Chapter 1541 1541 Guitar Chanting
The "Romeo and Juliet" crew didn't start working again until one o'clock in the afternoon. In just three hours, it seemed that everything around was still the same, but it seemed that everything was different again.
Hugo didn't stay in the crew for much longer and left quietly. The noisy crowd around the crew was still tossing around. Hugo was shuttled among the crowd, and he could even hear the excited voice discussing next to him, "Someone said just now that Hugo is here. The crew visited the class, is this true?" "I heard the same thing, but no one really saw him, who knows?"...
But Hugo just passed them by and left Universal Studios in the opposite direction. Hugo didn't get on the bus or taxi, but walked on a random road and walked forward aimlessly.
His thoughts are a little messy now, and he can't concentrate and think well, and even if he thinks, he can't come up with a reason, just like what he said to Leonardo just now: he doesn't know what he is now. Feel. So, he simply walked along the city streets slowly.
Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road, sometimes unfamiliar and sometimes familiar, the surrounding crowd is sometimes lively and sometimes deserted, all the thoughts in the brain have temporarily disappeared, and the tranquility after the irritability has calmed down Hugo's whole person, although there is still an indescribable expression on the tip of his tongue. The taste is unknown, but after all, calm is restored.
Hugo didn't know how long he had walked, or which direction he was heading. When he felt that his feet were tired, the surrounding environment was so familiar, but he couldn't say why, because the southeast He couldn't distinguish the northwest at all, and the scenery in every corner of the city looked very similar. He didn't even know whether his familiarity was reliable. Regarding the topic of orientation and environment, Hugo is obviously not a professional. Even after backpacking outside for so long, his hopeless sense of direction still does not find a cure.
Hugo felt that it didn't matter. Anyway, he had no purpose at all. He stood there and turned around and looked around. Hugo still couldn't find the reason why he felt familiar here, so he quickly gave up - about The question of direction Hugo has never been obsessed, and has taken steps in any direction.
After walking less than two hundred yards, Hugo suddenly realized, "Isn't this our practice room?" No wonder Hugo felt familiar.
Due to the success of Glory to the Dead, the band members exchanged views when Hugo moved to Malibu last year, and then the five banded together to lease a practice room, leaving the shabby warehouse behind Al's bar and owning a their own practice room. Later, they also remodeled the practice room little by little, and now it can be regarded as a recording studio. The equipment inside is very complete, but it is only for the band's own use and does not lend it out.
Hugo reluctantly touched the back of his head, and his sense of direction had indeed been declared dead for a long time. Fortunately, there was no one else around him at this time. After thinking about it, Hugo walked up to the practice room. This is a low-rise building with only four floors. The practice room with glory to death is on the top floor, and the entire floor belongs to them.
Go upstairs, open the door, and you can see the bright lights inside. Although the sun is still shining outside, all the windows in the house are blocked by thick curtains, no light can penetrate, even the noisy The noise of the room is completely blocked by the soundproof glass, and the soft cream-yellow light in the room envelopes a silence, as if entering another world.
Whether it's for the band's practice or recording, most of the practice rooms are isolated from the world. When they work here, they don't pay attention to the concept of time. Once again, Fu Jin is here. For a long time, when he came out, he realized that three days had passed.
There is a huge glass wall in the middle of the practice room, which divides the whole space into two parts. The part near the door is like a small and warm single apartment, with dark gray couch, bright brown boss chair, dark brown There is a pouf, a clear glass low table, a black box spring bed, and even a bathroom and a kitchenette.
Near the glass wall, there is a huge audio console, and countless professional recording equipment is placed all the way along the glass wall. However, the space here only occupies about one-third of the entire practice room, and the other side of the glass wall is the most spacious part.
There is a thick soundproof door on the right side that can be pushed open. When you walk in, you will find the place where the band practices. Drums, piano, guitar, bass, cello, violin, saxophone and other musical instruments are scattered around. The wires all over the floor are connected to the recording equipment on the other side. Although the space is large, it looks a bit crowded due to the many objects.
