Eight Hundred and Fifty-Three Special Testimonials

"Renly, you are an excellent singer."

"I really envy you, and I envy you, because you can squander your talents freely."

"Renly, I want to be a singer too."

"Can I really? Can I really be on the 'American Idol' stage?"

"Renly, I've decided, I'm going to be on 'American Idol' this year."

"Yeah, I'm going to sing 'The Beast.' You're not out of the album, I just have to ask you to do it again."

"Thank you, thank you for fulfilling your promise. The concert was really exciting, and I told you that you belonged to that stage."

"Shh, that's our secret."

...

At this moment, he, Renly Hall, is a singer. With dreams that were not his but part of his soul, Stanley Charlesson, Neil Tucson, George Slender, Herbert Jones...and Heather Cross, all of them The dream, struggling to run towards the end, and finally stood on the stage of the Grammys.

Joy, excitement, excitement, shock, incredible. Countless and countless emotions were rampaging in my chest, so turbulent and violent that my chest began to ache, and the gurgle of warmth, caught off guard, slammed into the bridge of my nose, causing a burst of soreness.

Tearing, breaking through the dark blockade of the side stage, facing the bright halo of the stage, and then, the whole person is bathed in the light.

The audience roared with applause; the audience stood up collectively; the audience was full of mountains and tsunamis. The mighty applause vigorously pushed the atmosphere of tonight's awards ceremony to a climax——

They were surprised by Adele's final failure, and they were also surprised by the birth of Renly; however, they were delighted with the re-emergence of folk songs, and they were also delighted with the revival of the music industry, which was like a stagnant pool.

More importantly, they admired "Don Quixote" for its audacity and madness, and no one, literally no one, no one in the entire industry would dare to make such an album.

But Renly did it.

So, the entire Staples Stadium, everyone stood up and applauded, sending a high respect. There is no exception.

roaring applause,

Reverberate, reverberate; stir, stir. At this moment, they are shaking the earth, and they are making history.

Paul McCartney stood where he was, holding the gramophone trophy in his hand, waiting for Renly with a smile on his face, and finally took the initiative to take a half step forward, handing the trophy to Renly who was approaching, and patted Renly enthusiastically. arm, and exclaimed, "Thank you." Not congratulations, but thank you. A simple sentence weighs more than a thousand words.

Renly took the trophy with both hands, thanked him politely, and stood in front of the microphone again. Third time tonight.

All this is really too incredible, too incredible. He didn't even expect it the first time, let alone the third time. Standing in the same place, my mind went blank, the gramophone trophy in my hand was so heavy, it was so heavy that it pressed heavily on the palm and on the chest, it was almost breathless, gently pulling the softness in my heart, a burst of grief, a burst of bitterness.

Ren Li just stood there blankly, without speaking or moving, trying to digest such an unexpected result. The tall and straight shoulders and tall figure, under the light of the sky, seemed so small, yet so strong.

The audience applauded for the second time. This time, there were whistles, shouts, and roars. Everyone was cheering for Renly, and everyone was sending blessings to Renly. The loud and sensational sound made the splendid lights in front of me excitedly excited, the whole world fell into a white halo, and everything lost its original outline.

Involuntarily, Renly's fingertips folded. This gramophone trophy was so heavy, so hot, so special. In an instant, caught off guard, there was a faint warmth in his eyes. Ren Li closed his eyes in a panic, and held the trophy with great force. Out of control emotions. So embarrassed.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Renly spoke into the microphone.

The noise and noise of the audience gradually subsided, calmed down and listened to Renly's acceptance speech. The emotion and shock brought by the first two speeches are still fresh in my memory. What about the third time? But... all the audience were stunned and stared blankly at Renly, what kind of acceptance speech is this?

"So we got up and searched for our destiny in the dark, I saw you bruised late last night, I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."

This isn't an acceptance speech, it's a song. In Renly's third acceptance speech, he chose to sing a song unexpectedly and unbelievably.

No accompaniment, no lights, just a voice. Renly just stood there quietly and sang, stripped away all the embellished singing, but restored the most sincere, simple, and vivid emotion of the music, and showed it in front of everyone without any concealment.

"The night is boundless, I am helpless, my eyes are full of flames, and it has never been extinguished by silence. It creates beauty and creates a crown."

