1708 Resurrection

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Andrew returned to his step-by-step life according to his father's expectations. Sir seemed to disappear from his life forever. Even the posters in the room had disappeared. One of the many living beings in the world capital of New York.

If there is no accident, Andrew's life will return to peace like Nicole's.

By chance, Andrew passed by a jazz bar and accidentally noticed that the performer was Terrence Fletcher. Suddenly, he entered the bar and saw Fletcher playing the piano; but when Andrew was about to leave, his eyes met Fletcher, so he had to choose to stay.

Fletcher was expelled from Shelford College, and he said that it should be the parents of Sean Casey's class behind the trouble; at the same time, he expressed regret for the attitude and thinking of the parents.

"I think people don't know what I'm doing at Shelford. I'm not there to direct, and the mentally handicapped can shake their arms to control the tempo; No! It's just a waste of the next Louis Armstrong, or the next Charlie Parker."

Fletcher said so, and Andrew's mouth couldn't help but outline a small smile.

"I told you the story of how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, didn't I?" Fletcher recounted, though Andrew still remembered, how Joe Jones humiliated and suppressed Charlie Parker, and Charlie - How did Parker grow through practice? Fletcher's eyes showed admiration and admiration. Without Joe Jones' curse and encouragement, there would be a lack of a master in the jazz field. "For me, it is definitely A tragedy."

"But that's what everyone wants these days. People still wonder why jazz is dead. You go and see the 'jazz' albums in every Starbucks. There's nothing more hurtful in English than 'nice'. A word." Fletcher's eyes were full of sadness and embarrassment.

Andrew pondered, "Isn't there a bottom line? You crossed the bottom line and then dismissed the next Charlie Parker directly?"

"No, of course not. Because the next Charlie Parker will never be dismissed," Fletcher said firmly.

Andrew seemed to feel something, the light in those eyes gathered little by little, and the emotions in the bottom of his eyes were quietly surging, and there was an earth-shaking change from the calm and low-key appearance before entering the bar, as if... The sleeping soul is awakened again.

At the end of the night, Fletcher sent out an invitation, "The band I'm practicing right now is about to perform at the JVC Festival (jvc), and the drummer is still bad. You know what I mean? I It's all music room band scores, 'Caravan', 'Whiplash', and I need a drummer who can memorize them all."

"Where's Ryan Connery?" Andrew asked.

"He's always been my motivation to motivate you," Fletcher said.

"Turner?"

"Turner switched to medicine, I think... he might have been dismissed."

Fletcher just stared at Andrew quietly, and Andrew did not speak, and also stared at Fletcher quietly.

Slowly, slowly, the flame deep in Andrew's eyes happened to ignite, and the vitality in the depths of his pupils seemed to be reawakening little by little. , seems to be hesitating, but deep down he has made a decision early.

A look, from decadent to bright, from hesitant to firm, from ashes to splendid, does not require the assistance and supplement of language, but it has explained too much.

He belongs to the jazz after all, from soul to skin, from mind to fingertips. Because Ryan Connery became mediocre, Carl Turner chose to give up, and Charlie Parker will not be persuaded to quit, he is Fletcher's Charlie Parker.

...

Andrew found his drum set again, and started to practice the repertoire again. There is no extra footage to explain, but it can be found from the details that his fingers and tiger's mouth and other parts are again pasted with band-aids, and it seems that you can see the faint depths. blood stains.

This is the trace of practice.

Andrew carefully found Nicole's phone number in his mobile phone. After dialing, he sent an invitation, hoping that Nicole could come to the jazz festival; Nicole's voice was still bright and sweet, but a little hesitant and alienated, she was not. So willing to go but couldn't bear to refuse directly, so she said that she needed to ask her boyfriend.

Things became clear.

In the square close-up shot, Andrew sat quietly on the edge of the bed, Nicole's voice came from the phone receiver, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and there was a hint of bitterness, but then it turned into sigh and helplessness, There was even some sarcasm, even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.

