Chapter 1541: Guitar whisper
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The crew of "Romeo and Juliet" dragged on until one o'clock in the afternoon before starting work again. In just three hours, everything around seemed to be the same, but everything seemed to be different again.
Hugo did not stay in the crew for much, and left quietly. The noisy crowd around the crew was still tossing, Hugo shuttled among the crowd, and even the excited voice next to him could be heard discussing, "Someone just said that Hugo came here. The crew visits the class, is this true?" "I heard it was the same, but no one really saw him, who knows?"...
But Hugo just brushed past them and left Universal Studios in the opposite direction. Hugo didn't get on a bus or a taxi. Instead, he walked on a path and walked forward aimlessly.
His thoughts are a little confused now, there is no way to concentrate and think well, and even if he thinks, he can't come up with a reason, just like what he said to Leonardo just now: he doesn't know what he is now. Feel. Therefore, he simply walked slowly along the streets of the city.
Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road sometimes strange and familiar, the surrounding people sometimes lively and sometimes deserted, all the thoughts in the brain temporarily disappeared, and the tranquility after the irritability made Hugo calm down, although the tip of the tongue still has inexplicable words. Unknown taste, but after all, calm was restored.
Hugo didn’t know how long he had been walking, nor in which direction he was heading. When he felt his feet were tired, the surrounding environment was so familiar, but he couldn’t tell why he came. He couldn't tell the difference at all in the northwest, and the scenery in every corner of the city looked very similar. He didn't even know whether his familiarity and feelings were reliable. Regarding the topic of location and environment, Hugo is obviously not a professional. Even after backpacking outside for so long, his hopeless sense of direction still has not found a cure.
Hugo didn't think it mattered, anyway, he didn't have a destination. He stood there and turned around and looked around. Hugo still didn't find the reason why he felt familiar with it, so he quickly gave up-about The question of direction Hugo has never been obsessed with it, and he took a step in any direction.
After walking less than two hundred yards, Hugo suddenly found out, "Isn't this our practice room?" No wonder Hugo feels familiar.
Due to the success of Glory to Death, when Hugo moved to Malibu last year, the band members communicated, and the next five people joined together to rent a practice room, left the dilapidated warehouse behind Al Bar, and owned one. Exclusive practice room for them. Later, they also renovated the practice room bit by bit. Now it can be regarded as a recording studio. The equipment inside is very complete, but it is only for the band's own use and not loaned out.
Hugo touched the back of his head helplessly, his sense of direction had indeed been declared dead for a long time. Fortunately, there was no one else beside him at this time. Hugo thought about it, and walked up to the practice room. This is a low-rise building with only four floors. The glorious practice room is on the top floor, and the entire floor belongs to them.
Go upstairs, open the door, and you can see the bright lights inside. Although the sun is still shining outside, all the windows in the house are blocked by thick curtains. No light can penetrate, even the noise The noise is completely blocked from the soundproof glass, and the soft cream-yellow light in the room is enveloped in silence, as if entering another world.
Whether it’s for band practice or recording, most of the practice rooms are isolated from the world. When they work here, they don’t pay attention to the concept of time. Once again, Fujin stayed here. It took a long time to realize that three days had passed when he came out.
There is a huge glass wall in the middle of the practice room, which divides the whole space into two parts. The part near the door is like a small and cozy single apartment, dark gray couch, bright brown boss chair, dark brown There is a small sofa stool, a transparent glass low table, a black box-spring bed, and even a bathroom and a small kitchen.
Near the glass wall, there is a huge sound console, and countless professional recording equipment are placed all the way along the glass wall. However, the space here only occupies about one-third of the entire practice room, and the other side of the glass wall is the most spacious part.
There is a thick soundproof door on the right hand side that can be pushed open, and inside is the place for the band to practice, drums, pianos, guitars, bass, cello, violin, saxophone and other various musical instruments are randomly placed around. There are wires all over the floor connected to the recording equipment on the other side. Although the space is large, it looks a bit crowded due to the large number of objects.
