1419 Silence

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The full and surging drum beats were surging in the ears, and it was frantically raging in the entire practice room like a hurricane. At the beginning, the output was even and steady, but gradually, the rhythm was out of control, even a layman can It was clearly felt that all the power and rhythm had become a mess, and the changes in priorities completely blurred the boundaries.

It can be seen to the naked eye that the right hand savagely and brutally hit the hanging, and the whole hanging began to rattle, shaking violently up and down, left and right, as if the entire drum kit was already crumbling—the physical level collapsed directly.

This is obviously not the right way to hit a drum kit.

But Andrew still didn't relax, he beat in ecstasy, and the violent percussion swept in endlessly, but he couldn't catch any confusion in those eyes, but stared straight at the drum set in front of him. His unmoving gaze exposed layer upon layer of the obsessed dark aura, and a chilling madness burst forth in an instant.

Is this a rule of thumb, or is it just a slap in the face?

Andrew's crazy strike is entering a magical and eerie realm. It sounds like the monotonous strike is playing the double-jump technique over and over again, and the speed is soaring little by little, as if he is driving. A speeding sports car, the brakes have failed, the entire speed has lost control, but the driver can only hold the steering wheel tightly, concentrate all attention, and try his best to control, but the situation is still slowly approaching out of control.

If it is a top professional driver in Formula One, maybe they can control this life-and-death speed in the palm of their hands; but if it is a rookie driver of a road killer, then such a speed may lead to a devastating disaster at any time. .

And what about Andrew?

He is like a talented racing driver with talent and inspiration. He can drive such a speed, but it is still a little reluctant. He can force his best state by clenching his teeth, and he can briefly control the situation, and here it is. At that time, the limitations of innocence and immaturity made things out of the palm of my hand, so I started to be irritable, nervous, violent, and then, the situation slowly deviated from the expected track.

The picture of "gradually derailing" is clearly and accurately displayed.

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Everyone present was watching Renly attentively, even a layman who had no research or interest in drum kits could feel the tense precariousness at this moment, his heart contracted involuntarily, and even the He couldn't help but stop breathing in his throat, and just stayed in place.

It is unimaginable that the sense of loss of control that slides into hell step by step is presented in front of us. Every bystander who watched the last performance can really feel the subtle change at this time: more insolent, More wanton, more restless, even the drumbeat has been stained with that emotion.

No wonder people always say that music can reflect the color of the soul, all arts do. Therefore, sadness and pain can always breed more art that will last forever.

For people, disaster is torture, but for art, disaster is soil.

Appreciating the beauty of art and watching the creation of art are two completely different things. For each audience, the feelings and moods are also different, but it is undeniable that these two processes are the most important things in life. The good part.

Gaze with bated breath, no one can make an exception.

No, maybe someone is an exception. For example, Melissa Benoist.

Paul Walker folded his hands on his chest and stared intently at Renly. That crazy performance had lasted for three minutes, but Renly still didn't stop. Vaguely, Paul seemed to see it again. Renly's wound burst open, and the dark red blood slowly seeped out, hiding under the band-aid.

This made Paul involuntarily tighten his fingertips, only to find out that his fists were completely clenched, the fingertips that were tightened continuously had touched the temperature of his palms, and the flattened nails were piercing sharply into the muscles. The pain made the tense nerves shake a little, but it was fleeting.

"Clap clap."

Paul could feel a light tap on his shoulder, not a loud tap, but a light touch, a faint hint of caution, as if he was trying cautiously and cautiously, as if in the crew , the filming is in progress, but the staff has an emergency situation and needs to find other colleagues, so they use this method to remind each other to avoid creating any subtle potential movements as much as possible.

Years of work on the crew kept Paul alert, turned his head reflexively, and then saw a completely unfamiliar figure, only then did he realize that this was not his crew, so why would anyone look for him during filming ? This made him frown slightly, revealing a suspicious look.

"Hey, Paul. I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you." The other party showed a big smile, stretched out his right hand in a pleasing manner, and tried to shake Paul's hand in greeting.

