1339 I Have Nothing to Do

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Johansson was a little out of his mind. The chin drooped down slightly, which is not exaggerated, but it could not be closed. The stun, shock, surprise and confusion on his face were slowly lingering, lingering and unable to restrain.

In line of sight, Renly was sitting alone in the practice room, with a dumb drum in front of him, leaning against his body, the metronome beside him clacking, with drumsticks in both hands, he was concentrating on practicing. In addition, it is not some difficult practice, or the most basic sixty.

Not hurriedly, not in a hurry, calm and powerful.

It can be clearly felt that Renly is adjusting his drumming strength and movement. Through subtle adjustments of his wrist, fingertips and body, he maintains a more even and stable continuous power output during the beating process, ensuring that every time The hits are fuller and thicker.

This is a very difficult and very boring practice process.

While practicing, you must maintain a high degree of attention, while capturing the sound of the metronome, while capturing the sound of your own drumming. While ensuring the correct rhythm, you must also recognize the difference in drum beats caused by changes in your strength and control, and then do Make fine adjustments little by little.

Because of this, only the most basic sixty can be used to practice. Once the speed is increased, the loss of details will become fast and complicated, and it is difficult to make accurate judgments, let alone local detail adjustments. Of course, after the basic skills are completely solid, you can gradually increase to 100 or 120 to further deepen your control; then, the difficulty increases little by little.

Not to mention amateurs, even the real professional drummers are still very few who can calm down and slowly polish their skills. Johansson, who has gone through such stages himself, knows better than anyone how dull and boring, painful and tortured it is, and how easy it is to break down.

What's more, the whole society is becoming more and more irritable in the whole era, and it is really not an easy task to polish the basic skills down-to-earth.

But now, Renly Hall?

Johansson's first reaction was, is there a camera next to it recording? It could be a reality show, or it could be a documentary, and Renly is showing his learning process and being part of the image building again, all about publicity and commercial gain,

Up and down, back and forth, left and right, Johansen searched the whole way, but found no clues.

"Your neck is sore? Why are you wiggling your head like a lunatic? Or did you start drinking alcohol before night fell?"

There was a joking voice in the corridor, and Johansson retracted his gaze in a panic, turned his head to look over, noticed the person who was coming, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "Laura, do you know about this? Someone rented this room. The practice room? Or did he just see that there was no one in the practice room and broke in? Wait, what the hell is going on?"

Johnson was a little incoherent, and the words he asked didn't have a central content. He just threw all the questions out of his head, but he didn't know what he was asking.

Lara-frost is a student at the School of Music at New York University, and is also a cadre of the student union. The practice room in this teaching building is rented out to the outside world. Laura knows it and is sometimes in charge of schedules. And the arrangement of the schedule, now as the object of inquiry, it is really suitable.

"Who?" Laura took a half-step forward and stuck her head out to look over. "Oh, Renly? Hey, don't you know? If I remember correctly, isn't he in your class right now? I thought it was your order and request."

Laura showed a surprised look, but explained kindly, "Now, in addition to the regular lessons every day, he also booked four hours of practice room time, two hours in the morning, and after the course in the afternoon. two hours."

What? Johansson was completely stunned. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find a suitable and accurate answer. He subconsciously blurted out, "Why?"

Yes, why?

"Ha, I asked Renly the same question the day before yesterday." Laura laughed cheerfully, "he said half-jokingly that he was going to take the Juilliard School entrance exam, but he found that his talents were not enough, so he decided to sprint for a while. , hoping to be a blockbuster on the entrance exam. He's such a humorous guy, isn't he?"

Afterwards, Laura noticed Johansen's surprised expression, and she immediately read it out, "Don't you think? Or same-sex repulsion? Every time I talked to Renly, he was very kind and approachable, and I asked He gave interesting feedback on some of his comments about the stage performance. Unfortunately, he needed to focus on practice, our conversation was so short otherwise there should have been a lot more to gain.”

