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- Chapter 20 Return to the stage
(Thanks to classmates "Gan Cai Stinky Tofu" and "Gua Gua" for the reward. Thanks to "wrn1992" for the monthly pass for children's shoes)
Popular songs live.
The audience was filled with fans and spectators from all walks of life, rising and falling to the rhythm of the music. The cheer sticks swaying everywhere were colorful and colorful, adding beauty to the entire studio. The occasional burst of high-pitched cheers made the atmosphere of the scene even higher.
The lights on Stage 1 are still shining, and the melody of epiigh's return title song "f" is rippling rapidly. The powerful rap is like a whirlwind blowing through the audience, and it is like a lingering lyrical ancient poem, which is endlessly memorable.
There are no lights on Stage 2. In the dark environment, the staff are making urgent arrangements. A piano has been placed in the middle, surrounded by a guitar, a bass, a drum set, and a set of drums. Play the cello.
An Chengyou tried the headset inserted into his ears, patted it gently, and made a satisfied gesture to the staff.
"Zhao Quan, Nichkhun, Park Jae-bum and Seo Joo-hyun gathered around, gesticulating with each other, and performing the final silent exercises. After An Chengyou stepped forward to help them adjust their headsets, he patted their backs and chuckled: "Just treat them as usual practice and follow the rhythm."
"Well Sister Yoona has already taught me, try not to look at the audience. Even if you see it, you will treat it like a bunch of cabbage." Xu Zhuxian nodded seriously.
An Chengyou was stunned, as if he had heard Xu Zhuxian's words somewhere.
On Stage 1, epiigh¡¯s song has come to an end, and the staff signaled the five people to prepare.
On the host stage, the new issue of Two Ones is Jang Keun Suk, who debuted as a child star. Although there are many limitations in the roles he has played so far, Jang Keun Suk expressed his ambition and persistence in acting to people in a timely manner. After all, he has such a vivid personality. It's hard to say no to a young man with a smile.
Kim Heechul, another handsome boy in R.Junior, reappeared in the public eye after only taking 35 days off due to a car accident at the end of last year. In February this year, he partnered with Jang Keun Suk and became the new MC of Inkigayo. .
Sitting in front of the piano, An Chengyou adjusted the microphone in front of the piano. He raised his head and his eyes fell on the hosting platform.
Jang Keun Suk and Kim Heechul¡¯s looks are indeed worthy of being called handsome boys, as well as Nichkhun holding Bess not far away. An Chengyou curled his lips and thought to himself, it is never good for a man to look too girly.
I don¡¯t know if An Chengyou said the grapes were sour because he couldn¡¯t eat them.
¡°In recent days, there has been a whirlwind of music everywhere.¡± Kim Heechul looked towards Stage 2 intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled slightly.
¡°All five songs in one album are very popular,¡± Jang Keun Suk said with a smile. ¡°As an actor and singer, he has achieved success. I am a little envious of him now.¡±
As soon as Jang Keun Suk finished speaking, patches of white moonlight flashed under the stage, as if they were dancing in the air, and sounds like a sea wave came towards us.
"An Chengyou An Chengyou An Chengyou"
Kim Heechul shrugged helplessly and said to Jang Keun Suk, "It seems we don't need to introduce you anymore."
Jang Geun-suk grimaced and nodded: "Then we will give our warmest shouts to welcome Ahn Seung-woo to bring us his return to the stage."
"irt"
Along with bursts of screams, a beam of light hit stage two and landed in the middle of the stage.
A black piano, a figure wearing a brown jacket, silver earrings, and short hair burst into the audience's eyes.
The soothing piano prelude sounded slowly, as if a picture scroll was about to unfold, telling people the story that had been sealed for a long time.
The fierce cheers from the audience gradually stopped. With the introduction of the prelude, everyone could no longer take their eyes away from the figure on the stage waving his hands and jumping lightly on the black and white piano keys.
With his eyes half-closed, An Chengyou's fingertips were like flowing elves, playing the clever music on the keys smoothly. With her lips slightly opened, she told the sad story into the microphone.
"I struggled in the shackles of your feelings, which made me feel like I was dead. I couldn't help listening but I felt choked. Once you said you needed me and then left. Heartbroken, I chose to wait for you to finally come back and apologize. But I I have decided that I can only treat you."
The sound of the piano is mixed with the 12 eight beats of the singing. Each depressing eight beat is accompanied by a depressing dance step. It seems to be telling something, but people cannot hear it clearly.
An Chengyou¡¯s thick male voice is like a plaintive confession. There is something that wants to tear apart in the dark night. He prays for the arrival of dawn. He wants to scream as loud as he can and vent his dissatisfaction.??
His voice gradually became louder, and the lights on the stage suddenly brightened, showing everyone on the stage. At this time, Zhao Quan behind An Chengyou beat the drums, Xu Zhuxian played the cello with his eyes closed, and Park Jae-bum's fingers The tip plucked the strings, and Nichkhun's bass also sounded passionately.
