Eight Hundred and Twenty-One Waiting for Godot

The pitch-black night fell early, and the whole city was shrouded in the heavy night, the violent cold wind kept whining in my ears, and the rice grains and snowflakes slapped in it even more so that my cheeks hurt. Outdoors, it takes a lot of courage.

New York in February, unbridled in its brutality and rudeness, refuses to be friendly.

Derek Cross looked at the snowflakes outside the car window and the dark night, with worry written on his face, turned his head and frowned at his daughter, "Heather, are you sure?"

Heather stretched out her hands awkwardly and rolled her eyes, "Dad, are you serious? After you did all this to me, you are now asking me, am I sure?" That merciless rant Mode, it seems that she has regained her original appearance again, only vague words and weak tone, but she can never find her former appearance again.

At this time, Heather was dressed like a mummy, with three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped tightly, and even her cheeks were wrapped with a red scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes. Heather believes they'd even be willing to bring her a pair of ski goggles if necessary.

Now, Heather's limbs are like an overworked fitness maniac that can only be propped up awkwardly, unable to do simple movements like flexing his arms.

Although her heart was heavy, Ellie couldn't help twitching her lips, she couldn't help laughing, especially after Heather moved her eyes and glanced at her mother speechlessly. Ellie chuckled lightly—literally, Heather could only move her eyeballs now.

Looking at her mother who couldn't help laughing, Heather complained gloomily, "Please..."

However, the following words were vague in saliva. Although she has successfully regained consciousness, her speaking function is still not fully recovered, and it is extremely difficult to express a sentence. Even if she slowly articulates word by word, it will inevitably become vague.

Heather didn't give up. After swallowing hard, he said again, "We're going to be late. He kept his promise, and I'll keep mine." Simple words, endless, but irrefutable.

Allie and Derek exchanged glances.

When Heather didn't wake up, they were expecting that Renly's concert would wake him up; when Heather really woke up, they were expecting that Heather could stay in the ward safely.

Are they too greedy?

"Mom, we're late." Heather reminded again. In order to be able to make sure that everything is safe, it is already too late for them to leave,

There are less than five minutes left until eight o'clock, and being late is inevitable. However, Heather still didn't want to miss it.

"Then let's go, we can't delay any longer." Derek said with determination, and then saw his wife's stunned eyes, and he smiled, "A promise is a promise, we have already agreed." Derek firmly pointed Nodding, confirming his decision again.

Ellie's expression was a little struggling, but she finally showed a smile, "Then, we'd better speed up, otherwise, it would be a pity to miss the exciting opening."

Derek hugged Heather by the middle of the princess, Ellie went around the back of the car and took out the wheelchair. The couple trotted all the way to Madison Square Garden in New York not far away, and the medical staff could be seen in the distance. He greeted them, escorted them into the protected area of ​​the roof, and then helped a family of three pass the ticket gate.

Derek carefully put Heather on the wheelchair and exhaled a long breath, "Well, we're not late, right?" Then he quickly took out the concert ticket from his pocket, which was Nathan himself this afternoon. Those sent to the hospital were also the only three reserved tickets for "One Person's Concert".

"No. The concert hasn't started yet." Carey Barton, a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, greeted Derek's eyes with a smile, and then looked at Heather, "One person's concert, this person hasn't been there yet. , how can the concert start?"

"What?" Heather's eyes widened, full of excitement and enthusiasm, but she couldn't express it. She just randomly uttered a series of meaningless syllables. She raised her head and cast her eyes towards her mother with anticipation.

Allie immediately understood what she meant and nodded again and again, "Let's go in now."

...

On the stage of Madison Square Garden, it is simple and elegant. In the darkness, there are no extra stage decorations and no complicated background effects. Even the lights are simplified. There is only a cream-yellow halo. In the thick darkness, shining rays of light radiated, outlining all the scenes on the stage——

A drum set, a black grand piano, a cello, three guitars, and a microphone stand. That's all.

On the huge stage, Renly stood alone in the center, with an acoustic guitar on his back, standing in front of the microphone stand, with his head lowered and silent. The lazy lights fell down, dragging the figures on the ground to the elders, outlining a touch of loneliness and loneliness, lingering in the silence.

