The man on the left side of the main judges' seat had a gloomy expression on his face. He ignored the "flower-touched man" who was hurriedly trying to explain. He waved his hand to signal.
The two investigators in the row behind him, who had been napping, stood up and walked quickly towards the seat where the voice came from.
It's far away from center stage, closer to the edge.
During the walk, the drinkers passing by on both sides showed fearful expressions and moved the seats under their buttocks inside. For a while, in addition to the sound of the investigators walking leather shoes, the hall on the top floor was filled with the clatter of stools and chairs.
A small sound.
But the eyes of the drinkers were still peeking towards the corner of the sound.
The daring crowd slowly began to whisper among themselves.
"This man's words may relieve his anger, but if he offends the authorities, he may be in trouble later."
"Probably not. This person must have drunk too much. The authorities won't care about drunkards, right? Give him a lesson and kick him out. But if this person is also an artist himself."
"Then if you're put on a 'criminal record', you're done! I'm afraid you won't have a chance to get ahead in this life!"
Everyone was talking and talking, but they felt that something was wrong.
The figures of the two investigators gradually disappeared into the table at the dark edge of the bar.
Then
Why can't I see anyone?
No more movement?
"Anyone who knows? It seems that your rank is not low?"
The middle-aged man sitting on the main judges' table slowly stood up from his seat and turned around, narrowing his eyes and looking at the vague figure in the corner at the end of his field of vision.
"First of all, rule out one possibility: a member of a secret organization who jumped out to die when he got tired of living." The middle-aged man sneered, "Otherwise, a secret cultist would dare to jump in such a place, our Bishop Carlestini
We need to first conduct a public security review on behalf of the temple."
After all, this is a public place. He calmed down and adjusted his self-restraint and emotions as a big shot, and at the same time released his due majesty: "So, which official organization are you a member of? Are you responsible for the implementation of the discussion group's decisions?"
Are you dissatisfied with the potential artists' selection system? Are you an artist yourself? So. You should be aware of the consequences of these remarks. I will give you a chance to clarify. I am the leader of the sixth inspection team of the discussion group and the inspector general of the Special Inspection Department.
——”
"No, stop, stop."
A hand poked out from the dim light in the distance.
"I have a lot of business to consider right now, and I'm not interested in your name. Don't take up the running space of my brain."
The entire audience was completely silent, but the highly inspired people had noticed that the big man on the judges' bench was probably on the verge of a volcanic eruption!
But the man was still talking slowly, but some people suddenly felt that the characteristics of this voice seemed to have a sense of familiarity!——
"Well, that guitarist."
"Your creative level is more than enough for a 'Blade Bearer'. Your talent for counterpoint and sensitivity to bass writing are your advantages. Do you understand? Your most important issue at the moment is self-confidence. What kind of art can they understand?"
?Just think of it as farting."
"As for some of your more specific questions, there are. Well, let me think about it. Chord overtones, high repetition intervals, the use of 11th and 13th degrees, and the settings of pantonality. Don't be so timid and always think about 'reasonable'
"Preparation' and 'reasonable solution', it's already 916 in the New Calendar. What are you afraid of? Just use it! Just throw it away after you use it! Well, just like your structure starting from bar 55 -"
In the dark corner, the figure seemed to change his sitting position slightly, and then, the silhouette of a guitar protruded from the side of his body!
"Ding ding dong dong~~" "Ding ding dong dong~~"
A series of extremely modern and psychedelic guitar chords sounded!
The guitar composer standing submissively on the stage was stunned!
The sound coming from under the other person's fingertips.
A magical beam of bright light shined directly into his skull, unraveling all the doubts and knots that had troubled him for several years!
"There are also the use and transformation of rhythm patterns. Well, it doesn't have to be so rigid. You know, be more complex and dynamic. If there are some things that feel wrong, you can move the position of the downbeat, or simply 'dig' a few rests."
, It’s a bit abstract to say this, just look at my hands.”
"Damn it, is your light bulb broken?"
There was a clicking sound, and the music stopped abruptly twice, as if the player had freed his hand twice.
