1703 Burst Drummer
"HIPLASH".
The movie title appeared on the pitch-black big screen, and at the same time, a low, muffled drum sound came from my ears, as if it was coming from a distant sky, and then the subtitles disappeared, and the entire auditorium fell into a circle of hands reaching out. In the pitch darkness where the five fingers are not visible, when vision, taste and smell are blocked by the darkness, the other senses of touch of the five senses gradually begin to enlarge.
The keen sense of hearing and touch seems to be able to feel the sound of the air flowing, and the drumbeat from the sound becomes clearer and heavier. The drumbeat penetrates the pores on the skin surface and penetrates little by little. In the blood, slowly, slowly, the muscles began to tremble slightly, just like a drumstick hitting the soul.
The dislocation of sound effects and visual effects creates a wonderful viewing experience.
"Boom......boom......boom...boom...boom...boom...boom. boom boom. boom boom boom boom boom."
The drum beat, from slow to fast, from slow to urgent, the rhythm of the entire rhythm gradually increased in an orderly manner, the auditory feeling created by the rhythm of the drum kit was slowly pushed to a new high point in the dark, and the blood began to gurgling. When I woke up, the restlessness and noise of the audience were all involved in the sound of the drums. The cluttered thoughts in my mind disappeared completely. Only the drums were left in the world. Relax and immerse yourself in it, and feel the rhythm to the fullest. Subtle pleasure/sensation.
"Dong dong dong dong dong! Bang!"
The drum beats became more and more dense, surging, and turbulent, and finally vented down like a torrential rain. At the peak, it stopped abruptly, and a loud bang cut off the entire drum beat directly. The rainstorm stopped abruptly and abruptly, from extreme agitation to extreme silence, the instantaneous transition created a sense of free fall when falling from a high altitude, but I haven't had time to savor the extreme contrast created. Excited, the big screen lights up.
The soft cool-toned light ripped apart the darkness of the audience, but the audience couldn't help frowning slightly. The eyes needed to get used to it a little, and the blunt transition from hearing to vision created a physiological level. The discomfort successfully attracted the attention of the audience.
But they don't know that, compared to the follow-up, this can't be regarded as "physical discomfort" at all.
At the end of the long and narrow corridor, the teenager sat behind the drum set, stopped the drumstick in his hand, and supported his arms on his thighs in different positions, letting the arm muscles relax a little, panting and staring at the drum set in front of him. Across the long corridor, you can still feel his dissatisfaction.
He bent down and began to adjust the support of the hanging, but because the distance was too far to recognize the facial expression, there was no way to know,
In the end, the regrets and flaws of the performance just now were blamed on the hanging, or the fierce performance just now made the hanging start to loosen. In any case, after adjusting the sling, he wiped the drum head of the jazz drum and adjusted his position.
Seems to be fully prepared.
When the adjustment was over, he started drumming again.
At the beginning, the muscles are relaxed, the movements are stretched, and the drum beats are a little loose and casual, but the whole person enjoys it; then the camera starts to move forward slowly along the corridor, and the teenager gradually enters the state, the left hand, right hand, left foot, The whole drumming posture is completely set up, and the drum beats are released like rain hitting the beach. The pits and pits overlap each other, but the shape and outline can still be distinguished. Slowly and slowly, they are staggered and merged, and finally a vast ocean is formed.
"Dong dong dong. Dong dong dong."
The drumming speed is getting faster and faster, but the connection between the drums is still clear and rounded. The bright and brisk rhythm is like a ray of sunshine, penetrating through the cool blue-green light. It brings a wonderful auditory experience, even if you don't know much about drum kits and drum beats, you can immerse yourself in the rhythm of the rhythm.
near. closer.
The face of the young boy appeared on the big screen, it was Renly Hall, but at this time, the audience was completely immersed in the drum beat. The immersive viewing experience created by waiting, so that their attention is still firmly controlled by the drum beat.
The young man in front of him looks like a college student, his short hair is a little messy and sloppy, and there is a green beard on his lower jaw. The sweat on his head makes the whole person look a little embarrassed; the white T-shirt is paired with jeans, but the T-shirt is still wet with sweat at this time. Through, the youthful hormonal breath is blowing in the face.
"Sorry, uh...sorry...sorry."
The camera stopped at the door, and the boy's drum beat was interrupted. He raised his head and said in a panic, because he was so nervous that he stuttered a little, and then he took the initiative to stand up and raised his hand to signal, Said he would leave immediately.