"What's the matter? It's already eight past eight now, and Renly has been standing on the stage for eight full minutes, but he doesn't sing a song or say a word. What kind of concert is this? Are we Just stand here and be silent? This is not a protest demonstration, so let me give you a little hint."

There was a sound of Xixi and Susuo, and the low voice of discussion was not noisy, but it was always buzzing and lingering.

William Taylor exchanged glances with the friends around him. Graham Hughes, Hope Bates, Tessa Britton and others were all around, and everyone shook their heads gently. He motioned to William to ignore it, but William endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, "Shh!" motioned them to be quiet, and then whispered, "This is a one-person concert, and Renly is waiting for the promised person to appear. ."

Tonight's concert is really special.

There was no countdown, no warm-up guests, or even a preview. The audience didn't know when to cheer, when to get excited, and when to scream. The rhythm of the whole concert was confusing, even before the concert started. All the lights were turned off and then turned on again. Such links were simply omitted. When the time came, Renly carried an acoustic guitar, walked onto the stage, and appeared in front of everyone.

A navy blue shirt, black jeans, and black skate shoes. So plain, so simple, so low-key, and completed the stage, people couldn't help but ask questions: Is this, are you sure it's a concert?

The audience looked at each other, some applauding, some screaming, some confused, and the sparse support was uneven and looked extremely shabby; but gradually, all the responses came together to form a wave, and the audience tried to use the most enthusiastic, The most turbulent, most surging way to show support for Renly on stage.

This concert is too special and too unique. It is burdened with countless controversies and doubts, and it also faces countless criticisms and attacks. Even the audience who bought tickets are not all supporters. The existence of doubters and challengers.

Therefore, this wave is the most direct and powerful support. It lasted for three minutes in a mighty and vigorous manner, and the entire garden became a surging ocean.

But, gradually, gradually, the support calmed down. Because Renly didn't stir up the atmosphere, didn't start singing, didn't even respond, and just stood quietly in the center of the stage. Confused and puzzled emotions began to spread among the audience, and people looked at each other, but could not find an answer.

In the darkness, William met those puzzled eyes, "Have you not listened to the album 'Don Quixote'? Haven't you understood the meaning of this concert? Calm down, this is not a concert A casual concert."

"Dog/shit!" Someone said disdainfully, and then muttered something like "bitch" and "hype", but this time, William didn't argue too much, but showed his friends to his friends. With a smile, he motioned them to rest assured that he would not be impulsive. Those doubts will never disappear, but will become the driving force for them to keep moving forward.

Raising his head, facing the light, and looking at Renly who was bathed in the light, William's mood was unprecedentedly calm, and he joined the waiting queue of the audience. Like waiting for Godot.

Unconsciously, the noisy and chaotic emotions gradually settled down, and finally disappeared completely. There was silence and silence, like a deep and vast sea, but a storm was brewing under the calm surface.

...

When entering Madison Square Garden, Heather opened his mouth involuntarily. This venue is really too big, like a vast starry sky. A grain of dust; then, Heather saw the seats full.

Looking around for a week, every seat in sight was full, and there was no space left. The dense crowd was so turbulent, so lively, so powerful, a strong hot air rushed towards the face, and the brain instantly crash.

Can't believe it, just can't believe it.

The entire Madison Square Garden, with 20,000 audience seats, was miraculously sold out in just two days of publicity. Even the most daring and craziest prophets would not dare to easily assert such a scene. The spectacle of the crowded seats was like a torrent, ramming through his chest, taking his breath away in an instant, and froze on the spot in amazement and amazement.

What is even more incredible is that 20,000 spectators gathered together, but there was no trivial sound in the audience. The surging silence spread in the space, and everyone looked up silently at the one on the stage. The figure—the figure so small and yet so tall.

Heather was no exception, looking up blankly. Everything is as she imagined, the spacious and grand stage, the simple and simple layout, just a figure is enough to fill every corner of the line of sight, everything is about music, and only about music. When you close your eyes, you can touch the weight of your soul.

Suddenly, tears warmed his eyes.