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The full and surging drum beats were surging in the ears, raging wildly in the entire practice room like a hurricane. At the beginning, the output was even and steady, but gradually, the rhythm lost control, even a layman can do it. It was clearly felt that all the power and rhythm had become a tangled mess, the change of priorities completely blurring the boundaries.
It could be seen to the naked eye that the right hand was savagely and brutally hitting the hanging, and the whole hanging began to rattle, swaying violently up and down, left and right, as if the entire drum kit was already crumbling - a direct collapse at the physical level.
This is obviously not the right way to hit a drum kit.
But Andrew still didn't relax, he beat in ecstasy, and the violent percussion swept in endlessly, but he couldn't catch any confusion in those eyes, but stared straight at the drum set in front of him. His unmoving gaze revealed layers of the obsessed dark aura, and a chilling madness burst out in an instant.
Is this a rule of thumb, or is it just a slap in the face
Andrew's crazy strike is entering a magical and eerie realm. It sounds like the monotonous strike is playing the double-jump technique over and over again, and the speed is soaring little by little, as if he is driving. A speeding sports car, the brakes have failed, the entire speed has lost control, but the driver can only hold the steering wheel tightly, concentrate all attention, and try his best to control, but the situation is still slowly approaching out of control.
If you are a top professional driver in Formula One, maybe they can control this life and death speed in the palm of your hand; but if you are a rookie driver of a road killer, then this speed may lead to a devastating disaster at any time. .
And what about Andrew
He is like a talented racing driver with talent and inspiration, he can handle such a speed, but still a little reluctant, clenching his teeth and forcing his best form, he can briefly control the situation, here it is At that time, the limitations of youth and immaturity took things out of the palm of my hand, so I started to get irritable, nervous, violent, and then the situation slowly deviated from the expected track.
The picture of "gradually getting off the track" is clearly and accurately displayed.
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Everyone present was watching Renly with all their attention. Even a layman who had no research or interest in drum kits could feel the tense precariousness, and his heart contracted involuntarily. He couldn't help but stop breathing in his throat, and just stayed in place.
It is unimaginable that the sense of loss of control that slides into hell step by step is presented in front of us. Every bystander who watched the previous performance can really feel the subtle change at this time: more insolent, More wanton, more restless, even the drumbeat has been stained with that emotion.
No wonder people always say that music can reflect the color of the soul, all arts do. Therefore, sadness and pain can always breed more art that will last forever.
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For people, disaster is torture, but for art, disaster is soil.
Appreciating the beauty of art and watching the creation of art are two completely different things. For each audience, the feelings and moods are also different, but it is undeniable that these two processes are the most important things in life. The good part.
Gaze with bated breath, no one can make an exception.
No, maybe someone is an exception. For example, Melissa Benoist.
Paul Walker folded his hands on his chest and stared at Renly. The crazy performance had lasted for three minutes, but Renly still didn't stop. Vaguely, Paul seemed to see it again. Renly's wound burst open, and the dark red blood slowly seeped out, hiding under the band-aid.
This made Paul involuntarily tighten his fingertips, only to find out later that his fists were completely clenched, his fingertips that were tightened continuously had touched the temperature of his palms, and his flat nails were piercing sharply into his muscles. The pain made the tense nerves shake a little, but it was fleeting.
"Clap clap."
Paul could feel a light tap on his shoulder, not a loud tap, but a light touch, a faint hint of caution, as if he was testing cautiously and cautiously, as if in the crew , the filming is in progress, but the staff has an emergency situation and needs to find other colleagues, so they use this method to remind each other to avoid creating any subtle potential movements as much as possible.
Years and months of crew work kept Paul alert, turned his head reflexively, and then saw a completely unfamiliar figure, only then did he realize that this was not his crew, so why would anyone look for him during filming ? This made him frown slightly, revealing a suspicious look.
"Hey, Paul. I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you." The other party showed a big smile, stretched out his right hand to please Paul, and tried to shake Paul's hand.