"Boss, go over and adjust the light bulb!"
"Boss boss!?"
Someone hurriedly went around asking for drinks.
But this is innocuous. The piece of music that has been slightly adjusted and rewritten in a few places is now flowing in the bar with a completely different quality. And less than half a minute later, brighter lights finally shine on this dim corner seat.
above——
"Wow!!!"
The onlookers were stunned.
Immediately afterwards, fierce cheers suddenly broke out from all directions!!
Except for the two investigators who seemed drunk and fell asleep on the table.
This is a young man with melancholy blue eyes and a thin beard on his face. At this time, the first two buttons of his white cotton shirt are open, and he is relaxing with the "Illyrian" guitar in his arms.
As he strums the strings freely, his long flowing hair moves automatically without wind!
"It's Scheler!" "The classical guitar master Scheler is back!"
"Shele, the King of Love Songs!" "'Fanghui Poet' is still looking after us!"
It was under the control of Fan Ning that "Shele" had completed its transformation and returned to the southern continent!
The crowd suddenly became commotion, and they stood up and left the table one after another. Some people were clinking glasses and cheering, some were beating their chests, and some were hugging each other.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"Could it be fake?"
There were also some people who were doubtful and rushed over, gathered around Fan Ning, and looked around!
Among them are several "flower-touched people" from the remaining members of the Fanghui Temple.
"In the past two years, several people claiming to be 'Schele' have appeared in various parts of the Southern Continent. There are also similar scenarios where people suddenly appear in the corners of bars."
"Don't be funny! Can you please open your eyes and look at that guitar?? This is Scheele!! This time it is really Scheele!!"
All members of the Special Inspection Department were also in shock.
"The troubadour Scheler appears!? Is he really not dead!?"
After a long time, a mixed look gradually appeared on the face of the leader of the inspection team.
It's a bit embarrassing, but today's farce can end in a very reasonable and justifiable way.
Scheler's status in all aspects is probably higher than mine, and his strength is hard to say. I won't be completely disgraced.
At this Harvest Art Festival, many artists who had not been heard from in the past few years appeared.
Sure enough, we still have to rely on this uniquely attractive platform.
Overall, it's good news! The leader has been tracing the whereabouts of the wreckage of the "Red Pond" and the various secrets that happened in the "Cracking Field". Moreover, there is one more quasi-"Crescent" level artist, and one more person who has reached the top.
backup candidate.
But whether it was the relationship at that time or the relationship now, there are indeed some imperfections that are not pleasant enough.
"Mr. Schecheler." The young girl who finally took the stage to present could not help but speak, because she saw that the guitarist who had just received priceless instruction was now kneeling down in the direction of Scheele.
Go down.
She is a ballerina with a beautiful face and slender figure. She is wearing a rose-colored dress and high heels. She has a traditional southern garland on her head, petals on her thighs, light makeup on her face, and is dancing slightly.
The remaining blush.
"My name is Su Luo. You just said that both of us should be able to reach the level of 'blade wielder', right? You just said, then, is there anything you can do to me?"
Dancer Su Luo had a look of eager anticipation on her face.
Fan Ning cast his gaze over after hearing this, looking her up and down.
Look at it very, very carefully.
This southern girl was not shy at all, she continued to look at him and showed off her body generously.
“Very good, very good.”
Fan Ning recalled the other party's previous dance, and then thought about his own plan for the next operation of "Schele". The more he saw in his eyes, the more satisfied he was, and he couldn't help but praise it.
"Mr. Scheler, you just said that we all..."
The dancer Su Luo called out again.
The superiors of the inspection team just now criticized her style as "barbaric" and "ignorant", which still made her a little uneasy. She really had hope of reaching the "blade wielder".
Threshold?
"Oh, you're not the same as the guitar player."
Fan Ning, who was sitting under the lanterns, came back to his senses while everyone was looking around.
He picked up the cocktail on the table and took a sip.
"Otherwise, they know nothing about the art. How can you say that you are just starting out as a 'forged lion'?"