Chapter 733 733 Proof of Existence

"Maybe I'm a lunatic," Hugo said with a stern look on his face, but it made Sandra laugh, because it reminded her of Hugo's recent situation on the set, but the laughter As soon as it sounded, Sandra realized that it was very impolite to make loud noises when they were in a high-end restaurant at the moment.

So Sandra quickly turned around and nodded in apology, then covered her mouth and turned back to look at Hugo. The two smiled at each other, but this time they both remembered to control the volume of their laughter so as not to disturb others.

At this time, the sushi just happened to be served like running water, Hugo and Sandra both gave way, and after the food was on the table, they both picked up chopsticks - this is completely familiar to Hugo. The cutlery was missing, but Sandra sat on the spot and was tangled. For Sandra, who was used to using knives and forks, it was too difficult to control the chopsticks.

Sandra complained with a gloomy face, "Every time I eat Chinese. This is the case with Chinese food. The chopsticks are so annoying. If the food was not really delicious, I would have given up. I hope tonight's Food satisfies me."

Looking at Sandra's gnashing expression, Hugo chuckled and said, "Actually, I don't mind using my hands directly."

Sandra cast her gaze in astonishment, paused for a while before choking out a sentence, "Great idea!"

Mountain City not only has the best scenery in Los Angeles, but also can be among the top in terms of Japanese cuisine. Whether it is ingredients or taste, it is first-class, and it is indeed a kind of enjoyment.

After Sandra put a piece of sushi into her mouth with difficulty and swallowed it, she showed a satisfied expression and looked at Hugo again, "You haven't answered my question just now."

Hugo's eating was obviously much easier. He put down his chopsticks calmly and thought about it, "I have a band myself, you know?"

Although Sandra didn't know why Hugo didn't answer her own question and brought up the band, she nodded, "Glory to death, even if I, who don't have much interest in rock, have heard of it. ."

"I thought you would say that you are a loyal viewer of the 'Oprah Talk Show'." This sentence immediately made Sandra roll his eyes, and Hugo laughed out loud - "Oprah blurted out. The main viewers of the show are housewives. "Actually, the band has been established for less than a year, and our performances started around June last year."

Hugo put it simply, "That's when 'Sleepless in Seattle' was coming out, and the number of people who could recognize me was starting to grow, and you know, chick movies are always attractive to women." Sandra He nodded in recognition of course, "After that, I was involved in street performances with the band, and we went all the way from the West Coast across the United States to the East Coast, and then road trips back."

Sandra's eyes widened unexpectedly, and the movements of her hands paused, "After becoming an actor everyone knows, you are still performing on the street, don't you... don't you feel awkward?" Unsteady, he dropped the sushi on the plate, much to Sandra's chagrin. Hugo smiled and picked up the chopsticks, neatly arranged the scattered sushi, and put it in Sandra's plate, and then put the chopsticks down again.

Street performance has never been a glamorous profession, because it is not fixed, and it is wind and sleep. This is the simplest and most primitive way of performing, returning to the streets from the top stage where the limelight gathers and the cheers gather. On this simple platform, it can be said that it fell from the cloud to the bottom, and few people can accept it normally.

When the 21st century singing talent show was in power, "The Voice of America" ​​attracted many professional singers to attend. Although this is also a talent show, it mainly focuses on professional cards, and many have produced one. The singer of the album, the solo singer who used to be the lead singer of the band, and the members of the idol team will all appear on the show.

They have all experienced such ups and downs: once stood on the stage and admired by thousands of people, but after the decline of their careers, they could only go to the streets and bars to lonely and stubbornly guard their dreams. This huge gap almost made them lose their lives. hope. The reason they entered the "Voice of America" ​​draft was to get back into the spotlight, win a record deal, and get back to the top of their careers.

So, it's really incredible that Hugo, like Hugo, is willing to return to the streets after "Sleepless in Seattle" has made a brilliant achievement.

"No, why should I be embarrassed?" Hugo chuckled and shook his head, "You know what? The performance on the street is actually very different, it is a performance so cruel that there is no cover. When we stand On the stage, or on the red carpet, the reporters are all pressing the shutter on you, the fans are screaming at you, the gaffers are all rushing to put the lights on you, but on the street, none of that.”

