After tuning the guitar, I touched the guitar strings slightly.
This is a good guitar.
At least it's better than the guitar Lu Yuan once played.
After slowly moving the chair to the window, Lu Yuan adjusted his whole body's breath to the best state.
This is a very difficult song to sing, at least among the English songs that Lu Yuan can sing, it is one of the most difficult to sing.
He lowered his head and picked up the guitar, while gently touching the strings of the guitar with his fingers.
Of course, he didn't play it, but kept thinking about how to play the song and the strange feeling in his memory.
This song is actually not suitable for one person to play.
It turns out that bands from around the world combined several people to come up with the melody and accompaniment.
But this is not important to Lu Yuan.
At this time, the bright moonlight from the window sill shone in, and it happened to shine on Lu Yuan's face, making Lu Yuan look very peaceful.
He closed his eyes.
Wang Jinxue and James looked at each other, both of them felt strange.
But neither of them said anything to disturb them, and even Lu Yuan's expression gave them an inexplicable feeling that something was about to be born.
Lu Yuan suddenly smiled slightly, his past regrets and helplessness echoed in his mind.
That year, when he learned this song, he was actually very ambitious. He wanted to show off in front of girls, show off in KTV, show off in other places, show off those high-end skills...
But in the end, I didn't pretend to be successful.
He thinks that literary and artistic young people are very popular, but in fact they are not as popular as the powerful RMB people at all.
In fact, it is the same no matter what era it is.
You sing dozens of English songs that you think are very good in KTV, why not show your BMW car keys slightly, and then pretend to sigh deeply that life has been boring recently...
After all, college is not high school.
When I was in high school, I could play the piano, guitar and sing English songs in front of little girls. Maybe I was so good that the little girls would admire me. After all, I was still young at that time, but in college...
Please, what you worship is completely different, okay?
Therefore, Lu Yuan's idea of putting in all the hard work to show off was completely shattered, tragically.
This is Lu Yuan's lingering pain.
But things are different now. He has found the feeling of showing off. This time, he wants to put on the showback that he never had in college!
After about thirty seconds of silence, Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and then continued to play the guitar with an ambitious pretense...
Wang Jinxue and James both felt a sense of tension at the same time, and even their breathing stagnated slightly!
Could it be, is he going to officially start?
But at this moment...
"Boom!"
"..."
"..."
Lu Yuan's hand holding the string suddenly trembled...
The extremely discordant and unpleasant sound startled Wang Jinxue and James.
Then the two of them looked at Lu Yuan speechlessly.
"Cough, cough, sorry, I played the wrong string and my hand slipped..." Lu Yuan smiled awkwardly. He originally wanted to pretend to be cool in the most perfect manner to make up for the regret of not pretending to be cool, but he was not interested
Either because he was too excited or something, he marked the wrong note.
There is something wrong with this pretense.
"Mr. Lu Yuan, how about today..."
James hesitated for a while after seeing Lu Yuan's expression. Just when he was about to say something to end the invitation for the time being, he suddenly found that Lu Yuan pressed a chord slightly, and then the guitar sound slowly sounded.
A beautiful, American rock and roll guitar sound from the 1970s appeared in James' ears.
James was stunned.
Wang Jinxue was also stunned.
She saw Lu Yuan sitting on a chair holding his guitar and playing the melody very skillfully. The melody was long but very beautiful.
Is Lu Yuan planning to compose a guitar song for James instead of a piano song?
In fact, guitar music is not impossible.
After all, Lu Yuan's music fits the theme of the movie very well and sounds very authentic and flavorful.
James closed his eyes and listened to the guitar music. He seemed to see a bar, a church, a lot of holiness and depravity in the guitar music, as well as a faint smell mixed with it.
Lu Yuan got excited about playing, and his smile became deeper and deeper. After looking at the admiring expressions of James and Wang Jinxue, he suddenly felt a little satisfied.
In the past, pretentiousness was forced, and sometimes Lu Yuan even pretended to be coquettish for no apparent reason without even knowing it.
But it's different now. Now Lu Yuan feels that he is taking the initiative to show off, and he has that kind of independent control.
After about fifty seconds of prelude, Lu Yuan moved his neck slightly...
“on a dark desert highway,
Driving on a dark desert road
cool wind in my hair……
The cool breeze blew my hair..."
James opens his eyes!
This is not a melody or a tune, this is really a song, and it is an English song.
Wang Jinxue's beautiful eyes were also stunned as she stared at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan's voice was very hoarse, with a hint of vicissitudes that did not match his age. Inexplicably, Wang Jinxue felt that this young man who did not look very old was like a wandering singer who had gone through many, many things.
Of course, this did not surprise Wang Jinxue.
What surprised Wang Jinxue was that Lu Yuan could really sing English songs, and he sang very well.
Under the moonlight...
