Four hundred blows.

Andrew finally reached a perfect 400 strokes, his whole body was like a volcano ready to attack, the majestic and surging power burst out from the depths of his body, the dense drum beat was like a storm in the entire concert hall, and all his faces showed the brilliance of concentration and dedication.

But that's not the end of it.

After the hand speed reached 400 blows, the surging force continued to erupt, so the storm was followed by a hurricane-like hurricane, the power became bigger and stronger, and the sound of the clay became brighter and clearer, and then, Andrew entered the stage of a full-scale explosion:

Left hand. Right hand. Right foot.

A whole set of drums began to play, every part has been played to the extreme, the drums and clatters swept like a tsunami, intersecting and agitating each other, connected with each other but independent of each other, vigorously and constantly whirling, always maintaining the peak state of four hundred blows, even the rain hitting the beach is not enough to describe the baptism of the soul at this moment.

Baptism.

This is the most appropriate word, the whole person is completely bathed in the impenetrable drumbeat, the eardrum, the heart, the blood vessels and the skin can all clearly feel the strong blow penetrating through, is penetrating into the soul little by little, like a summer storm, mixed with the smell of water, earthy smell and violent storm, the mouth is wide open, the pores of the whole body have been opened, but still unable to breathe.

Fletcher opened his mouth and stood still.

Andrew did it. Not only did he reach 400 strokes, he also mastered 400 strokes, and the pouring drum beat truly brought out the essence of the drum kit to the extreme, and the talent and talent were unreservedly displayed, and the technique was astonishing!

He saw Charlie Parker, and he saw Buddy Ricky. Although it is not mature enough, that vigorous vitality and vigor give the drum more spirituality, and it turns out to be ...... It turns out that this is the so-called perfection, this is the so-called pinnacle, this is the so-called peak!

All the struggles and difficulties in Fletcher's heart gradually calmed down, completely disappeared, and his shoulders drooped slightly, faintly revealing a touch of frustration and decadence. The whole person is a little blank.

Because he knew that such an Andrew had completely broken free from the reins and shackles, and he could no longer control him. On the contrary, he is witnessing the rise of a rising star, he is guiding the beginning of a legend, and he is participating in the creation of a history.

When the king abdicates and gives his throne to his successor, he will become the end and beginning of a period of history.

Fletcher slowly straightened his back again, all the sadness and bitterness were put aside for the time being, joy and madness filled his chest again, perhaps, this was the highlight of his entire career, among the students who came and went, he finally found his own "Charlie Parker".

That's perfection!

In the ecstasy, Fletcher became cautious, lest his every move would disrupt Andrew's drum rhythm, he carefully observed Andrew, and then saw that Andrew's left drumstick exerted a force slightly beyond the range of control, and after continuous intensive percussion, a heavy punch suddenly attached, and the left side of the drumble was simply crooked.

Carried away, so that it was slightly out of control. Now Andrew has entered a whole new realm.

Fletcher bent his knees, letting his body disappear from Andrew's sight, stepped forward lightly, rearranged the hanger, and then stared at Andrew in a daze, not even realizing it, the curvature of his mouth began to rise.

Andrew was still concentrating on hitting, and the soreness and explosion in his muscles seemed to start again, but this time it was not the limit of talent, but the extreme of the drummer, and if he continued to speed up and continue to exert force, his hands might be completely destroyed, and he raised his jaw to meet Fletcher's gaze.

The light brown eyes were shining, not condescending to show off their might, nor were they arrogant and complacent, but reflected the waves of the golden halo of the scene, and the pure and focused look was bursting out with a natural and powerful self-confidence, completely taking over the audience.

It's just that there is still the immaturity and youthfulness of a young man in the depths of his eyes, and the lack of experience is highlighted at this time.

Fletcher didn't speak, he didn't have any expression, just a focused face, raised his right hand, and gently, gently began to press down, signaling Andrew to slow down the rhythm slowly, while retracting his jaw, his eyes showed appreciation and recognition, and those ups and downs and sharpness seemed to have disappeared invisibly.