Paul was stunned on the spot, because it was too unexpected and too shocked to know what to do: What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on now? Why does this happen on the set? Why is there a person in front of him introducing himself?

If it was an ordinary occasion, with Paul's personality, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he would definitely give a kind reply, even if he was uncomfortable.

Don't mind talking to each other.

but now?

Paul stared silently at the other party, hesitated for a moment, still not sure how to respond, so he kept his jaw-dropping state of amazement, turned his head slowly, ignored and did not respond, and then quietly looked at Renly again. , as if nothing had happened just now, once again enjoying Renly's performance.

Melissa was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a reaction from Paul, but she thought about it seriously, but she still didn't give up, tapped Paul on the shoulder again, and then said, "Are you Did you make a special trip here to visit the class? It seems that you and Renly are really good friends."

"Shh!"

A low voice sounded immediately in my ear, not Paul, but Ryan Gosling.

Melissa turned her head, and then saw Ryan's angry look on his face. Even if he didn't say anything, the anger and anger in his eyes were projected sharply, like a wall, slammed hard. Come over, Melissa suddenly became dizzy.

Melissa's eyes blushed, and she looked at Ryan with great grievance. She didn't seem to understand what she had done wrong, and there were faint tears. She bit her lower lip lightly, as if she was working hard. Calm yourself down instead of crashing on the spot.

Such an attitude, in Ryan's eyes, is just an inferior performance, and he will not buy it at all; but the problem now is that the filming site is concentrating on work, how should he deal with it? Especially for such a girl, a little stimulation might make things worse, which is definitely not a good thing for Renly at work.

Ryan rounded his eyes, glared at Melissa viciously, gritted his teeth secretly, the stern edges and corners on his face became more distinct, he was silent but gave a signal, and gave a firm warning, as if Say: It wouldn't be so easy if you didn't keep your mouth shut.

Then Ryan turned his head and looked at Renly again.

Melissa stood where she was, squirming her mouth. After all, she didn't say anything. She also looked at the filming crew in the practice room, and looked at Renly with resentment.

"boom!"

Without warning, a loud bang exploded, startling Melissa, she quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth, and looked at Renly in disbelief—

At this moment, he clenched his fists like the Hulk who had completed his transformation, and smashed the drum head of the jazz drum fiercely. The first hit, the second hit, and then the strong and elastic drum head actually looked like It was paper-like, easily torn through, and that jazz drum had already turned into tattered iron.

What just happened?

Hit, hit, Andrew's muscles gradually tightened, and his whole body was like a full bowstring, precarious and trembling, as if he was in a crisis of falling apart at any time. Then, rhythm and strength He had already lost control, and the drumbeat had become completely chaotic. The sense of shackles made him more and more irritable and irritable.

However, the more you struggle and resist, the tighter the sense of restraint will become, and you will almost be out of breath. If you don’t break out, you will most likely head towards the end in such a dull way—not breaking out in silence, just in silence perished, so he exploded.

Angrily and angrily, he smashed at the scorpion and the jazz drum, and the bloody drumsticks swung out like this, and began to continue "hitting" with his bare hands, punching and punching the jazz drum savagely. Drum face, bang! boom! The heavy muffled sound was like thunder behind the thick clouds, rumbling and rolling, but the rainstorm never came down.

In the end, the drum surface was torn like this.

That sense of explosion, that sense of catharsis, that sense of explosion, released all the power hidden in the muscles, even if the drum surface was torn, but he still did not stop, and slammed the jazz drum ruthlessly. Just kicking over, the irritability that was curled up and suppressed in the chest all turned into foul language, "Grass! Grass! Grass! You are a piece of shit/dog/shit! Grass! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Lei Ting Wanjun's anger swept across in a mighty manner, the air in the entire practice room began to compress, and everyone closed their mouths and kept silent.

Melissa's eyes widened, her innocent expression once again revealed, and she couldn't help but hiccup: hiccup.

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