When Hugo came in, he saw a figure lying horizontally on the sofa. He was reading a sheet of music in both hands. He took it down when he heard the sound. It was Neil, "Why are you here? Do you want to visit Universal Studios today?"
Hugo just shrugged, didn't say much, looked around, "Just you?"
Neil sat up and said, "Well, the official recording will start tomorrow. I'm studying the song'Navigation ()'. There are many things to learn about the arrangement." Although there have been many outstanding works of glory to death so far, even There are several tracks that can be regarded as classics, but the song "Navigation" is very special.
Because the original song composed by Hugo is very simple, the chords of the melody can be counted with one hand, and the lyrics are also extremely simple. But Hugo has reduced all the emotions, all the emotions, all the excitement, and presented them in the simplest way. Not only did they not weaken them, but instead produced unimaginable chemical reactions.
This accomplishment amazed Neil, even if he can be regarded as one of the people most familiar with Hugo's abilities.
Hugo twitched, "Many times, telling your own story is the easiest, but telling other people's stories is not so easy. I'm just telling my own story."
Neil stayed where he was, a little dazed, thinking carefully about the meaning of Hugo's words. Hugo looked around, pushed the soundproof door on his right hand side, walked in, picked up his guitar, then sat on the high stool, and started to play the folk songs he heard during the trip.
In fact, the melody of many folk songs is not complicated, and the lyrics are also very plain, but these music from life is graceful and can move people's hearts easily. As the level of entertainment has become more and more developed, people have more and more entertainment methods, and things have become more and more complicated. On the contrary, the purest and purest happiness in memory has disappeared. It's like the memory of looking for fireflies in the fields at night when I was a child is no longer found in the hustle and bustle of the city, the same is true for folk songs.
During the journey, Hugo heard a lot of melodies sung by wandering gypsies and wandering Indians. The clear guitar sound contained a trace of the unrestrained loneliness and loneliness of wandering around the world, that trivial. The vicissitudes of life made the originally quiet practice room even more silent.
Neil sat in front of the sound console and looked at Hugo playing casually through the glass window. The memory in his mind was awakened bit by bit. He seemed to understand the meaning of Hugo's words just now.
"This song was sung by the gypsy who ran into on Lake Michigan, right?" After a song was played, Neil pressed the red button and said into the microphone.
Hugo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded, "A piece of bread for a song, a very good deal, isn't it?" This made Neil couldn't help but laugh. He released his right hand that was pressing the red button. , Looked down at the "Navigation" score in his hand again, pressed the record button, and hummed softly.
Hugo was in the sound-proof recording studio, and naturally he couldn't hear Neil's voice. He still focused on his performance. He originally planned to play another melody, but his brain suddenly paused, and his fingertips couldn't help. Slightly stiff, a blank brain, but recalled a familiar melody—from a melody he created himself. He didn’t know why he thought of this melody, because since he finished his creation more than a year ago, he It was buried deep in my heart, never played again, never even thought of it.
But at this time, the unfamiliar and familiar melody slowly flowed in my mind, like a clear spring water under the moonlight, so beautiful that people could not help but hold their breath. Hugo looked down at the strings under his fingertips, the strings that shone with soft light seemed to ripple in the bottom of his heart.
When the fingers touched the strings again Hugo had already changed his plan, not the folk songs he heard during the journey, but the melody in his mind-"Anonymous (..
Hugo originally thought that he had almost forgotten the melody, but everything was so familiar. The moment the fingertips touched the strings, everything became logical, and the musical notes were singing softly, letting Hugo slowly closed his eyes, as if time had completely stopped at this moment.
"I can always inadvertently see you many qualities that I have never seen before. Fish swim, birds fly, and the road of life is long and wide. I am curious about the reasons; one day, you will understand how important you are to me. I can always inadvertently see you many qualities that I have never seen before.