"What is there on the street? Company white-collar workers passing by in a hurry, mothers picking up their children from school, clerks overwhelmed by the burden of life, lonely women quarreling with their boyfriends and breaking up, students playing carelessly ...of course, there are also drug addicts who never forget, gangsters who don't do their jobs properly, police officers who use their powers to vent their anger..." Hugo's memory returned to the scene where he was standing on the street. Memories, the vividness and rigidity of each one are so clear and so real that Hugo could recall those images effortlessly.

Listening to Hugo's words, Sandra also stopped her movements and looked at Hugo quietly. At this moment, Hugo was still very handsome, especially when he was focusing on his own world. Serious light makes everything beautiful. But Sandra didn't have a deer bumping or breathing confusion. She just listened intently. She wanted to listen carefully to every word of Hugo, and she didn't want to miss it.

"So, standing on the street, no one will want to cheer for you, because they don't owe you anything, they don't need to rely on you to eat, and they don't need to chase you, they just need to show their emotions truthfully. That's the biggest difference between the street and the stage under the spotlight, and it's also the most terrifying reality in your mouth. But, I don't think so."

The corner of Hugo's mouth curled into a smile, and he looked at Sandra, who didn't hesitate. I just want to share my inner thoughts with the person in front of me—not a man or a woman, just a friend—the feeling of sharing is very good.

"I think the street and the stage have different charms. It is a real to cruel test. It can most directly show the attitude and views of ordinary people towards your music and your performance." Hugo's face was shallow. The shallow smile is full of self-confidence at the moment, it is a kind of light that is automatically radiated by the precipitation of time, "When our band stood on the street, we experienced embarrassment that a single audience did not have, and also experienced hundreds of audience cheering together. I have experienced the disgusting expressions on the faces of middle-aged women or hangovers, and I have also seen the hopeful expectations of young teenagers..."

"That feeling is really real, it's like their most direct response to our music, there's no cover, no hypocrisy, no politeness, everything is so... real." Hugo also seemed to be at a loss for words, but said After he finished, he still laughed at himself, obviously embarrassed by his involvement, "I enjoy the passion when I perform on the stage, but I also enjoy the closeness when I perform on the street. You know, if I It would be great to be able to conquer those street audiences, attract them to the band's tour, and enjoy the joy of music together; but if not, I don't mind, because music comes from life, and it should also return to life."

"When standing on the street... what kind of feeling is that?" Sandra suddenly became curious, and it was hard for her to imagine this wonderful feeling.

"Remind you, you are no different from other people, that's how it feels." Hugo chuckled, maybe this is an important reason why he was able to keep his cool thoughts in Vanity Fair, and the ten years before the underground rock career also Well, even if I still insist on the experience of performing on the street, it can always make Hugo correct his mentality.

Sandra suddenly became a little confused. Hugo didn't seem to answer her question, but he seemed to have touched another point. This vague feeling made her a little confused.

Seemingly aware of Sandra's feelings, Hugo went on to explain, "For others, the proof of existence may be media hype, fans cheering, money convenience... But for me," Having said this, Hugo paused, and he recalled the night of the Golden Raspberry Awards again. It was all so false, it was like a dream, but the only thing that could let Hugo know that he was not dreaming, all Everything is real, which is, "My music, my performance, is proof of my existence."

Hugo thinks of Katharine Hepburn and Michael Jackson. When people mention them in the future, will they use media comments to prove their greatness? Or use the memories deep in people's minds to prove it? Certainly not, but with their works, Katherine Hepburn's figure time and time again on the big screen, Michael Jackson's golden songs sung one after another on the stage, this is the best proof of their artistic life.

Hugo's simple sentence made Sandra fall into contemplation. This was not just a conversation, but a shock.

Seeing Sandra's expression, Hugo couldn't help laughing, "Sorry, we seem to start tonight's dinner with a topic that is most inappropriate for a first date. This is really not a good idea."

Sandra also chuckled. Indeed, no one would discuss such esoteric topics on a first date. "Maybe that makes our first date special, doesn't it? After all, other people want to copy But it's a little difficult."

Hugo laughed and pointed to Sandra's gesture of holding chopsticks like chicken feet, "That can't be replicated."