830 A Promise

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Melody, stopped; singing, stopped.

Madison Square Garden fell into silence again, but in the quiet surging darkness, the eyes of the audience were projected in the same direction, and the hazy and bright tears were connected together, even more than the sky. The stars are still dazzling, the faces and eyes are so different and similar, the warm and bright rays of light are connected together, and they converge into a powerful force, rippling in the chest.

Heather's muscles couldn't exert any strength, and he was almost unable to stand on his feet. In just a short time, sweat had leaked from his forehead. It seemed that he had reached the limit of his body, and he might fall apart anytime, anywhere. . The pale face and rough panting revealed her weakness and embarrassment at the moment. If Ellie and Derek hadn't held up her hands in time, she would have been unable to stand at this time.

However, she couldn't give up, and she didn't want to give up either.

Heather straightened her knees again, even though her knees were trembling slightly, she still straightened her back, through the blurred tears, met Renly's eyes, and tried to say word by word, "I won't Give up." But the result was only a vague grunt, even the syllables were incomplete, all the sounds were rolling in the throat, and the feeling of powerlessness was heavily suppressed.

But Heather was not discouraged. Instead, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide, wide open. Without worrying, he began to try syllable by syllable, "I... um... I..." Unprecedented, Talking something so simple has become so difficult. Before tonight's concert, the situation was not so serious, but now, the more anxious, the more difficult it is.

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath again, Heather continued to try without giving up, "I...won't...give up...give up..." But these simple words almost consumed all of Heather's strength, but she still Stubbornly repeated, "I won't."

The weight of a sentence was heavy on his chest, and hot tears filled his cheeks, but the smile at the corner of his mouth bloomed recklessly, like a sunflower facing the sun, full of vigor and vigor, muttering in a low voice. , "I won't. I won't, I won't."

As if this were a spell, as if this were a promise, every time it was so firm, every time it was so certain, and as she spoke, the tender and pale face burst into a shining light, even the eyes All rejuvenated. Heather stood up straight with great difficulty, desperately getting rid of the support of her father and mother, took a small step forward tremblingly, raised her chin high, as if bathed in sunlight, and said again:

"I do not know."

So weak, yet so strong; so vague, yet so clear; so small, yet so loud.

Don't talk about Ellie, even Derek was in tears at this time, too embarrassed, but he didn't have time to pay attention to himself, just clenched his fists, just stared at Heather, reluctantly using the last bit of reason to maintain With all the emotions, it will not be completely fragmented.

Puff, puff, puff. The sound of the heartbeat still reverberated, but it gradually formed a piece. Involuntarily, Hope raised his right hand and put it on his chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat, so violent that his fingers were smashed. I couldn't help curling up, pushing hard, as if I could pass through my chest and truly feel the warmth and strength of my heart.

"I won't give up." Hope couldn't help whispering. His voice was completely drowned in tears. Even the simplest syllables became vague, but the will in the words burst out. Incredible energy. Like never before, Hope has never been so firm:

She will not give up.

She won't give up her dream, she won't give up persistence, she won't give up life. She is Don Quixote, the idiot who raised his spear high to fight the windmill, the madman who was addicted to his own world, the idiot who had a pure heart but was not tolerated by this society. Yes, she is a crazy and stupid Don Quixote.

Just because she believed in it. Dreams make life bearable; dreams make life full of light.

"I won't give up." Hope murmured again in a low voice, but he was sobbing so hard that he couldn't help himself, and was almost out of breath. She doesn't want to give up, and she won't give up either.

Hope Baez, William Taylor, Graham Hughes, Timcy Leslie...they're all Don Quixote; Anita Tunissa, Kelly Barton, Anne Seeley Mann, Elle Cross, Derek Cross...they're all Don Quixote; and, Bradley Adams of The New York Times, Gavin Hunter of Us Weekly," Eli Wallach of The Seattle Post...they're all Don Quixote too.

On top of this "one man's concert", in Madison Square Garden tonight, this is a carnival feast belonging to Don Quixote.

Heather raised her hands high and shouted again, "I...I won't give up."

