Chapter 321 Hotel California

Waiting for the guitar to be delivered.

Everyone looked at Ye Sihai in confusion.

Some wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Others looked forward to it.

Those who were looking forward to him making a fool of himself were naturally young people like Daimler who liked Claire.

Those who were looking forward to it had appreciated Ye Sihai's performance on Palm Island before.

It was really that English folk song that he adapted into a classic.

You can say that these big men are arrogant, but you can never say that they are ignorant.

Many people have a very high level of artistic accomplishment.

In full view of the public, Ye Sihai seemed to be frowning and muttering to himself.

American country music is famous all over the world.

Where is the City of Angels?

California.

In the previous world, there was a song called Hotel California, which was simply the pinnacle.

But that was country rock, one person and one guitar, which could not fully reflect its classicism.

But at this time, if you want to show off, you must show off a big one.

So what about the guitar?

Let's get started.

If I can't scare you to death, I'll scare you to death.

Does this count as winning glory for the country?

In Chris Morgan's manor, all musical instruments are ready.

Piano, guitar, violin, etc. are all necessary.

There are even percussion and electronic drums.

And there was a live band performing at the banquet.

A truly high-end banquet is not about playing music, but about getting a complete band to play and sing in an inconspicuous place.

What is this called?

Style.

The guitar was brought up.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Sihai was not panicked at all.

He calmly ordered the band on the side to bring a microphone, and asked for a high stool and a guitar pick.

Then he sat on it.

Glancing at everyone, he smiled and said:

"The song I just wrote is called Hotel California. You will definitely like it."

After that, he gently plucked the guitar with his fingers.

A string of notes jumped out.

First soothing, then rapid.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

What is this?

Blues?

Country music?

Or...!

As the guitar prelude continued to progress, Ye Sihai's hands actually began to play the guitar while beating the beat.

Everyone gradually became fascinated.

This is a typical American country rock rhythm.

And the prelude is so long.

It's three minutes long.

Is it just the guitar?

This melody is like a ghost wandering at night.

It's too beautiful, isn't it?

Ye Sihai's guitar level is not high, it can only be considered mediocre.

To the ears of professional music students like Claire, there are a lot of flaws.

But for ordinary people, it is enough.

Claire was stunned.

She is a professional.

The prelude played by Ye Sihai alone is definitely a classic among classics.

Oh my God.

Who is he?

Is this really what he just thought of?

If so, he is the illegitimate son of the god of music.

Ye Sihai began to sing.

His voice was deliberately suppressed to be a little hoarse and low, and there was an indescribable vicissitudes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Driving on the dark desert road."

"The cool breeze blew my hair."

"Strong..."

"Looking up into the distance, I saw lights flashing."

"My head was getting heavier and my vision was blurry."

"I had to stop and find a place to spend the night."

Claire's hairs all stood up.

Others were even more shocked and widened their eyes.

A picture scroll slowly unfolded before their eyes.

It was as if they were the decadent, decadent, aimless wandering singer in the lyrics, driving a broken car on the desolate highway in California.

This style of slow rock immediately captured everyone's heart.

Close your eyes, and there is really a sense of desolation.

Everyone was immersed in the lyrics and melody.

There were long guitar performances in between the lyrics.

Ye Sihai was not singing.

He seemed to be telling a story.

A dreamy and elusive story.

The listeners were directly immersed in it.

The band Chris Morgan invited had at least 20 members, all of whom looked at Ye Sihai as if they had seen a ghost.

God.

Is this still a human being?

Their professionalism is much higher than Claire's.

After all, they are experts in the music and art industry.

Their appreciation level is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Close your eyes, it's completely a Westerner singing.

How can this guy sing so deeply?

It feels like a Western singer who went to the East and sang with clear pronunciation and full emotions about people who don't want to be slaves.

This is simply nonsense.

"She stood at the door and greeted me."

"I heard the church bells in the distance."

"I said to myself in my heart."

"This could be heaven or hell."

"At this time, she lit a candle and led the way for me."

"There were voices along the corridor."

"I think I heard them talking."

"Welcome to the Hotel California."

"What a beautiful place."

"What a beautiful face."

"What a lovely face."

In the entire manor hall, almost no sound was heard, only Ye Sihai was playing and singing.

This is not a song.

This is a life.

I am the decadent guy.

Welcome to Hotel California.

The hoarse singing voice constantly hit their souls.

Claire clenched her hands tightly, suppressed her excitement, and stared at Ye Sihai with wide eyes.

She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

The waves of raging waves brought by the infinite surprises had drowned her.

This man...!

He is a super treasure.

The kind that can't be dug out.

Chris Morgan was also stunned by what he heard.

This guy...

How did he write this song?

Did he really write it just a few minutes ago?

Impossible!

But it's clearly called Hotel California.

Isn't it this California?

This is not a simple slow rock.

If it is produced, it will definitely make a sensation in North America and even the world.

In addition to the song he sang a few days ago, it is so addictive.

This guy's talent...!

It's really too scary.

No wonder he wants to acquire a film company.

I'm really looking forward to what kind of movie he can make.

What kind of monster partner did I find?

He is simply impeccable.

Eighteen years old.

What if he becomes his son-in-law?

At this moment, Chris didn't care about race at all.

The guests around him, the young people were better, and the middle-aged people who were a little older were all fascinated by it.

Who didn't have some stories when they were young?

It was because they had experienced that kind of decadent and confused life that they felt more.

They now had no contempt or bias towards Ye Sihai at all.

Oriental?

No!

This is actually a Westerner.

It's just that he was born in the wrong body.

Even Daimler's face turned red.

There was only a deep sense of frustration and shock in his heart.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable admiration for Ye Sihai.

Damn it!

Daimler suddenly became a little scared.

How could I admire him?

Not to mention the guests.

Even the waiters and servants in the manor all listened to the song with their ears tilted.

When the last line of lyrics ended, there was another long guitar.

The whole song was about eight minutes long.

Most songs are three or four minutes long.

When Ye Sihai finished the last note.

There was a dead silence.

No one even applauded.

Until he stood up from his chair.

Wow! !

Everyone applauded crazily and surrounded him.

They looked like they wanted to swallow him up.

Mr. Xian Sihai looked calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

In fact, he was very proud.

This guy pretended to be perfect.

But I only give myself 99 points.

One more point is afraid of pride.