880 Carrying a Dream

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Gradually, gradually, the melody stopped, and the curling singing floated in the air, leaving a touch of sadness and a touch of joy, as gentle as the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon, light and soft.

The turbulent emotions slowly calmed down; bitterness surged on the tip of his tongue, and the reality of reality swept over, unprecedentedly clear and real, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. It has been numb for too long, ignored for too long, and now it has finally erupted. The pain of loss is too turbulent and too real, dripping with blood, and can't bear to look directly.

But, now I finally found it. The wound can begin to heal.

When he reopened his eyes, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and then Renly saw old Frank who was close at hand, with a vicissitudes of life and rough face, full of weather and frost, he sat in the empty seat next to him, and Renly took a space apart, beer mug in hand, gulping down the drain.

Seemingly aware of Renly's sight, old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face. He didn't ask or wonder, just glanced at him indifferently, then withdrew his gaze and said gruffly, " Would you like a beer?"

"Okay," Renly replied.

Grab your beer and take a sip. The sourness was overflowing, and Renly couldn't help laughing, laughing loudly, "Damn, this beer is really bad."

Old Frank laughed sullenly and nodded again and again, "Yes, this is damn bad." But after he finished speaking, he still picked up the glass, raised his head and took a sip, sighing heavily, "God, So bad it makes you want to kill yourself."

"So, is this the same thing as absinthe?" Renly teased. The young bartender standing at the bar couldn't understand it, but old Frank laughed heartily and said yes.

Poets are always like this, they like the burning of absinthe, but hate the astringency of absinthe. Every time they create, they always experience another torture, pain and joy.

Reality, lingering at his fingertips, surging in his chest, and settling in his mind; as never before, on the ground, Renly felt the truth. Heather passed away, leaving behind a dream that she could not fulfill, and left this world forever.

Not only the dream of participating in "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on the stage, interpreting yourself with music, and changing the world with music.

The album "Don Quixote" carried the dreams of George Slender and Stanley Charlesson, as well as the dreams of Heather Cross; now Renly will carry the dreams of Heather , and also his dream as an artist, to move on. He is an actor and a singer.

Renly felt this clearly when he received the Album of the Year trophy at the Grammys; but today it's a step further, more certain than ever, and more profound than ever.

Of course, he is not destined to be a qualified singer.

He doesn't regularly compose songs, he doesn't make albums regularly, he doesn't hold concerts regularly, and he doesn't perform for Grammys, for the market, or for publicity; he is an actor who is performing On the road, he still has countless goals to achieve, countless challenges to try, and he still aspires to become a top actor.

But, perhaps after "Don Quixote," there might be a second album. Although Renly has yet to see any shadow, and there is no guarantee when it will come out. When the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and embrace the second album with enthusiasm.

In his new life, he didn't want to, nor would he leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again."

Like now.

Turning his head, Renly's eyes fell on old Frank next to him, and he said with a smile, "Hey, can you lend me your guitar? Or, do you want to join in?"

Old Frank stared blankly at Renly.

He doesn't know Renly, and that can't blame him, for one thing, there's no picture of Renly on the "Don Quixote" album at all, even if it's the inside page of the physical album, there's only one; "Don Quixote" has never been publicized in any way, and is completely unknown to veteran music lovers who never care about gossip; thirdly, they like the album's music itself, not the singer.

However, Old Frank still showed a smile, "You also like music? Welcome, of course." Old Frank took a swig of beer, greeted him, and took Renly onto the stage, "If you need anything, use it to your heart's content. What musical instrument do you usually use?"

"Piano and guitar." Renly followed.

The platform in front of you is not so much a stage as it is an open space. There is only a small space left, and high stools, musical instruments and a garden are placed, which becomes a stage; even the simple and generous of the pioneer village The well-equipped stage is also much more complete than here.

"Popular?" Old Frank said with great interest. When he mentioned music, his eyes lit up, guessing the type of music Renly was best at.

Renly chuckled lightly, "Just enjoying the music." There was no direct answer.

Old Frank didn't mind, and nodded again and again, "Of course, of course. Enjoying music is the most essential and most important thing." Then, Old Frank handed the guitar to Renly and said enthusiastically, "I just tuned it. The strings are gone, but my fingers are heavier and the strings are tighter, so you can see how you feel."

