"Lan Li, you are a wonderful singer. ”

"I really envy you and I envy you because you can squander your talents. ”

"Lan Li, I also want to be a singer. ”

"Can I really do it? Can I really be on the American Idol stage?"

"Lan Li, I have decided, I want to participate in this year's 'American Idol'. ”

"Yes, I'm going to sing the song 'The Beast'. You don't release an album again, I can only ask you to sing it again. ”

"Thank you, thank you for delivering on your promise. The concert was really exciting, and I told you you that you belong on that stage. ”

"Shhhh ”

……

In this moment, he, Ranley Hall, is a singer. Shouldering dreams that do not belong to him but become part of his soul, Stanley Charleson, Neil Tucson, George Srand, Herbert Jones, ...... And Heather Cross, the dream of all of them, struggling to the finish line and finally standing on the Grammy stage.

Joy, euphoria, excitement, shock, disbelief. Countless and countless emotions were rampaging in the chest, too turbulent, too violent, so that the chest began to ache faintly, and the bubbling warm current, caught off guard, hit the bridge of the nose fiercely, and it was sour.

Tearing and pulling, breaking through the dark blockade of the side stage, facing the bright halo of the stage, and then, the whole person was bathed in the light.

The audience applauded thunderously, the audience stood up collectively, and the audience roared with a tsunami. The mighty applause vigorously pushed the atmosphere of tonight's awards ceremony to a high / climax -

They were surprised by Adele's final miss, they were surprised by the birth of Lan Li, but they rejoiced in the resurgence of folk songs, and they also rejoiced in the revival of the music industry, which was like a pool of stagnant water.

What's more, they admired the audacity and madness of "Don Quixote", no one, literally, no one in the entire industry would dare to make such an album.

But, Lan Li did it.

As a result, everyone in the entire Staples Stadium gave a standing ovation and sent high respects. No one is exempt.

Turbulent and enthusiastic applause, echoing, echoing, stirring, stirring. At this moment, they are moving the earth, and they are making history.

Paul McCartney stood in place, holding the gramophone trophy in his hand, waiting for Lan Li with a smile on his face, and finally took the initiative to take half a step forward, handed the trophy to Lan Li who was approaching, patted Lan Li's arm enthusiastically, and said loudly, "Thank you." "Not congratulations, but thank you. The weight of a simple sentence is worth a thousand words.

Lan Li took the trophy with both hands, and after politely thanking him, he stood in front of the microphone again. Tonight for the third time.

It's all incredible, and it's unbelievable. He didn't even expect the first time, let alone the third. Standing in place, my mind was blank, the gramophone trophy in my hand was so heavy, pressed heavily in my palm, heavily on my chest, almost breathless, gently pulling the softness of my heart, a burst of sourness, a burst of bitterness.

Lan Li stood stunned like this, without opening his mouth or moving, trying hard, trying to digest such an unexpected result. The tall shoulders and tall figure looked so small and strong under the light of the sky.

The applause of the audience rang out for the second time, this time, mixed with whistles, shouts, and coaxing, everyone was cheering for Lan Li, and everyone was sending blessings to Lan Li. The noisy and sensational sound made the brilliant lights in front of him stir up violently, and the whole world fell into a white halo, and everything lost its original outline.

Involuntarily, Lan Li's fingertips tightened, this gramophone trophy was so heavy, so hot, so special. In an instant, caught off guard, a faint warmth swelled up in his eyes, Lan Li closed his eyes in a panic, and held the trophy hard, extremely hard, the sharp edges and corners stinged his palm, and only then did he barely control the emotions that were out of control in an instant. So embarrassed.

With his eyes closed and a deep breath, Lan Li spoke into the microphone and spoke.

The noise and noise of the audience gradually precipitated, calmed down, and listened to Lan Li's acceptance speech, the first two testimonials brought by the moving and shock, the memory is still fresh, ......but what about the third time? All the audience were stunned and looked at Lan Li in a daze, what kind of award speech is this?

"So we arose, and pursued our destiny in the darkness, and I saw you scarred late last night, and I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil. ”

It's not an acceptance speech, it's a song. Lan Li's third acceptance speech unexpectedly and unbelievably chose to sing a song in Qingsheng.

No accompaniment, no lights, just a voice. Lan Li stood quietly in place like this, opening her mouth to sing, stripped of all the embellishments of the singing, but restored the most sincere, simple, and vivid emotions of the music, showing it unabashedly in front of everyone.

