evict, let the drums play. "
"Hey, this is not an opera house. If you don't like it, you can leave at any time; but if you like it, you are welcome to tip at any time. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into applause.
Perhaps, Paris is a city of art, and everything seems to be bound by various etiquette. You must dress up to go to the opera house or high-end restaurants; but don’t forget that Paris also praises street art, magic, painting, and juggling. , these street performances still have strong vitality in the city.
In front of me is an example.
(End of this chapter)