The camera is turned around, and then you can see JK-Simmons' bald head looming in the dark corridor. Dressed in all-black clothes, it is a little cold and serious, and the surrounding light seems to be obscured. Sucked away by the black figure, it emerged faintly like a messenger from hell.
"It's okay, sit down." The black suit took two steps forward, walked under a beam of light, and outlined the outline of the entire face like a spotlight, "What's your name?"
The boy fidgeted and adjusted his sitting position, and could faintly detect his nervousness, not only the panic of being interrupted by outsiders to play, but also a hint of grandeur as the student saw the teacher, "...Andrew. Andrew Neiman. After a moment's pause, he added, "Sir."
"What grade?" The black suit's voice was low, with an aura that was not angry and mighty.
"I'm... a freshman." Andrew's voice was quietly lowered, and the dry-mouthed guilty feeling permeated little by little.
The black suit is completely expressionless, as if the facial muscles are out of tune. When speaking, only the muscles around the mouth are moving, which makes the solemn and solemn feeling even more heavy, "Do you know who I am?"
Andrew nodded lightly, his eyes were a little erratic, he hardly dared to look directly at the black suit, his focus couldn't help drifting towards the darkness around him, "Yes, sir."
The black suit is still a zombie face. "So, you know I'm looking for a drummer."
"Yes, sir." Andrew swallowed and became more and more disturbed.
"Then, why did you stop playing?" The black suit threw out the question, not a question, but a question, and the condescending sternness permeated.
Andrew was stunned for a while, and the constant blinking of his eyes revealed his nervousness, but he still sat up straight, adjusted the drumstick in his hand several times, and then found the right direction, and then he didn't have time to breathe and think, just like this. Bewildered, he started hitting the drums again.
At this point, it can be clearly felt that Andrew's arms are starting to tighten, and the drum beats are obviously jerky, lacking the consistency of the pearl and smoothness just now, and the nervousness still affects the performance after all, but it took the first eight beats. After the hardships, the state gradually came out, and the new-born calf's courage to not be afraid of tigers allowed the original talent to fully bloom.
After a short performance, Andrew took the initiative to stop playing and looked up at the black suit.
The black suit remained calm and expressionless, and said quietly, "Did I let you continue playing?"
This……?
Andrew was a little incoherent, "Uh..." He raised his hand and touched his hair, his eyes drifted quickly, nowhere to rest, his face was completely stiff, "Sorry... uh... I... sir..."
"I was asking, why did you stop playing?" The black suit interrupted Andrew's movements, "and your answer was to turn into a doll monkey."
"Sorry, I..." Andrew was really at a loss, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the black suit.
The black suit interrupted Andrew's words again, and while taking off his suit jacket, he said, "Let me see the basic skills." Then he hung the suit jacket on the hanger next to him.
"Okay, sir." Andrew raised his chin slightly, and was stunned for a second, but replied conditioned reflexively.
Andrew cut into a basic rhythm, but then the black suit stopped him, "Double swing." Then, he also actively beat the rhythm, allowing Andrew to adapt to his style.
Andrew nodded lightly to show his understanding, and then began to strike.
"No, no, double swing. Double up!" The black suit shook his head again and again, pulling Andrew's slap with his own high-five rhythm, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Faster and faster.
But Andrew was still a little uneasy. He was not able to fully increase the speed, but immersed himself in his own world, constantly emphasizing "don't make mistakes, don't make mistakes", and you can clearly feel the tension on that young and immature face... .
Then the whole lens got closer and closer, and it was completely attached to Andrew's face. You could feel the emotional details in the expressions and eyes at close range. Even the sound effects changed. There was a double swaying squeak that was clear and dense.
"boom!"
The sound of the door being pushed and closed interrupted the rhythm of the chanting. Andrew raised his head suddenly, and then only saw an empty door - the black suit left.
Andrew raised his head angrily and regretfully, biting his gums tightly, unable to hide his disappointment, trying to do something, but not even knowing where his hands should be placed.
"Crack", the door was pushed open again, and the black suit reappeared. The surprise of going back and forth made Andrew look up, staring at the black suit with a dull gaze, straightening his waist to show his respect.
"Ouch, I forgot my coat." The black suit looked relaxed, took off his coat from the hanger, didn't say anything, then turned and left.
disappointment. hope. Disappointed again.
Two consecutive emotional gaps made Andrew so stiff in place, he didn't even know what expression he should make, but the light in those eyes slowly dimmed, and finally his shoulders slumped heavily, and even his head drooped. Come down, like a wilted sunflower.