When he arrived at the door of the apartment, he found that he didn't have the key, and quickly slammed the door with the sound of King Kong gorilla, Chris was already asleep, but he was startled, and in a daze, he thought it was the 3 Klux Klan who was making trouble, and after rolling off the bed, he picked up the baseball bat that was put aside.

When he heard a stack of sounds, "Chris open the door, open the door Chris", he realized that it was his roommate, and immediately scolded and threw the baseball bat into the corner to open the door.

Edward rushed into his room like a gust of wind, tossing and turning, and found a crumpled blank stave, "Damn give me a pen, hurry up and ......"

Chris looked at him a little bewildered, wondering if he should give him another head of holy water as he handed him the pen, which was obviously showing signs of evil at the moment.

Just looking at him holding the pen and brushing a little bit on the stave, the big black man hesitated again, looking at the appearance of this guy, it doesn't seem to be very evil, what if Mozart is on his body?

An hour passed before Edward looked up from his notebook.

"Hey, hurry, set up your keyboard, set up, hurry, hurry."

Chris also joined the band in high school and college, but unlike Edward, as a black man, his choice was of course "funk" music representing black people, even if he attended a church school, he could not erase the black people's musical hobbies and talents, he was the keyboardist of the band.

The electronic keyboard of this era is different from what Edward had seen in his previous life, the keyboard has three layers, and because of his busy studies, Chris's set of guys usually disassembles the collection.

"Are you crazy?"

"No, okay, you take a look at this score first, and I'll install an electronic keyboard for you."

Chris took the notebook and frowned.

"I don't understand what you are? I see, there's folk, there's opera, there's hard rock, what the hell is this? ”

"What kind of are you, why is it so difficult to install, is it made by IKEA in Sweden?" Edward lowered his head and struggled with the pile of keyboard stands, "Okay, you think about it first, and when I finish loading, you can play it." ”

"I'll do it anyway, when you're done, it's almost dawn."

The big black one divides the keyboard by two.

Edward took out the saxophone and put it down again.

"Not in an ensemble?"

"This thing has lyrics, I only have one mouth!"

"But you have two tongues." Chris said coldly.

In European and American folklore traditions, having two tongues is one of the important characteristics of a devil who is good at lying.

This has led to the clam falling into a situation where everyone shouts and beats in Europe and the United States, because the tongue of the toad is bifurcated, and the church totals it, rounding it up, counting two!

And the Jews have always relied on their eloquence to lend usury......

"I'll go to your uncle's!" Edward jumped on both feet, and this time, he was losing.

Chris caressed the keyboard lovingly, showing a rare warm side on his black face.

"Well, the prelude is really hard to play......"

"Indeed, it's a multi-part ensemble, so skip this one. Practice the main song a few more times, and I'll sing it to you with the lyrics. ”

"It's okay to play, but from the time I've been messing around with you until now, you should always tell me why, right? Stumped on this music that attracts you more than Megan? After speaking, he showed a rather playful expression.

"Hehe" Edward rarely did not sneer, "You hurry up and practice, after listening to it, I think with your IQ you should be able to guess the reason, if you can't guess, you can go and play soy sauce with Ferrice, hehe." ”

"I'm not used to Italian food! They don't use soy sauce! Life without soy sauce is boring."

Edward's head fell to the ground, "You Tmd hurry up to the old lady, no, Lao Tzu work!" He yelled out in Chinese.

"Okay," Chris muttered, "Well, the first section is multi-voiced, but I should be fine if I only play one of them." ”

After a few attempts, Chris was able to play the piece quite completely, much to Edward's surprise, "Why is this product so talented in music?" Or is it that everyone in NGER is a musician who has been delayed by cotton fields? ”

Edward cleared his throat and sang in a breathless voice:

“Is this the real life -

It's real life,

Is this just fantasy -

Or is it a dream?

Caught in a landslide -

In a difficult situation

No escape from reality -

There is no escaping reality

Open your eyes

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see -

Look at the sky

I'm just a poor boy， I need no sympathy -

I'm a poor boy, but I don't need any sympathy

Because I'm easy come， easy go，

Because when someone is called, he will come and go

A little high， little low，

Sometimes high, sometimes low

Anyway the wind blows， doesn't really matter to me，

Where the wind blows, and what does it matter to me?

- to me -，

What does it matter?"

To be honest, the singing is pretty bad, slightly better than the pentatonic stage.

But Chris's expression became solemn, although he no longer played music, the innate artistic cells in his body were still effective, and he knew that he should have witnessed the birth of great works.

However, if it is just such a song, it will not make Edward excited and incoherent, there must be something else.

Then, as soon as the sound of the piano turned, the electronic organ began to simulate the timbre of the piano, melodious and ethereal, with infinite grievances and remorse, light and heavy.

“Mama， just killed a man，

Mom, I just killed someone

Put a gun against his head，

A gun was held to his head

Pulled my trigger， now he's dead，

Pulled the trigger, and now he's dead

Mama， life had just begun，

Mom, life has just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away -

But now I've completely ruined it

Mama， woo，

Mom, woo

Didn't mean to make you cry -

No intention to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow -

If I don't come back by this time tomorrow

Carry on， carry on， as if nothing really matters -

Hold on, hold on, as if nothing happened

Too late， my time has come，

It's too late, my deadline has arrived

Sends shivers down my spine，

My back trembled

Body's aching all the time，

Pain all over the body

Goodbye everybody - I've got to go -

Goodbye guys, I have to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth -

I have to leave you to face the truth

Mama， woo -

Mom, woo

I don't want to die，

I don't want to die."

"Boom" Chris slammed into the keys, startling Edward.

"What are you doing?"