Andrew's drum beat began to slow down, the strength and speed began to reduce the frequency to a certain extent, the whole person gently exhaled a long breath, but the drum posture still did not relax, the whole person began to maintain a good basic posture, the drum beat slowly and slowly calmed down, like the last ray of the sun, slowly disappeared at the junction of the sea and the sky.

A smile appeared on Fletcher's face, and he nodded slightly, his right hand still pressing down slightly, once again appreciating Andrew's control.

"Knock knock. ”

Andrew's two drumsticks were hitting the jazz drums, and the bright sound of the drums could clearly feel the process of weakening.

"Knock knock. ”

"Knock! knock! knock!"

"Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. ”

"Knock...... Knock ......"

The sound and rhythm slowly dissipated in the air, as if even the drum surface had stopped vibrating, only hot sweat flowed on the surface of the skin, and a touch of steam and swirling from the sauna appeared, the strength finally relaxed, and the muscles finally relaxed, but Andrew and Fletcher still did not lose attention, and between the staggered eyes and eyes, the two of them still maintained a high degree of concentration.

"Knock ......"

When the drum beat was almost gone, like the last halo left on the vast sea, Fletcher's right hand turned a palm, palm up, and then began to retract his fingertips, slowly signaling Andrew to raise the drum beat again, the calm and powerful drum beat like a hot summer jumping into the blue sea and blue sky, cool and transparent, through the clouds and cracked stones-like power solidified into a beam of sound, steadily stirring a halo of light.

Fletcher also raised his left hand, signaling for a little more, a little more, a little faster, a little faster, a little more power, a little more.

In just two eight-beats, Andrew's hands once again pushed the beat to the top and re-entered the world of 400 beats without any hindrance.

In the midst of the raging drums, first the dull sound of the kick drum, then the crisp sound of the clatter, and then the bright sound of the cymbals, the whole blow is like a cloud of water, so that every listener can clearly feel the rhythm of the heart beating violently in their chest.

Involuntarily, everyone straightened their waists, opened their shoulders, stretched their necks, and the rising excitement was like a residual light, but that ray of light was not the remnant sun, but the morning light, which brightened little by little, tearing through the shroud and restraint of the night, tearing the blockade and dullness of the night, and then in an instant...... All the light poured down, and the whole world brightened.

That excitement and excitement, that excitement and restlessness, rushed wildly in the blood.

Andrew's eyes still have that focused and devoted brightness, his facial muscles and shoulder muscles have tensed, but his expression is extraordinarily relaxed and enjoyable, as if he has begun to wander and soar in the drumbeat, and then you can see that the light in the depths of those eyes is getting brighter and brighter, and even the spotlight is beginning to fade.

His jaws and fingertips began to crack again.

Little by little blood and little by little sweat spilled down, beating on the drum and the noodles, like crystal water droplets rolling on the lotus leaves, wonderful, reflecting the different halos of the golden sun, blooming one by one, all falling under Andrew's eyes.

Joy is bubbling and boiling.

He's touched, he's finally really touched, and he's embraced it with open arms, and that's what he's aspiring to, that's what Fletcher is looking for, that's what Charlie Parker and Buddy Ricky have, and now, he's finally reached, that exhilaration, that exuberance, that wantonness and enjoyment, that whole world glows with a whole different color.

That's perfection.

Even if the soul is torn, even if the world collapses, even if the universe is destroyed, he doesn't care anymore, because at this moment, he has perfection.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose little by little, like a black lotus blooming in the golden world, blood and flames were lingering, it seemed to be burning with vitality, but he didn't care, but was completely immersed in it.

Suddenly, the drumbeat stopped.

After reaching the peak, a heavy double tap, all the sound stopped abruptly, Andrew looked at Fletcher, Fletcher looked at Andrew, the eyes of the two people surged quietly in the air, there was no language, no communication, not even movement, but just one look was enough, in the depths of each other's pupils, they both found their own fulfillment.

Yes, consummation.

Even if you die now, you will have no regrets.

The corners of Fletcher's mouth showed a sweet smile like never before, and Andrew's pupils bloomed with an incomparable brilliance, a breath, a pause, a look, and ...... A smile, then the resonance began to roar in his mind, and finally, Fletcher dropped his hands heavily, and the whole band burst into play, along with Andrew's drumbeat of the impending rainstorm.

Thundered. Thundered.