The sound of piano, guitar, cello, drums and bass are wonderfully blended together, and An Chengyou's singing brings the whole story to a climax.
"It's too late to say sorry, it's really too late. I said: It's too late to say sorry, it's really too late."
There was a break in singing, and only the sound of various musical instruments intertwined echoed throughout the stage.
Time flies, and many people have left us. Maybe the years have left a lot of regrets and sadness, and maybe not all movies end like snow. In a crowded city with a huge sea of ??people, people may feel alienated and far away. The bright starry sky is how many light years away from us. There are many things that cannot be repeated, because everything is just like what An Chengyou sang, it is too late.
The melody is pure, the feelings are sincere, and the voice is moving. Everything seems perfect, but behind this perfection, people can clearly distinguish the underlying sadness.
The audience in the audience was silent, and the deafening shouts before were completely gone. Only the flickering white moon seemed to be telling something silently.
The rhythm continues. People are immersed in it, and the softest parts of their hearts are trembling gently. Maybe many of them have not experienced anything, but it cannot hinder the deepest memories and most desired desires in their hearts.
They seemed to have seen a picture.
There are withered roses and fresh roses in the glass. The young man wanted to break off the withered rose and open his palms, but he saw the petals of the rose that were fragrant and fragrant, and the withered and yellow veins cut the leaves as far away as he could see. It turned out that this was a wrong love all along.
Since there is still warmth in the quilt, there are teeth and tongues in the kiss, since there is still a bright red lakeside on the neck, since we still love each other, is it the skin of the immortal love soul? When the soul is gnawing and burning, smelling the taste of the body.
The young man said: I think you look at the clouds so close, but you look at me so far away. When you apologize, your eyes are no longer clear
Screaming towards the sky, you already understand that everything in the past has disappeared. Only by jumping into the abyss can you get physical relief and psychological salvation.
People will never see that boy again. Where did that boy go?
Very simple rhythm and soundtrack, very simple male voice, but there is an ultimate purity in the simplicity.
"I once wanted to try again, even if it made my heart fall again. I am obsessed with you, and I need you just like my heart needs to beat to continue. But now I have made up my mind. I love you unforgettable and passionately. I became sad and difficult to heal, but you said "I'm sorry" with such a heavenly voice that I couldn't believe it was you who said it. But I'm afraid"
People had just woken up, and before they could distinguish between reality and dreams, An Chengyou's singing was brought back to the sad point of despair.
A touch of sadness, but not the kind of heart-wrenching sadness that makes it difficult to extricate yourself. Rather, there is a feeling of calmly looking away, somewhat letting go, but still unable to let go.
Maybe everyone has or will have that kind of experience, and sometimes the memories are filled with a touch of sadness, just like what An Chengyou sang at this time.
"It's too late to say sorry, it's really too late. I said: It's too late to say sorry, it's really too late."
Memories are everywhere. Dim street lights, cool breeze, short bridge lakeside, pedestrians passing by, too much familiarity, too much lingering. I was afraid, so I hid, not daring to pause at all. I raised my head slightly, looked ahead, quickened my pace, and time sped up.
All the attention is on walking, so naturally one will not be distracted and think about other things, but the shining light often makes people panic, especially in the thunderstorm season. What is deafening is not the roar, but the swing. I am uncertain about the vase, fearing that it will fall to the ground if I can¡¯t hold it tightly, and someone will discover it. It turns out that there is a kind of old wine called sourness, and a kind of heartache called lateness.
The rotating flowers, swaying feathers, romantic candles, diamond rings and all the signs of commitment and memories are like the initial beauty of love.
The slowly dripping ink, the slowly spreading ink stains, the leisurely rotating candles, it is not just the flowers that are gradually withering, but also the piano that An Chengyou is gently tapping with his hands.
"It's too late to say sorry, it's really too late. I said: It's too late to apologize, it's really too late." An Chengyou closed his eyes and sang repeatedly, as if confiding, as helpless, as determined, as if reluctant to give up.
??A piece of string music that comes and goes back and forth, as if it is deliberately teasing, suddenly loses its breath-like pause, triggering another murmur that suddenly becomes intense., then everything began to react at an accelerated rate, the hammered light bulbs, burning paper, cracked glass, passing water, withered flowers, time passed all of these are irreversible, just like her apology has been It's too late.
The sound of piano, guitar, bass, cello, and drums struck the hearts of everyone present one by one. Together with An Chengyou's singer, the picture was slowly gathered together, leaving only the last sentence.
¡°Your words deeply troubled me and made me feel like I had passed away.¡±
In the end, the lights on the stage seemed to be reluctant to go out, telling the audience that the song was over, but their ears seemed to still be echoing with the rich classical rhythms like pop rhythms.
It wasn¡¯t until An Chengyou walked into the passage that the people in the audience gradually woke up. In an instant, huge shouts shook the entire studio.
The moon-white fluorescent stick was waving desperately, and the large support sign was shaking constantly.
The "sufs" shouted the same name loudly.
"An Chengyou"
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