The pearl is round and jade, flowing and flowing, full of spirituality.

This is the best comment on Andrew's performance in the first half, almost single-handedly leading the performance of the entire orchestra and bringing out the essence of jazz.

Although the opening performance of "Caraniu" is not difficult, the play meat is still in the high/high tide part of the back, but it is not easy either. Fletcher was able to capture Andrew's talent and talent in an instant, and little by little, it was shining as if it were entering Andrew's comfort zone, which finally angered Fletcher.

Like a thunderous fried lion, Fletcher strode up to the drum kit, turned his back to the audience, leaned forward condescendingly, and squeezed out his voice from between his teeth, "I'm going to your eyeballs out!"

Andrew's response?

"Foot", Andrew hit the sling hard, and the violently shaking sling almost smashed directly into Fletcher's face, which made Fletcher reflexively retreat a little, and the embarrassed dodging appearance suddenly made his fierce momentum disappear, and even began to retreat in front of Andrew.

Andrew was still sitting, but his aura stood up like a giant, and he and Fletcher looked at each other face to face, that cold and quiet composure, even in the face of Fletcher's strong pressure, there was no fluctuation, and the drum beat in his hand continued to output steadily, ignoring Fletcher's gaze.

This made Fletcher choke.

Andrew seemed to have truly reached the heights that Fletcher had hoped for: even if he was distracted by a chair or a sheet music, the drummer was able to play at a high level of quality without being moved, but ...... Now it is exactly what Fletcher does not want to see, and as Andrew grows up and prepares to overturn, that fear and panic are spontaneously rising.

Fletcher's gaze fell sharply and sharply on Andrew, and he slowly retreated step by step, hesitantly entering his commanding work, his expression still a little hesitant.

Andrew, on the other hand, is completely immersed in his own playing, with steady and agile hands constantly striking, slack, well-balanced, and accurate hitting is showing his unrivalled solid fundamentals.

The first difficult segment of the "caravan" was taken first, the trombone solo.

Although it is a trombone solo, the drum kit must be struck with a sling as a rhythmic control, and the trombone is played strongly and intensively, which also requires the sling to be played steadily and powerfully, but not dominating the main force - this puts an unimaginably high demand on the double jump technique, and in practice, Andrew has been unable to improve his double jump technique for a long time, which is not even the most difficult 400 strokes.

But Andrew has entered an excellent state of self-forgetfulness, the lightness of his right hand and the stability of his left hand have reached the perfect height of rigidity and softness, the frequency of power output is beautifully controlled by the control of his wrists and fingers, and the staggering of slings and drums fully shows the melodious and moving double jump technique, and the high-pitched and bright notes of the trombone complement each other, which is really wonderful!

Andrew's eyes were focused on his drum kit, his attention was completely concentrated, and the control of the double jump technique made him grit his teeth, and even frowned slightly, he could still feel the tightness of the muscles in his body, but in the absolute state of forgetfulness, his hand speed and muscles exploded with unprecedented energy.

He knew, he had reached! He had achieved it perfectly!

But this time he did not become selfless in ecstasy, but became more and more solemn, his burning eyes burst out of the energy of the depths of his soul, pouring his talent and talent under the drumsticks without reservation, everything was about the drums, everything was only about the drums, he forgot about Fletcher, he forgot about Carnegie Hall, he just immersed himself in his own world, showing his talent to the fullest, and completely integrated with the music.

This is followed by the second difficult segment of the "Caravan", where the drum beat interlaces with other instruments.

Trumpet, saxophone, piano, guitar, trombone and other instruments play a four-beat in unison at the same time, and then a four-beat is completed by the drum kit, and the two four-beats are constantly staggered and crossed but echo each other with the same rhythm, fusing the fluency of the wind instrument with the rhythm of the percussion instrument, and pushing the melody to a climax little by little.

Andrew's eyes became more and more condensed, because he needed to inject more power, improve the sound and power of the drum kit, only in this way could it match the volume of the entire band, and avoid the imbalance of power in the whole blending process, and then destroy that harmonious rhythm.

More power, which means more control, and he needs to mobilize more muscles.

