Eight Hundred and Thirty-One Grand Ending

"When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."

Renly's singing spread through the microphone, and the sadness and bitterness hidden in the lyrics and melody slowly penetrated without the package of musical symbols. In this moment, they are not Cleopatra, but Don Quixote.

In the original novel, Don Quixote is lying on the hospital bed, dying and dying. Before his death, his heart was full of remorse and regret, denying his life, his dreams, and his meaning; however, after thousands of years, after crossing the shackles of novels, Don Quixote Resurrected again, this time, he was no longer alone.

Heather Cross raised her hands high, and a bright smile bloomed on her embarrassed cheeks. Her trembling legs were almost unsteady, but she was stubborn and strong. He stretched his spine, exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, stood worthy, and then started to beat the rhythm with his own hands.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!" The brisk and cheerful rhythm, lonely and lonely, echoed gently in the boundless darkness, like a feather falling from the sky, so light that it had no power, but it was drifting away. Outline the thrilling magnificence and grandeur.

Heather's movements were a bit clumsy, her palms could not be fully spread, she could only hit with the lower half of her palms, her voice was dull and depressed, and there was almost no applause, but she didn't care, just slapped firmly, "Pop Clap clap clap!" It was the rhythm of the drum beat of "Cleopatra", a rushing beat like a mountain and flowing water, one after another, echoing in my mind.

Heather's thin and slender body is like a tree in the sky at this moment, supporting the vastness of the entire sky, standing in the desolation of the entire earth, like the singing of ancient poetry, echoing far away.

Ellie raised his hands, Derek raised his hands, Hope raised his hands, William raised his hands, Leslie raised his hands... The audience of 20,000 people raised their arms. Erected into a dense forest, joined Heather's ranks to support the whole world together.

"Clap clap clap!" The surging applause was like a stormy sea, and it was pouring down. The whole stage burst out with incredible energy and light, and finally gathered on Renly, stirring up incredible thunder, echoing, and echoing. The arrogance of showing gestures and pointing the country, completely ignited the surging passion.

So, Renly stood up, straightened the microphone stand again, and quickly flew his left hand over the guitar strings. The gurgling melody gradually gave rise to a roaring sound, like the Yellow River entering the sea. The plaza garden reverberated, and the roar of golden and iron horses was like a gust of wind and rain, making people lost, but also carnival.

Sadness, evolves into majestic; bitterness, evolves into magnificence; remorse,

Evolved into dashing. Cleopatras, Don Quixotes, hold up your hands and dance as if this were the last day of your life!

"I was Cleopatra, I was a young actor, when you fell on your knees at my window and begged for my hand; I am so sad because I am wearing a black dress and my father is in the coffin To sleep, and I have no plans."

Dancing, the whole audience began to dance, shrugging their shoulders, jumping their feet, shaking their heads, slapping their hands, and dancing like this, humming a tune, following Renly's lead. Guide, enter this world that belongs to them, and revel in revelry.

"I left my mud-wrapped footprint on the carpet, which grew stiff like my heart as you left; but I must admit, I will grant your proposal at once, and curse your wife, in order to stay with you By your side, I would like to be your lover."

The increasingly exciting guitar melody, after reaching its peak, stopped abruptly, as if standing on a cliff, the wind was blowing, hunting and whistling, and with open hands, you could fly by the wind. The next second, leap forward, "But it's too late, it's too late, I missed the love of my life. When I die, when I die, I won't miss it again.

Laughing, singing, dancing... Before I knew it, tears blurred my vision again. The smile became brighter and the dance became more and more joyful, but the bitterness and sadness on the tip of the tongue became more and more turbulent.

Through the blurred vision, Heather can see Madison Square Garden like a boiling ocean. The audience is jumping and surging. Even a volcanic eruption is not enough to describe the grand occasion. When the boiling point was reached, the gurgling rolled, and the dense steam came one after another, and the world was shrouded in a bright golden light and shrouded mist.

She is not alone. In addition to her, there are 20,000 people, a full 20,000 people, who cry and laugh together, sing and dance together, are lonely and lonely together, move forward together and dream together, are born together and die together.

