Chapter 1657 1657 The Inner Wall

When the members of Glory to the Dead arrived at the Rose Bowl, a few blocks away, they could feel the growing problem, as if the air in sight was already bubbling, not to mention the water leaking There was no traffic, as early as seven streets away, the traffic police could be seen maintaining traffic order, but even so, the two streets near the Rose Bowl were still moving slowly.

You know, this is not the center of Los Angeles. Pasadena, where the Rose Bowl is located, is just a satellite city in the Greater Los Angeles area. After the re-planning in 1990, this satellite city has developed rapidly, but it still has a population of less than 80,000. It can be said that it is not much bigger than a small town.

But now, Pasadena has a pomp that can only be seen in New York, even crazier than the World Cup final two years ago, just because there will be a grand concert here tonight.

Fortunately, Glory to Death arrived at the scene more than four hours early, otherwise I really don't know if I will be late - being late for my own concert, this is estimated to be the most ridiculous in the North American music industry in the past five years. Joke.

The car slowly drove into the rose bowl, the noisy crowd outside the car window was still singing loudly, and every face was filled with incomparable excitement and happiness, so that all the sight was full of joy. Even the air was dyed a bright red, and the factors of happiness and joy seemed to have become solid, visible to the naked eye.

"It's an exciting day, isn't it?" Hugo's voice rang from the side. Pedro looked back and said in surprise, "Are you awake?" Since he didn't sleep well last night, Hugo After getting in the car today, I have been drowsy and fell asleep, and now I am obviously awakened by the lively atmosphere of the scene.

Hugo stretched his back, "The tour has started, and I will have to adjust to this kind of life in the future. It will last at least six months, so...don't worry, I'm fine."

Pedro looked at Hugo with a strange gaze. How could they not know about Cameron and Hugo, but when Pedro wanted to ask, Alfonso patted him. He shook his head, then Pedro touched his nose and closed his mouth.

Although Pedro and the others did not speak, Hugo knew what they were thinking. Hugo had no plans to respond. He just looked out the window quietly. The surging crowd was like the sea. A wave higher than one, and then suddenly rushed towards the vehicle he was in.

Such a scene was all too familiar to Hugo, but he still couldn't control himself and stepped back, and soon touched Pedro's shoulder, which made Hugo have no way out and could only be stuck in position. , watching the crowd suddenly slapped over, as if a two-story high wave hit the rock directly, the window shivered, and there was a wailing, as if the next moment would be shattered.

Those enthusiastic faces continued to enlarge in Hugo's sight, twisted into a devil's mask, so that Hugo couldn't help but close his eyes.

He had no way to control himself, and the fear that came from deep in his heart almost made him lose all self-control, and he could only passively be led by the nose by fear. This feeling of being out of control is bad, but this feeling of being surrounded by fear is even worse.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still hear the sound of the car window flapping continuously, causing Hugo's temples to throb. I didn't sleep well last night, and now I feel very tired. Hugo couldn't help but began to think: Maybe Cameron was right to worry, he was not prepared, he couldn't deal with such a surging crowd, and he was still worried that the stormy waves would tear him to pieces.

So what exactly is he arguing with Cameron about? Why didn't he want to listen to Cameron? What was the Cold War between the two of them for? Is it because he is too arrogant and stubborn, or because he is too self-contained, or as Cameron said - he never really opens his heart...

The countless chaotic thoughts in his head made Hugo only feel a throbbing pain in his head.

Pedro, who was sitting behind Hugo, felt that something was wrong with him the first time, but Pedro was at a loss. He didn't know what to do, so he could only look at his teammates for help. But at this moment, they have no one to help Hugo, Neil can only pat the driver on the shoulder and whisper, "Come on." Calm down.

Hugo clenched his teeth tightly, his body was like a taut bow and arrow, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time because it was too tight. Hugo's entire world was quiet, only the endless noise drowned him little by little. After the deafening shout reached its extreme, it turned into silence.

But at this moment, the strong beating sound from the window came surging, but it was mixed with some fragmentary sounds, just like the wind in the waves, vague and vague.