The hands are like flowers and butterflies flying in the grass, the stiffness and soreness of the muscles have been completely forgotten, the whole person is in a state of absolute relaxation and absolute tension, even the most subtle nerve on the fingertips seems to be under the control of the brain, no need to think, no need to hesitate, all the drums are ringing in the depths of the soul.

Andrew didn't even flip through the score, his eyes fixed on the drum kit in front of him, and the sweaty and flushed face did not make any difference, but entered a wonderful realm, and the clear and focused soul was becoming bigger and bigger, more and more magnificent, and resonating with the whole orchestra on its own.

He touched, he finally touched the thin diaphragm, and if he penetrated it little by little, then he could peek into a whole new world of perfection.

It is not only the fusion of the soul and the musical note, but also the transformation of the soul and the musical note, when the essence of the soul begins to evolve into the material of the musical note, piecing together the whole complete personality, all the rhythm and rhythm are all hidden in the veins, gurgling and gurgling.

Fletcher?

He has stepped on Fletcher's shoulders and climbed to a whole new level, he can now control the notes, he can control the rhythm, and Fletcher is just an insignificant and humble existence at his feet, he is forging his own style and era. It was so wonderful that it cried out with joy in the depths of my soul, and every cell in my body began to stretch.

He didn't feel tired, he didn't feel nervous, he didn't feel shackles, he was completely relaxed, and he was free to soar in the sea of musical notes. This is his moment!

The melody and rhythm blended step by step to the peak, and the exciting/emotional performance came to a perfect end.

It's over!

Fletcher clenched his right fist to end the piece to perfection, and even though he still didn't like Andrew, or even hated it, he had to admit that there was nothing flawed in Andrew's playing, and the control of the double jump technique and power output was impeccable.

But......

The drumming still hasn't stopped.

Fletcher turned his head to look at him, his smile pausing at the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Andrew in disbelief, all his expressions frozen, and the other band members also looked at Andrew dumbfounded, a little stunned, and a little panicked.

The same situation happened again, Fletcher had signaled to end the performance, but the drum beat still did not stop, but the previous time and this time were completely different, there was no panic, no embarrassment, no tension, the drum beat like a gurgling stream was still going on, naturally, as if this was the right way to play—

The conductor and the band members are the ones who make the mistake, and now all eyes are on the drum kit, and this is the drummer's shining moment!

The stage lights of the whole audience slowly went out, and they fell into darkness, but in the darkness, the drum beat was still rushing calmly and compactly, and after the visual and tactile senses disappeared, the sensitivity of hearing was further amplified, and the sound of the drum seemed to hit the eardrum, penetrating the protection of the body's body, and falling directly into the depths of the soul.

It's a wonderful feeling that makes people can't help but close their eyes, enjoy the darkness to the fullest, and immerse themselves in the drumbeat. The grace and emotion of the music are amplified to the extreme at this moment.

Then, a soft spotlight slowly lit up again, and the warmth shrouded Andrew's body, the milky yellow halo surrounded the drum kit, and the penetrating drum beat was dense and surging cathartic, as if even the light and sound were painted like an airlike waterfall, flowing endlessly, and every pore on his body was opened.

Enjoy, that's what real enjoyment is.

The eyes of every viewer were firmly on Andrew, even Fletcher.

However, Andrew has entered a state of distraction, not aware of the changes on the scene at all, and just wholeheartedly enters the world of drumming and shows his skills without reservation.

The drumbeat in the transition stage still showed ultra-difficult skills, slowly pushing the tail energy and afterglow of the "caravan" to another high/tide, and the hearts of the audience slowly rose up, stuck in their throats, and even their bodies couldn't help but sit up straight, as if it was visible to the naked eye that everyone's height had "grown" a little, and the burning eyes were becoming more and more surging and more fanatical.

Now it was Fletcher who panicked, and he walked forward quickly, looking shocked and flustered, and asked, "Andrew, what are you doing?"

Andrew didn't look up, just raised his voice, "Wait for me to prompt." ”

Now, the initiative has quietly completed the alternation, not Andrew waiting for Fletcher's prompt, but Fletcher waiting for Andrew's prompt. Murder / Father, is being staged.