"Well, it's been a long time since I've played, and I really want to give it a try, can I?"

"Yes, as long as you know how to play and don't smash the piano...... Will you? ”

"Of course, I should be able to play the piano."

Fu Tiao smiled, took off the clothes on his body, and then put the cup in his hand on the table next to him, sat down without any politeness, and asked the resident musician who was standing aside and ready to drink some water.

"What kind of music do you normally like to listen to, the same as the one just now?"

"You mean the blues blues I just played? No, this is actually just a casual play, this is mainly for jazz, and Bruce is mainly for me to use when I am resting. ”

The musician drank half a glass of beer and snorted.

"Hah...... Comfortable, after all, you also know that the blues actually have fewer overall changes, and there are some more fixed routines, but jazz is not the same, my level has not reached the level of jazz casually, did you hear the jazz I played before? That's jazz music that I thought about for a long time, what's that? ”

"That?"

Fu Tiao thought for a while, quickly recalled the music that the person in front of him played before he came over, and his fingers automatically moved.

"You mean...... This one? ”

The music sounded, a very free Swing, slightly interesting, but not much fun.

The man's eyes lit up suddenly: "Yes, yes, that's it, this is the work that I thought about for half a month, alas, I was really going crazy when this work was written, I ......"

Suddenly, his words couldn't help but stop, and he turned his head to look at Fu Diao on the side, his face full of doubts.

"Wait...... I don't think I gave you my score, did I? ”

"Of course not, but ......"

Fu Tiao smiled, returned to the beginning of the man's play, and played again.

"Still, once I listen to it, I basically know what you're playing."

It's just that this time, it's still exactly the same main theme, but Fu Tune forcibly pressed many, many strange chords in the music.

A whole bunch of eleven chords, thirteen chords piled on top of the piano, plus weird jazz rhythms, make the music instantly break through the shackles and become more interesting.

It's ten times more interesting than the previous man's playing.

The double bass, saxophone and drum kit, who were all about to start resting, their eyes couldn't help but light up, and then they glanced at each other and nodded slowly.

The bass piano took the lead and stood on the edge of the stage, listening carefully to the performance of the Fu tune, and then adding the bass plucking of the double bass when the Fu tune was transposed.

Airplanes......

The sound of the piano is no longer floating in the air like duckweed, but is caught solidly by the double bass and pressed to the ground.

With the roots of the music in place, Fu Tuo turned his head to look at the dark and strong double bass, raised his eyebrows, and smiled.

"Not bad."

Fu Tune's finger speed gradually increases, and the rhythm is more free.

This freedom is not the freedom of speed, nor the freedom of being free to follow the rules, but the freedom that lies under jazz music.

The music is full of imagination, and his music is endlessly brilliant on the basis of the musician just now.

If the strength of the ordinary resident musician before may be 5, then the little strength that Fu Tiao shows at this moment is 5,000!

Directly crushed into slag!

Aside from the main theme, nothing else is the musician's own.

“what，the，fu*k？”

The musician was stupid, he couldn't help but put down the beer he was still holding, and the whole person squatted on the floor, his hands clasped his skull, and his eyes were full of confusion.

What the hell?

In a word, I worked hard to write a work for half a month and was made out?

It's just a pop-up, the point is that after popping up, you can still adapt this music through your own level, and make it better?

The difficulty skyrockets.

At this moment, he felt like he was going to lose his job.

The first is the speed of Fu Diao's running hands, which is almost the speed of a sharp board, and he plays at least 736 notes in a minute.

Looking at the speed of Fu Tune, it is not the speed of 736 tones at all, he just estimated, and roughly calculated it with a metronome in his heart.

This speed is definitely about 850 tones, and it can even go up to 900?

It's just fast, after all, if he goes all out, it's not impossible to run so fast.

But the problem is that people play not only fast, but also steady, clear and light.

None of the notes occupy the position of the main melody in the music, and all the accompaniment notes are in the service of the main melody.

If he is asked to play a note of this quality, he may only be about 400 in a minute?

Less than half of Fu's tune.

In addition to being fast, he also pressed the chords well, and his musical performance was perfect.

He even felt an afterimage on the piano in front of him.

This also ...... It's outrageous, right?

The musician squatted on the ground a little dejected, unable to get up for a long time, and the people on the side gathered more and more.

Many people originally thought that a Chinese suddenly appeared and was still playing jazz music, so they thought it was strange, so they left with wine.

As a result, now, I just listened to a beginning, which was still similar to the beginning of the white musician before, and directly killed that person for 108,000 miles.

Whoever is still far away at this time is stupid*!

What are you thinking about if you don't get closer at this time?

Therefore, unconsciously, the water around the stage was already surrounded by water, and everyone was looking at Fu Tune on the stage, unable to take their eyes off it.

The saxophone on the side was a little helpless for a while, but now the music is in the middle, he is not very easy to enter, and the drum kit has no idea, so he waits for a gap and inserts a solo directly into it.

Fu Tune did not panic at the addition of other instruments in the music, on the contrary, the instrument in his hand was more perfect at this moment.

He never tries to make others fit him, but he adapts to others.

So, he turned the music and recompiled it to match the main theme of the saxophone.

One, two, three......

More and more people crowded, and everyone gathered around Fu Tune to watch Fu Tune play the piano.

And Fu Tune also became more and more excited, and finally stopped the chord press, and waved his hand violently.

Rumble!

Lingering!

Off the stage, there was an uproar.

"Good!"

“Super！”

"Awesome!"

"One more! One more! ”

“……”

There are no particularly profound words, and everyone is expressing their excitement in the simplest words.

There were even people who took a few bills out of their pockets and threw them into the boxes on the side of the stage.

In a moment, Fu Diao had no idea how much money had been put into the cash box on the side.

The bartender who had spoken to Fu Tune before came over with a glass of whiskey in his hand and placed it on the piano.

"No, this was ordered for you by a customer at the bar."

Fu Tiao followed the bartender's instructions and looked at the bar, it was a foreigner, he didn't know him, the man saw Fu Diao's gaze, raised the wine glass in his hand and toasted from afar.

"Tsk...... It's a pity, get me some coffee or water, it's better than wine, I don't drink. ”

"Haha, do you want me to talk to that customer? Let him change you to an alcohol-free one? ”

"No, forget it, that's good."

Fu Tiao had no choice but to raise the wine glass in his hand as well, and after saluting the man in return, he put it at his feet and waved his hand at the saxophone who was still hesitating on the side.

"Come on, make a melody, and we'll move on."