When Hugo came in, he saw a figure lying on the sofa, holding a sheet of music in both hands, he was reading, when he heard a sound, he took down the sheet music, it was Neil, "Why are you here? No Are you going to visit Universal Studios today?"
Hugo just shrugged, didn't say anything, looked around, "You're the only one?"
Neil sat up, "Well, the official recording will start tomorrow. I'm working on the song 'Sail'. There are many things to learn in terms of arrangement." Although Death of Glory has released many excellent works so far, There are even a few tracks that can be called classics, but "Voyage" is something special.
Because the original song written by Hugo is very simple, the chords of the melody can be counted on one hand, and the lyrics are also very simple. But Hugo simplified all the emotions, all the excitement and all the excitement. After presenting it in the simplest way, not only did it not weaken, but it produced an unimaginable chemical reaction.
This achievement amazes Neil, even if he is one of the people most familiar with Hugo's abilities.
Hugo twitched the corners of his mouth. "Many times, it's easiest to tell your own story, but it's not that easy to tell someone else's story. I'm just telling my own story."
Neil stayed where he was, a little dazed, thinking carefully about the meaning of Hugo's words. Hugo, however, looked around, pushed open the soundproof door on the right, walked in, picked up his guitar, and sat on the high stool, playing the folk songs he heard on the trip.
In fact, the melodies of many folk songs are not complicated, and the lyrics are very simple, but these music from life are gentle and moving, and can easily move people's hearts. As the level of entertainment has become more and more developed, people have more and more entertainment methods, and things have become more and more complicated. On the contrary, the purest and purest joys in memory have disappeared. Just like the memory of going to the fields to find fireflies at night when I was a child, I can no longer find it in the hustle and bustle of the city, and the same is true of folk songs.
During the journey, many of what Hugo heard were melodies sung by wandering gypsies and wandering Indians. The clear guitar sound contained a trace of wanderlust and loneliness without a place to live. The vicissitudes of life made the already quiet practice room even more silent.
Neil sat in front of the sound console and watched Hugo playing casually through the glass window. The memory in his mind was awakened little by little, and he seemed to understand the meaning of Hugo's words just now.
"This song was sung by that gypsy next to Lake Michigan, right?" After the song was played, Neil pressed the red button and said into the microphone.
Hugo slightly twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded, "A piece of bread for a song is a good deal, isn't it?" This made Neil burst into laughter, and he released his right hand that was pressing the red button. , once again looked down at the "Voyage" score in his hand, pressed the record button, and hummed softly.
In the soundproof recording studio, Hugo naturally couldn't hear Neil's voice. He still focused on his performance. He originally planned to play another melody, but his brain suddenly stopped, and his fingertips couldn't help it. The slightly stiff, blank mind recalled a familiar melody - a melody he composed himself, he didn't know why he remembered this melody, because since he finished writing it more than a year ago, he has It was buried deep in my heart, never played again, never even thought of it at all.
But at this time, the unfamiliar and familiar melody slowly flowed in my mind, like clear spring water under the moonlight, so beautiful, people couldn't help but hold their breath. Hugo looked down at the strings under his fingertips, and the strings that shimmered softly seemed to have ripples in his heart.
When his fingers came into contact with the strings again, Hugo had changed his plans. It was not the folk songs he heard during the journey, but the melody in his mind - "No. Name".
Originally, Hugo thought that he had almost forgotten the melody, but everything was so familiar. The moment the fingertips touched the strings, everything became logical, and the syllables were chanting softly. Hugo slowly closed his eyes, as if time had completely stopped at this moment.
"I can always inadvertently see many qualities of you that I have never seen before, fish swimming freely, birds flying, the road of life is long and broad, I am curious why; one day, you will understand how important you are to me. I can always inadvertently see many qualities of you that I have never seen before.
Every time I want to tell you how I feel, heaven whispers, it rains heavily, the sky is dark, and no one can beat it; I want to speak, but can't, my soul freezes, every time I want to tell you how I feel , will be so. So, listeners, if you love someone too, you must stay with them, because once you can't see that person, you will fall...because I fell...deeply in love, in love ; fell deeply in love, loved.
Deeply in love, in love...deeply in love, in love..."