Whenever I want to tell you how I feel, the heaven whispers, the rain is majestic, the sky is dark, no one can overcome; I want to speak, but I can’t, my soul is stiff, every time I want to tell you how I feel , It will be so. So, listener, if you also love someone, you must stay with them, because once you can’t see that person, you will fall...because I have fallen...fall in love deeply, love ; Fall in love deeply, love.
Fall in love deeply, in love... Fall in love deeply, in love..."
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The crew of "Romeo and Juliet" dragged on until one o'clock in the afternoon before starting work again. In just three hours, everything around seemed to be the same, but everything seemed to be different again.
Hugo did not stay in the crew for much, and left quietly. The noisy crowd around the crew was still tossing, Hugo shuttled among the crowd, and even the excited voice next to him could be heard discussing, "Someone just said that Hugo came here. The crew visits the class, is this true?" "I heard it was the same, but no one really saw him, who knows?"...
But Hugo just brushed past them and left Universal Studios in the opposite direction. Hugo didn't get on a bus or a taxi. Instead, he walked on a path and walked forward aimlessly.
His thoughts are a little confused now, there is no way to concentrate and think well, and even if he thinks, he can't come up with a reason, just like what he said to Leonardo just now: he doesn't know what he is now. Feel. Therefore, he simply walked slowly along the streets of the city.
Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road sometimes strange and familiar, the surrounding people sometimes lively and sometimes deserted, all the thoughts in the brain temporarily disappeared, and the tranquility after the irritability made Hugo calm down, although the tip of the tongue still has inexplicable words. Unknown taste, but after all, calm was restored.
Hugo didn’t know how long he had been walking, nor in which direction he was heading. When he felt his feet were tired, the surrounding environment was so familiar, but he couldn’t tell why he came. He couldn't tell the difference at all in the northwest, and the scenery in every corner of the city looked very similar. He didn't even know whether his familiarity and feelings were reliable. Regarding the topic of location and environment, Hugo is obviously not a professional. Even after backpacking outside for so long, his hopeless sense of direction still has not found a cure.
Hugo didn't think it mattered, anyway, he didn't have a destination. He stood there and turned around and looked around. Hugo still didn't find the reason why he felt familiar with it, so he quickly gave up-about The question of direction Hugo has never been obsessed with it, and he took a step in any direction.
After walking less than two hundred yards, Hugo suddenly found out, "Isn't this our practice room?" No wonder Hugo feels familiar.
Due to the success of Glory to Death, when Hugo moved to Malibu last year, the band members communicated, and the next five people joined together to rent a practice room, left the dilapidated warehouse behind Al Bar, and owned one. Exclusive practice room for them. Later, they also renovated the practice room bit by bit. Now it can be regarded as a recording studio. The equipment inside is very complete, but it is only for the band's own use and not loaned out.
Hugo touched the back of his head helplessly, his sense of direction had indeed been declared dead for a long time. Fortunately, there was no one else beside him at this time. Hugo thought about it, and walked up to the practice room. This is a low-rise building with only four floors. The glorious practice room is on the top floor, and the entire floor belongs to them.
Go upstairs, open the door, and you can see the bright lights inside. Although the sun is still shining outside, all the windows in the house are blocked by thick curtains. No light can penetrate, even the noise The noise is completely blocked from the soundproof glass, and the soft cream-yellow light in the room is enveloped in silence, as if entering another world.
Whether it’s for band practice or recording, most of the practice rooms are isolated from the world. When they work here, they don’t pay attention to the concept of time. Once again, Fujin stayed here. It took a long time to realize that three days had passed when he came out.
There is a huge glass wall in the middle of the practice room, which divides the whole space into two parts. The part near the door is like a small and cozy single apartment, dark gray couch, bright brown boss chair, dark brown There is a small sofa stool, a transparent glass low table, a black box-spring bed, and even a bathroom and a small kitchen.
Near the glass wall, there is a huge sound console, and countless professional recording equipment are placed all the way along the glass wall. However, the space here only occupies about one-third of the entire practice room, and the other side of the glass wall is the most spacious part.