After hanging up the phone, the corners of Andrew's raised mouth still maintained, but the focus and focal distance in his sight were slowly disintegrating, lost and confused, confused and sad, the loneliness and loneliness of gray just slowly in the bottom of his eyes. Slowly surging, and then he lowered his eyes, all his emotions disappeared, and he regained his calm appearance.

He is still him, but he is a little different after all, but no one knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing

. Maybe that's the price of growing up.

...

The music festival is here, and Andrew is ready to come to Carnegie Hall, which is part of Lincoln Center. This is the top and grandest stage in the world, the peak stage that every jazz orchestra performer dreams of. At the party, my father once asked back: Do you have a chance to appear on the stage at Lincoln Center?

Tonight, he is about to take the stage, and his father, Jim, is the only family invited.

He didn't think Nicole and her boyfriend would show up.

Standing backstage, Fletcher graciously faced the brand-new band, "For those members who are participating in jvc for the first time, it is estimated that it is the first time except for Carl. Tonight can change your life, auditorium. The guys in here are just one phone call away and you can be a 'Blue Note' sign, an emc client, a Lincoln Center chief."

Andrew's smile bloomed again, and hope returned to his eyes.

"But on the other hand, if you screw up, you better consider changing careers. Because another characteristic of these people is that they will never forget." Fletcher's words made Andrew ponder, and the jaw line was slightly tightened up.

The band is officially on stage.

Andrew sat down smoothly, and then saw the audience, the hazy creamy yellow halo projected over, making his vision a little blurred, and he could only see a black piece in front of him, everything became unreal but yet Incomparably real, his palms began to tremble slightly, and when he turned over to look, sweat had soaked his palms.

Taking a long breath, Andrew curled up his palms and regained his composure. He raised his head and glanced at the music stand. The score for "Whiplash" was at the forefront, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Amid the applause of the audience, Fletcher stepped onto the stage, but before heading to the command seat, his footsteps stopped in front of Andrew.

Andrew raised his head and showed a big smile. He knew that Fletcher was always special to himself, and the bond between them was also special. Fletcher hoped that he could become his Charlie Parker, which was also his wish. , maybe, tonight will be able to become such an opportunity.

But Fletcher's words made Andrew's smile stiff, "Do you think I'm a /stupid/cricket/? I know it's you."

Without any extra words, Andrew's back climbed up with a series of goose bumps, shivering one after another, unable to stop at all, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only watch Fletcher turn around and walk on On the stage, the whole brain has fallen into a state of shutdown.

"...we'll be playing some of the regular stuff, but before that, we'll bring you a brand new piece, a brand new piece from Tim Simonyi called 'Rock Up'."

The whole audience held their breath, because they noticed that on Andrew's music stand, there was no "rocking" music score at all. One move directly pushed Andrew to a desperate situation. Andrew wanted to flee, but Fletcher didn't even give him such a chance and just started playing.

Andrew is over, completely over.

Even an amateur audience could see that Andrew was completely overwhelmed, barely trying to hit some drums without even getting the point, and that was a complete disaster. Any performance on any occasion, this is a fatal mistake, let alone the opening of the Jazz Festival at Carnegie Hall?

Andrew was frantically trying to hit some drums, but his performance was horrific, and the audience felt even worse than Andrew.

But Fletcher still didn't stop performing, and the whole jazz band split into two parts: the good part and the drum part.

At the end of the performance, Andrew couldn't even raise his head, the deep powerlessness and despair dragged his ankles down slowly; in sharp contrast, the high-spirited and high-brow Fletcher came to Andrew In front of him, he whispered, "I guess, you just don't have such talent."

Andrew stared at the audience in front of him, and the hope in his eyes turned into a dead silence. He knew that his career had come to an end, and there was no possibility of turning over. His unwillingness and anger had disappeared. He disappeared without a trace, but was dominated by shame, and the only thought in his mind was: run away.

Like a lost dog, he fled the stage of this music mecca in panic.

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