Paul was stunned on the spot because he was too surprised and too shocked to know how to react: What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on now? Why does this happen on the set? Why is there a person in front of him introducing himself
If it was an ordinary occasion, with Paul's personality, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he would definitely give a kind reply, and he wouldn't even mind talking to the other party.
but now
Paul stared silently at the other party, hesitated for a moment, still not knowing how to respond, so he maintained a state of jaw-dropping astonishment, turned his head slowly, ignored and did not respond, and then quietly looked at Renly again. , as if nothing had happened just now, once again enjoying Renly's performance.
Melissa was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a reaction from Paul, but after thinking about it seriously, she still didn't give up, and patted Paul on the shoulder lightly again, without waiting for Paul to turn around, then said, "You are Did you make a special trip here to visit the class? It seems that you and Renly are really good friends."
"Shh!"
A low voice sounded immediately in my ear, not Paul, but Ryan Gosling.
Melissa turned her head and saw Ryan's angry look on his face. Even if he didn't say anything, the anger and irritability in his eyes were projected sharply, like a wall, hitting hard. Come over, Melissa suddenly became dizzy.
Melissa's eyes blushed, and she looked at Ryan with great grievance. She didn't seem to understand what she had done wrong. A faint tear appeared, and she bit her lower lip lightly, as if she was trying hard. Calm yourself down instead of crashing on the spot.
In Ryan's eyes, such an attitude is just an inferior performance, and he will not buy it at all; but the problem now is that the filming site is concentrating on work, how should he deal with it? Especially for such a girl, a little stimulation might make things worse, which is definitely not a good thing for Renly at work.
Ryan rounded his eyes, glared at Melissa viciously, gritted his teeth secretly, the stern edges and corners on his face became clearer, he was silent but gave a signal, and gave a firm warning, as if Say: It wouldn't be so easy if you didn't keep your mouth shut.
Then Ryan turned his head and looked at Renly again.
Melissa stood on the spot, squirming her mouth, after all, she didn't say anything. She also looked at the filming crew in the practice room, and looked at Renly with resentment.
"boom!"
Without warning, a loud noise exploded, startling Melissa, she quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth, and looked at Renly in disbelief—
At this moment, he clenched his fists like the Hulk who had completed his transformation, and slammed the drum head of the jazz drum, the first time, the second time, and then the strong and elastic drum head actually looked like Paper-like, easily torn through, that jazz drum has turned into tattered iron.
What just happened
Hit, hit, Andrew's muscles gradually tightened, and the whole person was like a full bowstring, precarious, trembling, seemed to fall into a crisis that would fall apart at any time, and then, rhythm and strength He had already lost control, and the drumbeat had become completely chaotic. The feeling of shackles made him more and more irritable and irritable.
However, the more you struggle and resist, the tighter the sense of restraint will become, and you will almost be out of breath. If you don't break out, you will most likely head towards the end in such a dull way - if you don't break out in silence, you will die in silence. , so he exploded.
Angrily and angrily, he slammed on the scorpion and the jazz drum, and the blood-stained drumsticks swung out like this, and began to "hit" with his bare hands, punching and punching the jazz drum mercilessly. Drum face, bang! boom! The heavy muffled sound was like the thunder behind the thick clouds, rumbling and rolling, but the rainstorm never fell.
In the end, the drum surface was torn like this.
That sense of explosion, that sense of catharsis, that sense of explosion, released all the power hidden in the muscles, even if the drum surface was torn, but he still did not stop, and slammed the jazz drum ruthlessly. Just kicking over, the irritability that was curled up and suppressed in the chest all turned into foul language, "Grass! Grass! Grass! You are a piece of shit/dog/shit! Grass! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
Lei Ting Wanjun's anger swept across in a mighty manner, the air in the entire practice room began to compress, and everyone closed their mouths and kept silent.
Melissa's eyes widened, and her innocent expression appeared again, and she couldn't help but hiccup: hiccup.