There is a thick soundproof door on the right hand side that can be pushed open, and inside is the place for the band to practice, drums, pianos, guitars, bass, cello, violin, saxophone and other various musical instruments are randomly placed around. There are wires all over the floor connected to the recording equipment on the other side. Although the space is large, it looks a bit crowded due to the large number of objects.
When Hugo came in, he saw a figure lying horizontally on the sofa. He was reading a sheet of music in both hands. He took it down when he heard the sound. It was Neil, "Why are you here? Do you want to visit Universal Studios today?"
Hugo just shrugged, didn't say much, looked around, "Just you?"
Neil sat up and said, "Well, the official recording will start tomorrow. I'm studying the song'Navigation ()'. There are many things to learn about the arrangement." Although there have been many outstanding works of glory to death so far, even There are several tracks that can be regarded as classics, but the song "Navigation" is very special.
Because the original song composed by Hugo is very simple, the chords of the melody can be counted with one hand, and the lyrics are also extremely simple. But Hugo has reduced all the emotions, all the emotions, all the excitement, and presented them in the simplest way. Not only did they not weaken them, but instead produced unimaginable chemical reactions.
This accomplishment amazed Neil, even if he can be regarded as one of the people most familiar with Hugo's abilities.
Hugo twitched, "Many times, telling your own story is the easiest, but telling other people's stories is not so easy. I'm just telling my own story."
Neil stayed where he was, a little dazed, thinking carefully about the meaning of Hugo's words. Hugo looked around, pushed the soundproof door on his right hand side, walked in, picked up his guitar, then sat on the high stool, and started to play the folk songs he heard during the trip.
In fact, the melody of many folk songs is not complicated, and the lyrics are also very plain, but these music from life is graceful and can move people's hearts easily. As the level of entertainment has become more and more developed, people have more and more entertainment methods, and things have become more and more complicated. On the contrary, the purest and purest happiness in memory has disappeared. It's like the memory of looking for fireflies in the fields at night when I was a child is no longer found in the hustle and bustle of the city, the same is true for folk songs.
During the journey, Hugo heard a lot of melodies sung by wandering gypsies and wandering Indians. The clear guitar sound contained a trace of the unrestrained loneliness and loneliness of wandering around the world, that trivial. The vicissitudes of life made the originally quiet practice room even more silent.
Neil sat in front of the sound console and looked at Hugo playing casually through the glass window. The memory in his mind was awakened bit by bit. He seemed to understand the meaning of Hugo's words just now.
"This song was sung by the gypsy who ran into on Lake Michigan, right?" After a song was played, Neil pressed the red button and said into the microphone.
Hugo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded, "A piece of bread for a song, a very good deal, isn't it?" This made Neil couldn't help but laugh. He released his right hand that was pressing the red button. , Looked down at the "Navigation" score in his hand again, pressed the record button, and hummed softly.
Hugo was in the sound-proof recording studio, and naturally he couldn't hear Neil's voice. He still focused on his performance. He originally planned to play another melody, but his brain suddenly paused, and his fingertips couldn't help. Slightly stiff, a blank brain, but recalled a familiar melody—from a melody he created himself. He didn’t know why he thought of this melody, because since he finished his creation more than a year ago, he It was buried deep in my heart, never played again, never even thought of it.
But at this time, the unfamiliar and familiar melody slowly flowed in my mind, like a clear spring water under the moonlight, so beautiful that people could not help but hold their breath. Hugo looked down at the strings under his fingertips, the strings that shone with soft light seemed to ripple in the bottom of his heart.
When the fingers touched the strings again Hugo had already changed his plan, not the folk songs he heard during the journey, but the melody in his mind-"Anonymous (..
Hugo originally thought that he had almost forgotten the melody, but everything was so familiar. The moment the fingertips touched the strings, everything became logical, and the musical notes were singing softly, letting Hugo slowly closed his eyes, as if time had completely stopped at this moment.
"I can always inadvertently see you many qualities that I have never seen before. Fish swim, birds fly, and the road of life is long and wide. I am curious about the reasons; one day, you will understand how important you are to me. I can always inadvertently see you many qualities that I have never seen before.