Renly was polite, sat on the high stool, took the guitar, simple

After sketching the strings a few times, he began to tune them skillfully, "Excuse me, would you like to play with me? If you don't mind, can you give me a little drumbeat? Or, is this not polite?"

"No, no." Old Frank waved his hands again and again. "What song are you going to play? My drum skills are too bad, I can only give you some basic drums."

Renly smiled cheerfully, "No, the basic drums are enough." After speaking, Renly recalled seriously for a moment, the melody in his mind was slowly flowing, but it was full of excitement, following the inspiration, He started to high-five and beat the rhythm.

Old Frank, who was sitting behind the drum set, tentatively began to hit the drum head, following Renly's beat.

Renly nodded and affirmed, "The power is a little heavier, yes; then when you cut into the chorus, you switch to this rhythm." The two communicated back and forth. Rongrong, immersed in the world of music, full of grace and comfort.

The drum beats calmly and steadily. Renly lowered his head and drew the strings of his guitar. The ding-dong sound of the strings was like the sound of melting ice and snow. , towards the warmth and brightness of spring.

That clear and translucent melody, like the first swipe of the morning sun, tore through the thick night, passed through the layers of mist, landed on the slender fingertips, refracted the thick eyelashes, and sprinkled sparsely and brightly; Blowing on the cheeks, filled with a dry breath, unconsciously, the corners of the mouth quietly raised.

"May you take a brave leap and be fearless; may you build a high wall when the tide hits; may your name be called when the crowd cheers; may others flee, and you face it calmly."

Renly's mellow and warm voice, walking through the bright musical symbols, weaves a beautiful and moving poem, moving and firm from the depths of the soul, one step at a time, so solid, so sure, so persistent, resolute. Forward. Simple guitar strings and lively drums dance interlaced, and little by little, outline the high-spirited fighting spirit and bright hope behind the melody.

Old Frank couldn't help but raised his head, looking at the back of the young man in front of him with amazement and astonishment.

This is a song that I have never heard before. Between the simple chords, there is a resolute energy; between the moving lyrics, there is a resolute persistence. Complexity is simplified, but simplicity is used to control complexity. Inadvertently, the shock surged, the emotion fell, and the soft heart trembled slightly.

"May you fall in love, but your body is covered with bruises. Only after going through vicissitudes can you be fully enlightened; may you avoid suffering, but remember the taste of pain; may when the time comes, you can shout: I give everything, I have no regrets!"

"I do everything (i-did-it-all)" is just such a simple and straightforward sentence, but it has exhausted all the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life, and also all the joy and satisfaction in life. .

This is a motto dedicated to Heather Cross, this is also the voice of Don Quixote, and this is the cry of every dreamer's soul.

They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred and invincible, they are moths to fire but they shine, they are a group of stupid and extreme loners, but at the end of life, they release all their energy, proud and satisfied Shout out:

I gave everything and I have no regrets.

"I cherish every minute and every second that this world can give me, I have read all the mountains and rivers, I have overcome all obstacles and thorns all the way, even if my body is broken, I swear I will live my life (i-swear-i-lived)!"

In the passionate melody, Renly's singing spread its wings and flew into the sky, trembling in the depths of my soul, trembling, singing, cheering, dancing, and enjoying: even if my body is broken, I swear, I will not waste my life.

This is his life, this is his dream, this is his path, this is his persistence.

Along the way, stumbling, thorns all over the place; along the way, painstaking efforts, covered with wounds; But, he has never regretted it, he will not regret it. Even if he is bruised and bruised, even if he is full of scars, even if he is cut through thorns, even if his body is shattered, even if he is on his knees, he will reach the end. He will not give up, let alone back down, because this is his belief and his existence.

As Renly Hall, he lived. He really existed. It's not mediocre, it's not stubbornly living, it's not timid, it's not just living it, it's not self-deception, but it's really living, following your own way, chasing your dreams, and shining your own light. This is his life, and he has no regrets.

In this life, in this life, at the end of his life, even if his body is shattered, he swears that this life will never be in vain!

I swear.

Note: not in vain (i-lived - one-republic)

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