"I won't play it later!" Chris said stupidly, "I really don't understand, what is your brain?" Scams, pornography, intrigue! But how can such a tune be written!! ”

He didn't care about Edward's face cramps, and his deep voice with phlegm rose again, "And me! Since childhood, he has been the leader of the church choir! ”

"Oh? Black chrysanthemums shouldn't be a place, right? Everyone knows this, but if the author writes it clearly, it may be harmonious, and the reader understands the spirit, and if he can't understand it, he can communicate privately, anyway, the readers of this broken book should theoretically be men, and there will be no peachy disputes. "Someone's inner vicious spit in revenge for the comments they received.

"At the age of twelve, I played the organ, and later I learned piano and trumpet! If it weren't for wanting to change the fate of black people, I should be Jazz Star on the West Coast right now! But why can't I write it! Chris's face was a little hideous.

"Hey, don't kill me with my old love, and after strangling Lao Tzu, I can take my masterpiece for myself!"

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly shuddered with a wit.

He knew immediately that this was a reminder from the dark - that you can't be too shameless.

A one-of-a-kind masterpiece in the history of rock music, "Bohemian Rhapsody"

Bohemian Rhapsody

From the world's most talented, charismatic and riotous bucktooth-Ferredy Mercury, the work of a lifetime of effort!

In Edward's original world, it was a huge commercial success after its release as a single: it topped the British singles chart for nine consecutive weeks, sold more than 1 million copies in the UK by January 1976, setting the record for the best-selling single in British history at the time, and after Mercury's death in 1991, it topped the list for five consecutive weeks, eventually becoming the third best-selling single of all time in the UK.

The song can be divided into 6 parts: Overture, Folk, Guitar Solo, Pseudo-Opera, Hard Rock and Epilogue.

It is rare for a song to be able to mix several different styles and tones of pop music, and it is also characterized by a large difference in pitch changes.

In short, if you write a history of rock music, "Bohemian Rhapsody" must be an unavoidable part, and at the same time, its strange tonality makes it impossible to embed it in the process system of rock history, "Bohemian Rhapsody" is a unique, self-contained music, free from traditional rock music, but inextricably linked to it.

Such a masterpiece was born in Edward's inexplicable outburst, and even if Chris was a generous and benevolent good friend, it was inevitable that a mood called jealousy would quietly appear in his heart at this moment.

"Lord, forgive you for your humble mistakes, and now I am only sincerely glad for him."

It took a minute for the big black man to calm down his emotions, and after drawing two crosses in a row, he said with a sincere smile: "I want to admit that you are a genius and are favored by God. Your name will become a permanent common memory of mankind along with this song. ”

"Hey, hey, hey," someone laughed obscenely.

“？？？！” Chris is a little unsure, is this guy in front of him happy and stupid and temporarily loses the ability to control his expression, or does his original form reveal his deep personality explosion?

After 3 seconds, he decisively chose the latter answer.

"Hehe, maybe we have a door to our lawsuit?" Someone's smile became more and more indescribable.

So much so that Chris instantly felt chills all over his body: "Damn, can your expression and tone of speech be normal, I almost thought you were going to cut off a pound of flesh from my chest in the next minute!" Wait, you say this has something to do with the lawsuit? ”

"Yes!" Edward had a guessing look on his face.

Chris isn't stupid either, "You, you mean, used this song to whitewash Sheldon?" ”

"Sort of! But not whitewashing, but ...... Confession! And vaguely said that this guy may not be particularly mentally normal. ”

"Repentance!?"

"Yes, you read the full lyrics." Edward silenced the lyrics after speaking, and then threw them at the other party.

Chris read it carefully word for word, and then his eyes stared at Edward and kept looking, and even circled around him, looking suspicious and hesitant.

"Hey, what are you going to do, I warn you, don't try to pour that boiling water on my head again!"

"That's holy water! Besides, you have to go to the church and ask the priest for it, and there is no stock at home! Chris was also a little grumpy "I'm like a phone call to the National Drug Enforcement Administration right now and ask them to pump some blood from you, and honestly, I suspect you've taken drugs." ”

"Ahh Edward was furious: "You can insult my soul and trample on my personality, but you can't question a Chinese's attitude towards drugs, if I hadn't beaten you, I would have thrown white gloves in your face!" But what he said in his heart was "200 years ago, just what you said, Lao Tzu will definitely punish you for picking three more acres of cotton!" ”

Chris has long been accustomed to his irritability, anyway, whether it is a battle of wits and courage, he has enough confidence in himself, "But the second part of the song just now, the part of the folk song is really wonderful." I've been touched myself, how did you get the inspiration?"

At this moment, the big black man seemed very religious, he thought that he was more talented in music than Edward, but the muse had a soft spot for treacherous and cunning people.

"Uh, inspiration...... EMMMMM, this, this, let's study the pseudo-opera part, I think the tune can go up a little bit, if you add a children's chorus, isn't it more holy, and contrast with the devil's name in the lyrics, to strengthen the appeal of the whole song? ”

"Hey, don't hide it from me! I was summoned by you on a phone call from Alabama? The huge fist is also increasing the persuasiveness: "Could it be that you want to hide something from me?" ”

"Uh...... Belch...... Don't, don't, I, I'm, I'm sleeping with Megan, no, no, no, no, I threw her on the bed and lifted the omen that was haunting her, and that's when I suddenly felt like this music was there, um, yes,...... Damn, what I said is true! ”

"Well, I'll trust you for now!" Chris was sullen, and then his expression suddenly became vivid, "You and her really don't have that?" ”

"There really isn't an FXXK!"

"I don't believe it!"

Edward looked a little annoyed, "What's so deceitful about this! Isn't it glorious! And I guess Meghan is going to hate me to death. For a pretty girl, this is simply a personal insult! I'd probably call the police instead. ”