"I probably don't know much about classical music. However, if it's just about the pop field, I can help. Jerry paused and bit his thumb again, "Sarah, if I asked you to rock in bel canto......"

"Rock 'n' roll with bel canto?" Sarah was stunned for a moment, she really hadn't thought about using her opera bel canto to interpret rock and roll. Although she performed dance music in Hot-Go-ssip before entering the musical theater scene, and after divorcing Andrea, she performed "Friends-For-Life" with José Carreras, one of the three major singers, in 1992, but using bel canto to interpret rock, Sarah has never done anything like this. On the road of reinventing her personal music style, she has always considered how to combine classical and pop.

"If I ask you to sing rock 'n' roll in bel canto, do you think you're okay with that?" Jerry suddenly looked at Sarah Brightman with a grin, and that look was like seeing a lab mouse, oh~ yes, he had a new idea. "Mr. Peterson is doing the work of sandwich biscuits. My strength is pop, Sarah, would you like to work with me once and lend me your bel canto? Let's take a concept tour of musical bel canto collide with rock? ”

Andre Webb, the king of musicals, sat on the side, holding a teapot, the water in which had overflowed the teacup and flowed into the base, but he was still unaware.

The collaboration between the musical bel canto and rock, he actually thought of it.

But Andre was quickly relieved, yes, this guy was originally the king of mixed styles.

Subverting the classics, subverting rock and roll, isn't that what he has been doing?

As for subverting bel canto?

Andrei felt that he could wait and see.

"Sarah, you can give it a try." Andrei said with a smile. The instigation in his eyes was obvious.

"Andre, do you also think that with bel canto, you can interpret rock and roll?"

"I trust the instincts of a genius boy. Haven't you been looking forward to working with Jerry since The-War-Is-Over? ”

"Really?" Jerry grinned and asked, "I never knew there was such a thing." ”

"You don't know, sometimes she likes you far more than me. You don't know that she never mentions me in front of the media. But mention you. Andre teased Jerry, a punch in return.

It's not a good feeling to be a ghost to live under the aura of the king of musicals, so Sarah basically doesn't mention Andre in front of the media. But this is a fact, Sarah Brightman is still very dissatisfied with Andre's revealing behavior, and she directly reached out and slapped Andre.

The latter reluctantly accepted the slap ravaged by the big-eyed girl.

Looking at Sarah Brightman and Andre Webber even though they are divorced, they can still get along without the slightest rift, and then think about the relationship between himself and Sachiko Kamaike that has not started but seems to have hit the rocks. A hint of loneliness flashed in Jerry's eyes.

Sarah, who was smiling at Andre, turned her head, but still caught the loneliness in Jerry's eyes. "What's wrong, Jerry?"

Just a fleeting moment of loneliness, Jerry smiled. "It's nothing, it's just that I was soured to see the two of you showing affection to me like air."

"Really?" Sarah gave Jerry a suspicious look.

"Really." Jerry regained his senses, "About my proposal." Well, if you want to try a different style of music, if you want to try a different genre. I would be a good test subject. ”

"I thought I was the subject, but if you say so, I might as well give it a try. Regarding Andrea Bocelli's Con-Te-Partiro (I'll Sail with You), Jerry would like to see your adaptation if he has time. Sarah saw Jerry's expression return to normal, and asked uneasily, "Is it really okay?" ”

"Hey~ I'm not a kid anymore." Compared to Sarah Brightman and Andre Webber, Jerry is a child and a minor. "There's a great composer around who doesn't make good use of it, and actually catches my strong man."

Andrei was deaf and dazed, indicating that he had not heard anything.

Sarah smiled and said, "Since you want to borrow my bel canto to cooperate with your experiments, you naturally need to pay something." ”

Jerry continued to drink his tea speechlessly.

Women, no matter how old, have the right to be coquettish.

spent a whole afternoon at Andre Webber's house, in addition to talking about the positioning of Sarah Brightman's future music style, and talking about the crossover music style mentioned by Frank Peterson, the three of them also talked about Andre Webber's latest work "Sunset Boulevard", but Jerry really didn't have much experience in the field of musicals, and his interest was not very great, and the three of them just mentioned it and did it. As for Andre's idea of inviting Jerry again, it was also shelved.

Before leaving, Sarah hugged Jerry and kissed her, "If you have anything on your mind, you can talk to me." ”

Women's minds are always more delicate, even if Jerry flatly denies it, Sarah can still see that although this little guy is forced to smile, there are still some bad things hidden in his heart.

"If it's because of the Proclamation of the Place Royal Victoria and the Seine Tunnel, ignore those guys, God will bless us up there. Sooner or later, these evildoers will be punished. You have to live for yourself, and don't be on Sixth Avenue like you are today. ”

Jerry smiled and nodded.

After a day's drive away by NYPD police, the American teenagers gathered on Sixth Avenue have been dispersed. However, the matter is far from over, because of the intervention of the media, the whole incident was sliced and processed and appeared on the TV screen.

There are those who blame the NYPD police, those who blame American teenagers who gather crowds to riot, and those who blame Jerry who appears in public without any disguise, and different interpretations fill the night in the United States.

The bustling Sixth Avenue is now in shambles.

According to incomplete statistics, more than 500 people were injured in the riots, ranging from slightness to severity to smashed shop windows, to burnt garbage cans, to cars that had been smashed into huge dents, and roads soaked in bright red blood.

Thankfully, no one died during the riots.

John Wren, despite his extremes, strictly forbade NYPD officers from pulling out their guns without permission.

At this moment, there is no one on the streets of Sixth Street. The neon at night, which was as bright as day, was now completely dull due to the damage to the shops on the street. Except for a few telephone poles that were spewing sparks at the brink, with its flickering light, it faintly illuminated Sixth Avenue as if it had been after an air raid.

Wearing an exploding wig and a big black beard, Jerry stood at the intersection of 42nd Street, quietly waiting for Emily to arrive.

"Hey~Nat~ Wait for me to ......" (To be continued......)