Hugo couldn't help but frowned. He wanted to hear the sound of the wind clearly. The intermittent sound drifted into his ears, "Walking alone...light...I don't know how to speak...Save..." The scattered sound The fragments are just some broken words, and it is impossible to distinguish clearly, "Wish Stone..."

Wishing Stone?

Hugo caught the word in the dark, and then the broken voices combined little by little, "Because, maybe you will be the one who saves me, and, after all, you are my wall."

It's the song "Wonderwall". This was what Hugo did not expect, and then the sound gradually became clearer. The wind in the waves whizzed past, and even overwhelmed the sound of the waves like thunder, which kept echoing in Hugo's ears. The surging crowd outside the car window was singing "Lost in the Wall". The scattered singing seemed a little chaotic, but the lyrics were so clear and clearly echoed deep in Hugo's heart.

Hugo couldn't help but tightly closed his eyes and wanted to open them, but deep down he was preventing such a move. The familiar melody in his ears became more and more obvious, which made Hugo's tension gradually calm down, and suddenly Immediately, Hugo opened his eyes, and the ferocious and dense crowd was close at hand. Hugo subconsciously wanted to close his eyes again, but this time he controlled himself.

The melody of "Lost in the Wall" is still inaccurate. The collective chorus makes the song sound a little strange, but there is no doubt that everyone is singing this song, and the distorted faces seem to be singing the rain. As a familiar lyrics, gradually, the blurred face began to become clear again, allowing Hugo to see unfamiliar faces one after another.

They are not devils, they are just a group of pure fans. Their fanaticism appears because of themselves, and they are out of control because of themselves. They are doing their best to express their inner emotions in the most direct and simple way. No matter how many of those surging crowds are just here to join in the fun, it is undeniable: they are all listening to the music of glory to death, they are all listening to Hugo's heart, they are all admiring the charm of rock and roll .

They were strangers to Hugo, maybe it was impossible for Hugo to know them one by one, but they were not terrorists. On the contrary, their existence is what Hugo has been striving for: he longs for someone to appreciate his music, he longs to convey different stories and ideas to the audience through performances, and he also wants to reawaken the long-sleep among the crowd. Rock Faith.

Therefore, there is no need for Hugo to exclude them, and there is no need to fear them.

Maybe, maybe Hugo still doesn't like crowded crowds, because the out-of-control crowds caused him too much trouble, almost depriving him of his personal freedom, and every time the crowds got out of control, there were always accidents, which caught people off guard. . But at the very least, Hugo shouldn't be afraid - he needs time to get used to that.

Opening his eyes, Hugo was listening intently to the unharmonious chorus. The frantic beating outside the car window was like hailstorm. Although he was still leaning on Pedro, Hugo's fist Slowly let go, and the muscles are also slowly relaxing.

Finally, the car left the encirclement and drove into the underground parking lot of Rose Bowl, which made everyone in the car breathe a sigh of relief. Hugo is no exception.

However, this time Hugo turned his head and looked behind, the frenzied crowd was still surging, and the melody of "Lost Wall" was still burning in the air, "Because, maybe you will be the one who saves me. , and, after all, you're my wall." Once upon a time, fans were one of his walls, and he wrote "Young. Volcanoes" for fans, and he shouldn't forget that.

It was at this point that Hugo really realized why he chose to tour, why he insisted on being on stage, and why he was unwilling to compromise because of Cameron's concerns. Because he loves the stage so much, he loves the audience so much, he needs a tour like this to awaken the passion in his heart.

It's not just because Neil said that he needs such a stage to communicate with the audience; it's not just what Henry said, he needs such a stage to give fans a way to vent; it's not just what Cameron said, he is He is forcing himself to face the disaster... just because he needs such a stage to wake up the wall in his heart.

Everything has two sides. We need to face up to the negative side of things, and we also need to understand the negative side of things. Only in this way can we have the courage to face difficulties. Hugo has always done this, and this time should not be an exception. Maybe he is still not fully prepared for the surging crowd, but one day, he will.

Taking a long breath, Hugo looked back at his teammates, showing a bright smile, as dazzling as Apollo, "Are you ready? Show time! Glory to death!"