That calm and moving song, with a touch of sadness, a touch of loneliness, and a touch of helplessness, rang throughout the Staples Stadium; but it easily captured everyone's mind, little by little Close, that kind of sadness and sigh, quietly spread in the depths of the soul.

Everyone was stunned, so were the guests, so were the audience, and even the staff of the live broadcast.

The brain of the live broadcaster has become a mess, what should they do? Prevent? Let go? interrupted? Urge? Join the accompaniment? Change the lights? Countless ideas are rampant, but I can't find a clear idea. In the end, I can only let it go, then calm down and listen carefully.

Listen to the melody, listen to the lyrics, listen to the singing, listen to the hidden voice.

"So here we are, a lonely place where we can't go back, you are the face that let me go through fire and water, this is the name that the children will inherit, forged beauty, forged crowns; forged perfection, far away."

Standing in the side stage, John Legend lowered his head in embarrassment, hiding the tears in his eyes. Just the sentence "So we have arrived, a lonely place that we can't go back to" completely defeated all his defenses, and his heart was unbearable.

Only the real dreamer, only the real Don Quixote, and only the loner who has experienced the hardships and hardships, can understand the deep meaning behind the lyrics and the soul of the core of this song.

A Grammy trophy for album of the year, people saw its glory and glory, but they saw its loneliness and loneliness. On this lonely land with no way out, there are too many helpless souls trapped. They persist, they struggle, they struggle, and they use their own flesh and blood to create beauty and crown.

Not because they crave fame; but because it's the only way to prove they ever existed.

John-Legend clenched his teeth and tried to hide himself, but he was helpless and stood there in a daze, full of holes and bruises. A piece of music is a world, and now Renly is showing people his world: a barren ruin, but with its first rays of sunshine.

"So when you're weak and weak, when you get down on your knees..." Ren Li's voice choked up slightly. It was very obvious and harsh without the accompaniment, but he had to stop because of the surging sound. The mood is almost on the verge of breaking his last line of defense. Standing in place, Ren Li was so fragile and helpless, that lonely and lonely figure dragged the elders under the bright light.

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath again, the surging emotions leaked out in the slightly trembling voice, and Renly resumed singing.

"So when you are weak and weak, when you get down on your knees, I will do my best for the rest of the time, guarding your oath, vivid and true." Every word, every musical symbol, is so real and so Deeply and ferociously pounding on Renly's heart, the weight of the dream gradually became real, unprecedentedly real, like a mad dance with the tip of a knife.

Annie, who was standing in the audience, held Alex's left hand and gradually tightened it. The tears couldn't stop at all, and she burst into tears, she knew, she knew this song.

"Beast", the name of the song.

Heather practiced singing in the hospital every day, over and over again, tirelessly. Heather says it's a song she's about to perform; Heather says it's her favorite song; Heather says it's the first time she really knows Renly's song; Heather says it belongs to every A dreamer's song.

At "One Man's Concert," Renly said he was waiting, waiting for the moment someone took the stage to sing 'The Beast'.

Anne suddenly had a hunch that Heather, who was sleeping, would never wake up again. So, wailing, she didn't want, she didn't want this, she wanted Heather to wake up soon, and she wanted to tell Heather the story of tonight's party, "Look, Renly sang that song Oh, you missed it."

Heather missed.

Annie, sobbing hard, threw herself into Alex's arms and cried bitterly, "Alix, will Heather never wake up again?"

Alex, at a loss, burst into tears.

"So grass/your dreams, how dare you forget our scars, I will turn into a beast for you, if you pay enough money, everything will count, only a few dreams can be remembered."

Pioneer Village, George Slender showed a smile at this time, even though tears were streaming down his face, even though he was in tears, even if he was embarrassed, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed wantonly and brilliantly, he liked this moment, he loved it At this moment, I am even willing to sacrifice my life for this moment. The energy that burns life is so bright, so reckless, so crazy.

Turning his head, with tears in his eyes, George saw his companions: Herbert, Stanley, Neil... and countless Don Quixotes, gathered together. There were similar emotions in everyone's eyes. In this moment, they are all one.

"So we've arrived, a lonely place where we can't go back, you're the face that made me go through fire and water, that's the name that the children will inherit, the charm, the crown."

The first trophy belongs to folk songs; the second trophy belongs to dreams; the third trophy belongs to Heather Cross.