In Liu Jingxin's report, all the lights on the stage immediately dimmed, and then five spotlights hit Liu Jingxin and the five people from top to bottom like the loving eyes of gods.

The scene was quiet, so quiet that you could hear your breath and your heartbeat as you could hear it.

Liu Jingxin turned his head and nodded at the bag, signaling that he could start.

Bao Yi uses a double-layer keyboard today, and the two keyboards use different sound effects, one is the timbre used in the original song, and the other is the string timbre.

"Dangdang, dang!"

The transposed version of the "Symphony of Destiny" sounded, pouring out unwilling emotions like crying.

Bao Yi's ten fingers beat on the black and white keys, the speed became faster and faster, and the melody began to change, gradually approaching the melody of "The Train Goes Beyond the Clouds, and the Dream is in the Nine Skies".

On Friday, all five of them spoke into the microphone and whispered "Ahhhhhhhhhhh

After a short period of Solo, Bao also returned to the first note of the transposed version of the Symphony of Destiny, and the crowd stopped humming.

The tone pack also played two bars in a row, and then the rhythm electric guitar sounded, and the drum kit and bass entered after a delay of a minute, and the whole atmosphere went from oppressive to excited.

The lights above the stage all lit up with a "bang", and golden sparks erupted from the front of the stage, and the whole stage seemed to be burning at this moment, making everyone involuntarily feel that the blood in their bodies was heating up rapidly.

Zhang Xun's lead electric guitar sound sounded at this time, and it entered the stage of the rearranged prelude electric guitar Solo.

Although the melody has no words, although it has no color, no lines, it can paint a scene and express emotions in anyone's mind.

Chang Yisen listened to this electric guitar Solo, and his spirits suddenly perked up, and his eyes lit up.

Ah Tsai followed the rhythm of the drums, his hands and feet uncontrollably beat like playing a drum, and his head involuntarily swayed left and right with the rhythm.

Zhou Lin raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes were a little red, she clearly felt the emotions that this melody wanted to express, she was not moved, she thought that she had never lost her beautiful expectations for the future when she was under great pressure and hardships before her debut, she was deeply touched.

Lin Jie exclaimed, stood up from his seat excitedly, raised his right arm, and led the audience to salute Friday.

The song "The Train Goes Beyond the Clouds, Dreams of Resting in the Nine Skies" is actually very sad, and the emotions expressed in the whole song, from the lyrics to the melody, are pessimistic due to the loss of dreams.

Zijian himself mentioned that when he wrote this song, the band was experiencing great ups and downs and was on the verge of disbanding. All three members of the band have lost hope for the future.

But this version of Friday's adaptation, the "Symphony of Destiny" quoted from the prelude, and the Solo they wrote themselves, did not have the slightest pessimistic mood, as if their hearts were full of unwillingness, as if there was a flame about to rush out of their chests, as if there was a force erupting out, asking them to chase the train that was running towards the distant sky, and to fly to the sky with that unfulfilled dream!

"My remnant dreams are supernatural, and I am busy struggling with sorrow.

Glide down perfectly and glide in a dazzling four-dimensional universe.

My bad songs are flowing through Kyushu, and the wandering soul is flying and roaring.

He kept waving his hand behind fate, and he regarded death as his revenge without reservation......"

At this point, the drums, snare drums, and kick drums were all struck by Da Yang, and the lead guitar and keyboard stopped. Jiang Li played the bass Solo and walked to Liu Jingxin's side.

The bass of the bass is like that of a drunken man puffing out smoke rings in the dark, outpouring his resentment, lonely, helpless, hesitant, and confused.

It's like saying: I'm tired, I'm really tired, so many years of madness, I can't get back a satisfying ration. If I could, please let my soul be buried here, to pay tribute to my lost dreams, and let my humble self sink forever.

In the original song, at this point, it's time to move on to the crying chorus.