Johnson felt that his brain capacity was not enough, and there were so many unexpected parts that he didn't know where to start the surprise and where to start asking.

"...Four hours a day?" After holding it for a long time, Johansen finally blurted out his first thought.

Laura nodded affirmatively. "Four hours a day."

Johansson felt a sudden surge of shameful anger.

Every day, Renly worked overtime, but never said a word; then in every class, he continued to emphasize the basic skills, educating Renly at a high level; in the end, Renly's variable-speed drum practice performed like this excellent, even

To be called perfect, he thought it was his own credit, but it was not.

Seven days of dumb drum practice, and eight hours of dumb drum practice a day. This professionalism and dedication is absolutely appalling. For any beginner.

"He did it on purpose." Johnson's thoughts broke through the shackles of reason and exploded, "Every day secretly practice extra, then perform well in class, consciously humiliate me, make me look like a clown Usually, he's babbling over there while he's watching my jokes. He's doing it on purpose!"

"It's a show, a show! God! There's not even a shred of truth in life, a performer inside and out. He's looking forward to this scene, right? Looking forward to it. Some are amazed, expecting to be ashamed, expecting to be shown again how tall and glorious his image is!"

Johansson didn't know what he was talking about, he just poured out all his thoughts in one go, gushing.

Laura was stunned for a moment. There was no warning or any context for Johansson's outbreak.

She had no idea what happened between Johansson and Renly, or what was behind Johansson's words, but after a moment of hesitation, she still spoke her mind, "...Johnson, although It's very disrespectful to say this, but the truth is, you and I are nothing, we mean nothing to Renly, and it doesn't matter at all, he doesn't have to deliberately target you, and he doesn't have to do it for us. Show, we're not as important as we thought."

Johnson's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Laura angrily.

Laura raised her hands and made a gesture of surrender, indicating that she had no malicious intentions, but she still insisted, "More importantly, Renly learns the drums, and all the basic skills are done voluntarily, not by him. In order to be aggressive one time, and then spend eight hours here learning the drums.”

"I don't think Renly is that kind of person, and he doesn't have to. If he wants to target anyone, I think it's a very simple thing in his position." Laura shrugged. , said lightly.

But there was one more thing left: neither she nor he were important characters, and there was no need for Renly to target them with fanfare, and one achievement or one work was enough to take their breath away.

After all, this sentence was not spoken, because it was too hurtful and too real.

"But...but..." Johansson didn't know what he was insisting on. He just felt a surge of anger and irritability, surging uncontrollably, trying to vent it, but it stuck in his throat, the hotness The suffocation became clear little by little, and it almost exploded.

Laura didn't want to continue arguing any more, and gave Johnson a polite smile, "I still have something to do, I'll meet and talk another day." After speaking, Laura turned and left, walked to the corner of the corridor, she again Pausing and adding, "By the way, don't worry about the equipment and lighting, Renly will take care of it before leaving."

Then, walk away.

Johansson stayed where he was, his turbulent emotions collided left and right, and he couldn't find an exit.

In the end, his eyes still fell on Renly through the window; Renly was still immersed in the practice, concentrated and focused, without any interruptions, and the focused eyes were completely immersed in the world of basic skills. . The entire practice room forms a small world that isolates everyone else.

Everything is about basic skills, and only about basic skills.

It made Johansen feel very small, as Laura said, they had no meaning or weight to Renly; and his fussing only made him look more humble and stupid. The sense of shame and shame swept up from the soles of the feet, and the whole scalp began to numb, so that the limbs were slightly paralyzed.

Sure enough, Renly was someone who couldn't be liked.

If he could, he wanted to wave his fist right now, give Renly a hard lesson, smash that perfect face with punch after punch, reveal the true face hidden under the mask, and put his negative emotions out. All vented.

But this is just fantasy. So he turned around and walked away in big strides.

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