The other bands backstage were all shocked by the scene before them and laughed. In their opinion, these juniors really have endless potential, and their intense stage performances were refreshing.
In the workroom, Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes and shook his head, tapping his fingers on the table and making a gentle beat.
In the audience, the serious-faced Bai Feng did not dance with the people around her. She stared at Lu Zhengkang, who was shining brightly on the stage. The boy looked at the horizon and roared loudly until his face turned red. Su Xiangli stood on his right.
Behind her, a white wig trembled like a floating curtain of water. Her gaze rested on Lu Zhengkang's back, never leaving it for a moment.
Everything is fine except...
Four young men and women roared on the stage, and the people in the audience interpreted what rock and roll is, which means shaking their heads and rolling around.
Lu Zhengkang could feel that his thoughts had been dispersed along the vibration of the airflow of his vocal cords, spreading along with the current.
If thoughts had temperature, Lu Zhengkang would be like a piece of red-hot coal flying into the kerosene, the flames and boiling temperature glowing in incandescence.
If passion has weight, then Lu Zhengkang is like the boulder thrown into the pond. Not only the water waves, he explodes countless water splashes, allowing people to be destroyed in his roar.
If hallucinations had a smell, everyone would be immersed in the refreshing air flowing straight into their heads. The collective hysteria and carnival would make the sober people addicted, and those who were stunned would even want to break their necks and jump their legs.
Break. Under the noon sun, the scorching popularity turns into invisible mist, like a sea of clouds, rolling and floating, shining with thousands of rays of light.
It's just a song, but it has such charm. When the first fuse in the crowd is lit, the flames are already unstoppable!
Lu Zhengkang feels that he is connected to his teammates through music. His highly developed brain has reached a deep and beautiful state. The state of everyone in the band is under his subtle induction. All sound signals, smell signals and even through
The audience's reaction was that although he was standing at the front of the line, he seemed to be face to face with everyone.
[Lu: Su Xiangli, she is a little absent-minded and staring at me.]
[Lu: Mu Huai has tried her best, she is in good condition.]
[Deer: Lou Xun Diao, he is too excited and suppresses his fear, but like walking on a tightrope, he is too tight and will break at any time. Try to hold on before the song ends!]
The current Suhuai Flying Star is a carriage with broken shoes, an equation with a cracked piston, a steamer that hit an iceberg, a light boat with a broken mast driven by Lu Zhengkang, and a rolling haze in the sea of people.
Flying in the middle, there are sudden rains and strong winds.
Every second that passes is a torment. The audience cheers for them, but the next second it seems that they will all boo.
Finally, Lou Xundiao's first mistake occurred. At this moment, Lu Zhengkang felt that time almost stopped when the beat was wrong. Then, the wrong beat slowly passed, and the next drumbeat continued successfully.
superior.
The music continued, and Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes slightly. He knew that his great-grandfather must be watching this scene. Although he always said he didn't care, if he could really make his old grandfather laugh out loud, so would he.
One hundred happy ones.
This is a struggle that belongs to youth. The rebellious teenagers gathered together and screamed hoarse on a stage watched by more than 10,000 people for a so-called dream and a so-called high-spirited spirit.
"...So I! Started to change!
"Become like a rolling ball of blazing fireworks!!"
Lu Zhengkang enjoys this moment, he is both a performer and a manipulator. He is not a monkey in the zoo that makes people watch, he is a singer who makes people crazy with his music.
When the song ended, the audience cheered.
"One more!"
"Su Huai Feixing! Su Huai Feixing!"
The voices of the whole audience united and shouted Su Huai Feixing. These strangers were fascinated by the band composed of four children. Standing on the front bank of the stormy waves, Lu Zhengkang and the four of them showed each other cheerful smiles.
Lu Zhengkang gestured: "One more?"
Su Xiangli and Mu Huai both nodded, but Lou Xundiai waved his hand and pointed at his legs, which were shaking until they were numb.
The audience continued to chant.
Lu Zhengkang stood in front of the microphone and wanted to explain something. The instructor's voice came from the teleprompter in his ear, "There is a classmate of yours who said she can help. She wants to be a drummer."
The four members of the band looked backstage. The cold young literary girl Bai Feng wore her hair down, a black mask, and a loose white cotton T-shirt with a line of red "rock'n roll" printed on it, and a loose pair of pants.
Wearing blue jeans and a pair of khaki leather shoes, he opened the curtain and walked up. It was like a bolt of cold lightning shot into the venue. Everyone was surprised and puzzled.
Bai Feng patted Lou Xundiao and said, "Senior, your drum set is really bad. It depends on how I play. You can go backstage and take a rest." Her aura was so aggressive that Lou Xundiai couldn't even say a word in retort.
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The eyes of the girl with disheveled black hair in front of him were like cameras. He was frozen stiff, but he felt that there was fire bursting out of the cold eyes. He hurriedly handed over the drumsticks and moved backstage in small steps.
Sitting in front of the drum set, Bao Feng twirled the drumsticks, just like a student spinning a pen or a knight holding a sword, showing off his sharp edge. The musicians in the backstage brightened up and said one after another: "This looks professional, better than just now
That one is much better.”
The monitor's tone was calm. In the time when there were no poems and books, she would always be like a spear, going straight without leaving any room. "Next song, come on, what are you going to perform?"
Lu Zhengkang laughed, "The monitor is here!"
Su Xiangli ran over excitedly and hugged Baifeng, "Why are you here?"
Mu Huai tilted his head, "You haven't practiced with us before, can you do it?"
"It will definitely work."
Lu Zhengkang felt infinitely happy. He came closer to the microphone and said, "The next song is for everyone, "Those who have no ideals are not sad."
It is another old song, and few people in the audience know it, but they are still willing to applaud, not for any band or song, but for the joyful atmosphere of the music festival.
The synthesizer intro sounded, and cheers followed.
"My favorite record store,
"Yesterday was his last day,
"The fragments that once made me intoxicated,
"They're all scattered on the street..."
Lu Xuefeng once sang this song for two children in a pickup truck. Now, Lu Zhengkang is singing this song for his great grandfather on the stage where everyone is watching.
"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness!! I don't want to live underground all the time!! Material scam! Ants in a hurry! People without culture are not sad!!"
The roar of the crowd spread along the live broadcast screen. Grandpa was sitting in the workroom, shaking his head, but with a smile on his face, he was already extremely happy.