"The night is boundless, I am helpless, my eyes are full of fire, which has not been extinguished by silence, and beauty is forged, and a crown is cast. ”

The calm and moving singing, with a hint of sadness, a hint of loneliness, and a hint of helplessness, resounded throughout the Staples Stadium, but it easily grasped everyone's mind, little by little, little by little, the sadness and sigh quietly spread in the depths of the soul.

Everyone was stunned, the guests, the audience, and even the live staff of the show.

The brain of the live director has become a mess, what should they do? stop, let go, interrupt, urge, join the accompaniment, change the lights, countless ideas are rampage, but they can't find a clear idea, and in the end, they can only let it go, and then calm down and listen attentively.

Listen to the melody, listen to the lyrics, listen to the singing, listen to the hidden voice.

"So here we are, a lonely place to which I can't go back, and you are the face that made me go to the soup, and this is the name that the children will inherit, and cast the beauty, the crown, the perfection, and the high fly. ”

John Legend, who was standing on the side stage, hung his head in embarrassment, hiding the tears welling up in his eyes. Just the sentence "So we have arrived, a lonely place that can't go back", completely broke all his defenses, and his heart was sad.

Only true dreamers, only true Don Quixote, only true loners who have gone through the wind and frost and overcome obstacles, can understand the deep meaning behind this lyric, and can also understand the soul at the heart of this song.

The Grammy Trophy for an album of the year, people see its glory and glory, but they see its loneliness and loneliness. On this lonely land with no way out, there are too many helpless souls trapped, they persist, they struggle, they struggle, use their own flesh and blood to create beauty and crowns.

Not because they crave fame and fortune, but because it's the only way to prove that they ever existed.

John Legend gritted his teeth and tried to hide himself, but he was helpless and stood in place, riddled with holes and bruises. A piece of music is a world, and now, Lan Li is showing people his world: that barren ruin, but with the first bright rays of sunshine.

"So when you're weak, when you're on your knees......" Lan Li's voice choked slightly, unaccompanied, incomparably obvious and incomparably harsh, but he had to pause, because the surging emotions were almost about to break his last line of defense. Standing in place, Lan Li was so fragile and helpless, the lonely and lonely figure dragged the elder under the bright light.

Taking a deep breath, taking another deep breath, the surging emotions leaked out in a slightly trembling voice, and Lan Li began to sing again.

"So when you're weak, when you're on your knees, I'll do my best for the rest of the day, guarding your vows, alive and true. Every word, every musical note, is so real and so profound, hitting Lan Li's heart fiercely, the weight of the dream gradually became real, unprecedentedly real, like the tip of a knife dancing wildly.

Anne, who was standing in the audience, took Alex's left hand and gradually clenched it. The tears couldn't stop at all, and she cried with a whimper, she knew, she knew the song.

"The Beast", the name of the song.

Heather practiced singing in the hospital every day, over and over again, tirelessly. Heather said it was the song she was about to perform, Heather said it was her favorite song, Heather said it was the first time she really knew about the song of Lancet, and Heather said it was a song that belonged to every dreamer.

At the "One Man Concert," Lan Li said he was waiting, waiting for the moment when someone would take the stage and sing 'The Beast'.

Anne suddenly had a premonition that Heather, who was asleep, would never wake up again. So, she cried, she didn't want to, she didn't want this, she wanted Heather to wake up quickly, and she wanted Heather to tell the story of tonight's party, "Look, Lan Li sang that song, but you missed it." ”

Heather missed.

Annie, unable to cry, threw herself into Alex's arms, crying bitterly, "Alex, will Heather never wake up again?"

Alex, dazed, burst into tears.

"So grass / Your dreams, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate as a beast for you, if you pay enough money, all is countless, and few dreams can be remembered. ”

Pioneer Village, George Strand showed a smile at this time, even if he burst into tears, even if he was in tears, even if he was embarrassed, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed wantonly and brilliantly, he liked this moment, he loved this moment, and he was even willing to sacrifice his life for this moment. The energy that burns life, so bright, so wanton, so crazy.

Turning his head, his eyes were clouded with tears, George saw his companions: Herbert, Stanley, Neil...... There are also countless Don Quixote, gathered together. Similar emotions welled up in everyone's eyes. In this moment, they are all one.

"So here we are, a lonely place where I can't go back, and you are the face that made me go to the soup, and this is the name that the children will inherit, and the charm and crown. ”

The first trophy belongs to the ballad, the second to the dream, and the third to Heather Cross.