But Friday didn't do that, but was picked up by Zhang Xun's lead guitar with a scrappy Solo, like an indomitable soul, roaring in anger: What are you tired of? As long as you are alive, you can't stop. People can not have enough to eat, but they must not lose their fighting spirit. Fuck your dreams! If my dreams fall a hundred times before they fly, then I will fly a hundred times. A hundred times is not enough, then release a thousand times, ten thousand times! As long as I live, I will never fall!

BesSolo picks up again: Have you been hit by reality? Have you been through the tribulations of reality? You don't understand anything, you just open your mouth, you don't know how terrible despair is. You're not me, why are you talking to me like that?

Lead guitar Solo followed: Idiot! I'm fucking you!

The continuous solo switch between bass and guitar is so bold that it is not a dialogue, but a dialogue, and the emotions contained in it are deeply infectious.

Some people cry, they really cry, they don't have a paper towel prepared in advance, and they don't even know it when they burst into tears.

There is really music, which can penetrate people's armor-like chests without lyrics, and pierce into the softest and most fragile depths of people's hearts like knives.

"The black is not the night, it is the long loneliness.

Look at the darkness under your feet and look at the stars shining overhead.

Everything in the world can be looked forward to, but true love is the shortest.

What is lost will never return, and the world will be conserved and now it will be restored.

The enthusiasm of waving the flag and shouting is gradually moving away with time.

The tragic and joyful dramas in the world are broadcast day and night.

Flying abusive men and women, love and hatred, love and hate.

A generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be someone who is young!"

When many people mention rock and roll, they can't avoid mentioning the glorious golden age of rock and roll. The remaining souls, in the face of the impact of the wave of the new era, have been covered in bruises and have been polished off.

The tinkling sound of the construction site is still a beating drum even if the rhythm is out of order, the crackling keyboard sound, close your eyes and feel it, there is also a melody with black and white keys, running under the scorching sun, the sun is not like a string, asking us to pluck it with our own bodies?

Don't say that rock and roll is not dead, and don't say that rock and roll has declined, as long as faith remains, even if you are in a dark corner where the sun can't shine, you can still shine brightly!

Is a generation getting old? Yes, decades can turn a vigorous lad into a greasy uncle.

Is a generation really getting old? No, they don't! As long as there is a metal salute held high, they can still jump on the stage and sing.

It's not that someone is always young, but everyone will always be young!

Please let the train speed up to the clouds, with the dream of never being buried, take off to the sky!

The lights on the stage flickered gorgeously, sparks rose from the metal tubes in front of the stage, and the smoke of dry ice filled the sky, as if it had become a place above the sky.

Friday all sang in unison: "Ah......h

Unyielding, unyielding, and not accepting fate! Unwilling, unintimidating, and not retreating!

At the back of the stage, the assistant director in charge of the stage proudly said to several colleagues next to him: "Look at the stage effect I designed for them, how about it? Even if there is no stage set, I can still make them dazzling." ”

Someone asked, "They don't think they've ever asked for that." ”

The assistant director pushed the metal frame on the bridge of his nose, raised his right hand, raised his index finger and little finger, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Someone replied, "Metal Rite?"

The assistant director smiled and shook his head: "This is faith!"

In the current era of all kinds of chaotic beliefs, it is inevitable that people will laugh at them as long as they are raised, because some beliefs are just children's toys.

True faith can be a spiritual destination, a beacon in the fog, and a soul worthy of it.

So don't laugh at my faith in gold and silver, it's a treasure that you don't deserve to have, even if I'm at the end of my rope, even if I'm poor!

"Dangdang, dang!"

At the end of the final measure, the crushing of cymbals announces the end of Friday's performance.

The audience was boiling, but it was surprisingly quiet.

Liu Jingxin looked into the microphone and said loudly in a firm tone: "Dreams will never rest their souls, and they will surely take off in the nine skies!"

"Friday!" shouted somebody.

Immediately afterward, more and more people held up metal salutes and shouted Friday's name.

“Friday！Friday！Friday……”

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