"Bang bang ”

The full and surging drum beat in the ears was raging like a storm throughout the practice room, and at first it was a neat and steady and even continuous output, but gradually, the rhythm got out of control, and even the layman could clearly feel that all the power and rhythm had become a mess, and the changes in priorities completely blurred the line.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the right hand is striking the sling violently and brutally, and the whole sling clatters begin to clatter, shaking violently up and down, left and right, as if the entire drum kit has been crumbling - the physical plane has collapsed directly.

This is clearly not the right way to hit a drum kit.

But Andrew still did not relax, he struck obligently, and the violent percussion swept endlessly, but there was no confusion in those eyes, but stared directly at the drum kit in front of him, and his motionless gaze exposed the dark aura of enchantment layer by layer, and instantly burst out with a chilling madness.

Is this a rule to follow, or is it a random fight?

Andrew's crazy striking, is entering a magical and weird realm, sounding monotonous hitting is playing the double jump technique over and over again, and the speed is soaring little by little, it is like driving a speeding sports car, the brakes have failed, the whole speed has been out of control, but the driver can only hold the steering wheel, concentrate all his attention, and do his best to control, but the situation is still slowly on the verge of getting out of control.

If you're a top professional driver in Formula 1, they may be able to control this speed in the palm of their hand, but if they're a rookie road killer driver, then this speed can lead to a devastating disaster at any time.

And what about Andrew?

He's like a talented racer with talent and inspiration, he can handle this speed, but it's still a little reluctant, gritting his teeth and forcing his best form, he can control the situation for a short time, and at this moment, the limitations of youth and immaturity let things out of the palm of his hand, so he starts to get irritable, he starts to get nervous, he starts to be violent, and then the situation slowly goes off the track.

The picture of "gradually going off the rails" is clearly and accurately.

……

Everyone present was watching Lan Li intently, even a layman who had no research or interest in the drum kit, at this time he could feel the tension in danger, his heart contracted involuntarily, and even his breath couldn't help but be cut off in his throat, so he froze in place.

It's hard to imagine that the feeling of slipping out of control step by step towards hell is presented in front of your eyes, and every onlooker who watched the last performance can really feel the subtle change at this time: more arrogant, more wanton, more restless, even the drumbeat has been tainted with that emotion.

It's no wonder that people always say that music can refract the colors of the mind, and this is true of all arts. Therefore, sorrow and pain can always give birth to more art that will last for generations.

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, and for each viewer, the feelings and moods are also different, but it is undeniable that both processes are the most beautiful parts of life.

Gazing with bated breath, no one is exempt.

No, maybe someone is the exception. For example, Melissa Bainoyst.

Paul Walker crossed his hands in front of his chest and looked at Lan Li intently, the crazy performance had lasted for three minutes, but Lan Li still did not stop, faintly, Paul seemed to see Lan Li's wound crack again, and the dark red blood slowly seeped out, covering under the band-aid.

This made Paul involuntarily tighten his fingertips, and then found that his fist had been fully clenched, and the fingertips that continued to tighten had touched the temperature of his palm, and the smoothed nails were piercing sharply into the muscles, and the faint pain made the tense nerves shake slightly, but it was fleeting.

"Smack. ”

Paul could feel a gentle tap on his shoulder, not the loud tap, but the light touch, faintly revealing a cautious and cautious temptation, as if in the crew, filming was going on, but the crew had an emergency to find other colleagues, so he reminded each other in this way, as much as possible to avoid creating any subtle potential movement.

After years of crew work, Paul kept his vigilance, reflexively turned his head, and then saw a completely unfamiliar figure, and only then did he realize that this was not his crew, so why would anyone look for him during the filming? This made him frown slightly, revealing a puzzled look.

"Hey, Paul. I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you. The other man smiled brightly and flatteringly extended his right hand to try to shake Paul's hand.

Paul froze on the spot, too surprised and shocked to know what to do: what the hell is going on? What's going on now? Why is this happening on the set? Why is there a person in front of him to introduce himself?

If it was a normal occasion, with Paul's personality, even if he was uncomfortable, he would inevitably reply kindly, and he would not even mind talking to the other person.

But now?

Paul stared at the other party quietly, hesitated for a moment, still not knowing how to respond, so he maintained a state of dumbfounded shock, slowly turned his head, ignored and did not respond, and then quietly looked at Lan Li again, as if nothing had happened just now, and enjoyed Lan Li's performance again.

Melissa was slightly stunned for a moment, not expecting Paul's reaction, but she thought about it seriously, still didn't give up, patted Paul's shoulder lightly again, and without waiting for Paul to turn around, she then said, "Did you come here to visit the class? It seems that you and Lan Li are really very good friends." ”

"Shh

Immediately, there was a low voice in my ears, not Paul, but Ryan Gosling.

Melissa turned her head, and then she saw Ryan's angry expression, even if she didn't say anything, the anger and irritability in her eyes were projected extremely sharply, like a wall, and slammed into it, and Melissa was immediately dizzy.

Melissa couldn't help but have red eyes, and looked at Ryan with great grievance, as if she didn't understand what she had done wrong, and a hazy tear faintly appeared, biting her lower lip gently, as if she was trying to calm herself down, instead of collapsing directly on the spot.

In Ryan's eyes, this attitude is just an inferior performance, and he won't buy it at all, but the question now is that the shooting scene is concentrating on work, how should he deal with it? Especially such a girl, a little stimulation may make things bigger, which is definitely not a good thing for Lan Li who is working.

Ryan's eyes widened, he glared at Melissa viciously, gritted his teeth secretly, the cold edges and corners of his face became more and more distinct, and he was silent but sent a signal, and gave a warning unswervingly, as if to say: If you don't shut up again, then things won't be so simple.

Then, Ryan turned his head and looked at Lan Li again.

Melissa stood in place, her mouth squirming, but she didn't say anything more after all, and she also looked at the crew who were filming in the practice room, looking at Lan Li with a resentful gaze.

"Bang!"

Without warning, a loud bang exploded, startling Melissa, she quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth, and looked at Lan Li with incredulous eyes-

At this time, he clenched his fists like a Hulk who had completed his transformation, and smashed it hard against the drum surface of the jazz drum, the first time, the second time, and then the strong and elastic drum surface was like paper paste, easily pierced, and the jazz drum had become broken copper and iron.

What just happened?

Hitting, hitting, Andrew's muscles gradually tightened, and the whole person was like a full bowstring, precarious, trembling, as if in danger of falling apart at any moment, and then, the rhythm and power were out of control, and the drum beat became completely chaotic, and the shackles of his hands and feet made his emotions more and more irritable and irritable.

However, the more he struggled, the more he resisted, the more he felt bound, almost out of breath, and if he didn't break out again, it was very likely that he would go to the end in such a dull way—not to explode in silence, but to perish in silence, and so, he exploded.

Frustrated and angry, he smashed the slinging and jazz drums, and the blood-stained drumsticks swung out like this, and began to "hit" with his bare hands, punch and punch, and slam the drum surface of the jazz drum, and bang, bang, bang, the dull sound was like thunder behind the thick clouds, rumbling and tumbling, but the torrential rain 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 hidden power in the muscles, even if the drum surface was torn, but he still didn't stop, and kicked the jazz drum directly, and the kind of irritability that was curled up and suppressed in his chest all turned into a foul mouth, "Grass! grass! grass! You're just a lump of/!Grass! I'm going to kill you!"

The thunderous fury swept through the air, and the air in the entire practice room began to compress, and everyone closed their mouths and was silent.

Melissa's eyes widened, and she once again showed an innocent look, and she couldn't help but burp in shock: hiccup.