At this moment, they are the happiest people in the world.

"The only gift God gave me was a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costumes were just right, so I would play my part. I was Cleopatra, I was bigger than the roof High, but all the past is gone; now the nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room. There is only a bed and a bathroom, a place to the end."

In the ups and downs, the melody stops here. Renly stopped the hands that were drawing the strings, raised his head, and quietly looked at the surging sea of ​​people in front of him, sighed and helpless, happy and proud, countless emotions were surging in his chest, inexplicably, the tip of his nose twitched slightly. Pantothenic acid.

At this moment, he is standing here, without any precautions, without any mask, without any hypocrisy, without any cover-up, open heartedly, using music as a bridge and stage as a position, showing his soul and dreams, showing His past and present show his pursuit and persistence. Unprecedentedly fragile, but also unprecedentedly powerful.

Listen, there is singing from the scene.

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, I will miss the love of my life." The entire audience sang in unison. With hands up, everyone sang loudly, everyone unloaded their hearts and enjoyed it.

The messy and weak singing, bunched together, twisted into a rope, bursting out with suffocating power.

Heather laughed, smiled brightly, and with all her might, singing loudly, joined every audience member, and every Don Quixote. The words and pronunciations were so difficult for her, but she didn't care, she just sang loudly, frantically, and passionately, "When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't Miss it again."

The happiness of this moment is really too turbulent, so that people indulge in it and cannot forget it. God, she's so in love with this stage, she's so crazy about this man, she's so lucky to be a part of tonight.

The neat singing, the tone is a little unstable, even a little floating, there is no soundtrack, no drums, or even no tune, but it interprets the most moving and most beautiful true meaning of the song "Cleopatra"——

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." Renly stroked the strings again, like a minstrel, slowed down the rhythm, slowed down his pace, and hummed softly, The hoarse voice curled in the tail, like a faint smoke lingering on the fingertips, making people intoxicated and lost.

The audience seemed to have a good heart. They closed their mouths at the same time, stopped high-fives at the same time, but did not lower their arms. They just stared at the stage quietly and blankly, listening to Renly's singing quietly, feeling the rhythm of the heart beat and Strength, the rushing blood is still burning wantonly, and there is an ancient call from the silent ear.

"When Don Quixote dies alone, when Don Quixote dies alone, we won't miss it again."

Looking up at the man in the spotlight, Heather's cheeks shone brightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth settled into his eyes, glittering and shining in the hazy and crystal tears.

The moving melody, like a poem, has a different meaning in the slightly changed lyrics. The trailing sound is continuous in the winding sound of the strings, and finally the melody stops and the singing ends, leaving only the rushing sound. Moving thoughts and aftertastes float and wander in the air.

Heather couldn't help but hummed softly, "When Don Quixote dies alone, we won't miss it again." That almost murmur, like an echo from the depths of the soul, only he could hear; The oracles of nature reverberate throughout the world.

She doesn't want to regret, she doesn't want to give up, and she doesn't want to miss out.

She will get back on her feet and stand on the stage of "American Idol"; she will continue on the path of music and become a real singer; It is possible to embark on a journey to see the world beyond Mount Sinai Hospital; she will lift herself up and hold on to her life so that each day will take on a different color.

She is only sixteen years old, and she still has many, many regrets and many, many wishes that have not been fulfilled. She will not give up. Sprint with all her strength and work hard until the real end of her life, that day, that moment, she will never miss her own death again. But until then, she's going to get back up on her feet and recreate the future with her own hands.

"Huh", in an instant, the lights in the audience went out. In the distant and poetic melody of "Cleopatra," Madison Square Garden was once again plunged into darkness. "One Man's Concert" is over.

In the darkness, everyone looked at each other: should they call for Encore? Should they end there? Should they be ready to leave?

Then, Heather shouted, "Don Quixote!" The sound went from faint to grand, from calm to turbulent, and finally formed a storm, and the curtain came down in a grand and grand manner. Tonight, they are all Don Quixote.