Lu Yuan smiled. He really wanted to show off to make up for the regret that he had not been able to show off.
But at this moment, Lu Yuan found that he was really immersed in the memory of this song...
His mentality at the moment was completely different from when he played "Canon". If playing "Canon" was just playing without any sense of memory or immersion, then "Hotel California" was completely the opposite.
The feeling of wanting to show off has gradually disappeared, and gradually turned into the feeling of trying hard but not being recognized, and ultimately losing to the cruel reality. Of course, this feeling also contains a kind of feeling that even Lu Yuan himself cannot explain clearly.
accusation.
He is a natural singer.
More than one person has commented on him this way.
He easily gets emotional when singing.
In fact, whether it is an English song or a Chinese song, a classic will always be indelible. It will only always be imprinted in the depths of your soul and keep you infected by this soul...
Not long after Lu Yuan opened his mouth, the piano music not far away stopped.
"Is anyone singing?"
"Over there..."
"It sounds pretty good. Let's go over and have a look."
"good!"
"He seems to be a yellow man. Is he a Japanese?"
"No, he should be a Chinese."
"Chinese?"
"right."
A few people in twos and threes came to Lu Yuan's seat and stopped to look at Lu Yuan.
Luo Yuan's voice echoed in Nuoda's cafe. Even though most of the people here were Spaniards, and although they couldn't understand what Lu Yuan was singing, they could hear the emotion in Lu Yuan's singing.
It's very emotional and full of visuals.
James no longer wondered whether this was a tune or a song, and he no longer wondered why Lu Yuan, a man who could barely speak English, could sing an English song, and it sounded very standard.
He was just immersed in the song and enjoying it.
“she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
She has many beautiful young men.
that she calls friends
She calls them friends..."
When Lu Yuan's voice began to get thicker, James heard a strange smell.
He thought of the scene in his script, the scene of the young lady meeting the priest. It seemed like a simple sentence, but at a deeper level it revealed a depraved reality...
Anyone can be her friend.
Anyone can enter that house.
It's ironic, but very realistic.
James can completely guarantee that not many people have read his script, and even if these people read it, they will keep it secret!
So Lu Yuan definitely watched it for the first time today.
Today I saw this song for the first time and it was able to create such a complete and even completely fitting song...
What does this mean?
James shook his head and became disbelieving. This disbelief was stronger than Lu Yuan's sudden ability to sing English songs.
At this moment, when he looked at Lu Yuan, he somehow felt that Lu Yuan, a Chinese, was filled with a sense of mystery.
This sense of mystery made James' back feel cold.
"I have seen many geniuses in my life, but no one can compare to him. I can even predict that no one will be able to surpass him in the next hundred years..."
He thought of Brando's evaluation of Lu Yuan.
At first he thought that Brando was old and would inevitably tell nonsense...
But now, he suddenly discovered that everything Brando said was right, and even the evaluation of every word was correct.
James shook his head.
As for Wang Jinxue, she remained silent.
…………………………
More and more people gathered around the coffee shop.
But it's not noisy and it's calm.
Everyone stood on the aisle watching this Chinese man singing affectionately...
“u can checkout any time u like.
You can check out anytime you want.
but u can never leave!
But you can never leave..."
Lu Yuan closed his eyes again after singing the last lyrics.
But the sound of the guitar did not stop, it was still playing.
The melody is still beautiful and fast.
Everyone was waiting for Lu Yuan to sing again, but Lu Yuan never spoke.
Bounce, bounce.
After playing the guitar for about two minutes, Lu Yuan opened his eyes.
Eyes open, notes fall...
Everyone looked at Lu Yuan.
They couldn't believe that the song ended, which made them a little uncomfortable...
Then, waves of applause suddenly rang out.
The applause startled Lu Yuan, and then Lu Yuan saw that he was surrounded by people before he knew it...
"One more song!"
"Let's play one!"
"Do it again!"
"God, can you sing it again?"
The originally peaceful cafe suddenly erupted into bursts of screams!
"Mr. Lu Yuan, I want this song, we want it, you set a price! I love you, Mr. Lu Yuan!" James stood up excitedly and ran to Lu Yuan to hold Lu Yuan's hand.
His eyes were as intense as seeing prey, and he even licked his bearded lips, his face slightly flushed...
He held Lu Yuan's hand tightly, even as if he was about to hug Lu Yuan into his arms.
Lu Yuan's face turned pale with fright, his anus tightened inexplicably, and he subconsciously hid far away.
"Well, Director James..."
"What?"
"Perhaps your American culture is very open. I respect your culture and I am not discriminating in any way, but I am quite normal. I am not gay...I like beautiful girls..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
"I'm not gay either... No, no, no, I'm really not gay. I'm normal. I'm just too excited. I..." When Wang Jinxue translated Lu Yuan's words to James very speechlessly, James became anxious.