Ren Li heard it, Ren Li heard it clearly, his nose was sour for a moment, and the warm water vapor almost burst out of his eyes, but he lowered his eyes in time to hide the fragility that flashed in his eyes, and sketched again. Qin Xian sang softly again, "I only ask you not to let go, and I promise that you will never give up."

It was Heather's song, but it wasn't his own. When you put your fingertips together, you can hold your dreams tightly; but the weight of dreams is so heavy that it makes you stumble and struggle. It is easier to give up than to persist, but only by persevering can you live.

No matter how alive, life can regain its color.

He has given up once and will not give up a second time. He also hoped that Heather would not give up, because he also didn't know whether Heather could still have a second chance.

A simple and simple lyric, "say-you-won't-let-go", is so heavy. So Renly slid his fingertips over the strings and hummed again, "If only you won't defend, and promise you won't leave." This was for Heather, for the Don Quixotes. Yes, and a promise to Renly himself.

A promise of gold.

Music is over; moving is just beginning. Even with the album "Don Quixote", even with the full performance of "One Man's Concert", at this moment, the power of music hits everyone again and again. A viewer's heart, a slightly trembling soul, trembled slightly under the starburst night sky.

The smile bloomed in the tears. Heather looked at Renly quietly. His eyes seemed to be able to clearly describe the outline of that face. The narrow eyes, the high nose bridge, the full lips, the strong chin... The eyes were greedy. And delicately pieced together the appearance in memory little by little, and fell slowly again.

She knew that this song was not Renly's confession, but her heartfelt and Renly's gift.

Renly had never loved her, as if she had never loved him. They are friends, always, before, now, and in the future. However, she was so lucky that the confession in her crush was still able to wait by his side, quietly watching, and even realized her dream. All of this is really too beautiful, and she shouldn't be too greedy.

What's more, she has a song of her own. She was involved in writing the lyrics - a very small part, but she was still involved; the melody was composed by Renly, and finally sung by Renly, a song that really belonged to her heart and contained her memories , contains her vision, her dream, and her soul.

She couldn't think of anything better than this. No, maybe it's the perfect thing to sing this song on the "American Idol" audition stage. But should she sing "The Beast" or "Say You Won't Give Up"? This is a difficult subject to decide.

Watching Renly silently, Heather raised her voice, "Cleopatra." She knew that Renly would not be singing "The Beast" tonight, a song she was most looking forward to hearing right now. "Cleopatra," she called again.

This time, Allie and Derek got it, so they joined Heather and shouted, "Cleopatra" toward the stage.

Heather could capture the smile on the corner of Renly's mouth, a hint of helplessness, a hint of beauty, and then she began to hum softly, "I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."

A vague voice, unable to speak a complete sentence at all, only a fragmented melody reverberates between her lips and teeth, but Heather's eyes are getting brighter and the smile on the corner of her mouth is getting happier: she likes this song, only Only after experiencing the vicissitudes of life can you understand the connotation of this song. she likes it.

On the stage, Renly seemed to hear Heather's innermost call. He shook his head gently and raised his head. There was a mighty darkness in front of him. And the vicissitudes of life, the spacious and vast Madison Square Garden makes people feel small, but makes the stage feel grand.

Those blurred teary eyes reflected a faint halo, as if reflecting his figure. So, without the playing of the guitar, without the accompaniment of music, he sang in a clear voice:

"But it was too late, it was too late, I missed the love of my life."

The sentence "It's too late", through the microphone, reverberated gently in the garden space, excitement and excited interest quietly echoed in the crowd, but no one made a sound, just stared blankly at the stage. Stripped of the joy of the melody, stripped of the joy of the drums, the sadness and bitterness hidden in the depths of the lyrics slowly overflowed.

Renly stopped suddenly, his fingertips sketched a melodious and far-reaching melody on the strings, and the musical symbols flew and danced lightly, as if with wings, through the garden, through the blizzard in New York, wearing After passing the shackles of time and space, he found Cleopatra again, stopped in the depths of those sad eyes, and then Renly hummed again:

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

Note: Say you won't give up (say-you-es-arthur)

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