Whenever I want to tell you how I feel, the heaven whispers, the rain is majestic, the sky is dark, no one can overcome; I want to speak, but I can’t, my soul is stiff, every time I want to tell you how I feel , It will be so. So, listener, if you also love someone, you must stay with them, because once you can’t see that person, you will fall...because I have fallen...fall in love deeply, love ; Fall in love deeply, love.
Fall in love deeply, in love... Fall in love deeply, in love..."
The crew of "Romeo and Juliet" dragged on until one o'clock in the afternoon before starting work again. In just three hours, everything around seemed to be the same, but everything seemed to be different again.Hugo did not stay in the crew for much, and left quietly. The noisy crowd around the crew was still tossing, Hugo shuttled among the crowd, and even the excited voice next to him could be heard discussing, "Someone just said that Hugo came here. The crew visits the class, is this true?" "I heard it was the same, but no one really saw him, who knows?"...But Hugo just brushed past them and left Universal Studios in the opposite direction. Hugo didn't get on a bus or a taxi. Instead, he walked on a path and walked forward aimlessly.His thoughts are a little confused now, there is no way to concentrate and think well, and even if he thinks, he can't come up with a reason, just like what he said to Leonardo just now: he doesn't know what he is now. Feel. Therefore, he simply walked slowly along the streets of the city.Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road sometimes strange and familiar, the surrounding people sometimes lively and sometimes deserted, all the thoughts in the brain temporarily disappeared, and the tranquility after the irritability made Hugo calm down, although the tip of the tongue still has inexplicable words. Unknown taste, but after all, calm was restored.Hugo didn't know how long he had been walking, nor in which direction he was heading. When he felt his feet were tired, the surrounding environment was so familiar, but he couldn't tell why he came. He couldn't tell the difference at all in the northwest, and the scenery in every corner of the city looked very similar. He didn't even know whether his familiarity and feelings were reliable. Regarding the topic of location and environment, Hugo is obviously not a professional. Even after backpacking outside for so long, his hopeless sense of direction still has not found a cure.Hugo didn't think it mattered, anyway, he didn't have a destination. He stood there and turned around and looked around. Hugo still didn't find the reason why he felt familiar with it, so he quickly gave up-about The question of direction Hugo has never been obsessed with it, and he took a step in any direction.After walking less than two hundred yards, Hugo suddenly found out, "Isn't this our practice room?" No wonder Hugo feels familiar.Due to the success of Glory to Death, when Hugo moved to Malibu last year, the band members communicated, and the next five people joined together to rent a practice room, left the dilapidated warehouse behind Al Bar, and owned one. Exclusive practice room for them. Later, they also renovated the practice room bit by bit. Now it can be regarded as a recording studio. The equipment inside is very complete, but it is only for the band's own use and not loaned out.Hugo touched the back of his head helplessly, his sense of direction had indeed been declared dead for a long time. Fortunately, there was no one else beside him at this time. Hugo thought about it, and walked up to the practice room. This is a low-rise building with only four floors. The glorious practice room is on the top floor, and the entire floor belongs to them.Go upstairs, open the door, and you can see the bright lights inside. Although the sun is still shining outside, all the windows in the house are blocked by thick curtains. No light can penetrate, even the noise The noise is completely blocked from the soundproof glass, and the soft cream-yellow light in the room is enveloped in silence, as if entering another world.Whether it's for band practice or recording, most of the practice rooms are isolated from the world. When they work here, they don't pay attention to the concept of time. Once again, Fujin stayed here. It took a long time to realize that three days had passed when he came out.There is a huge glass wall in the middle of the practice room, which divides the whole space into two parts. The part near the door is like a small and cozy single apartment, dark gray couch, bright brown boss chair, dark brown There is a small sofa stool, a transparent glass low table, a black box-spring bed, and even a bathroom and a small kitchen.Near the glass wall, there is a huge sound console, and countless professional recording equipment are placed all the way along the glass wall. However, the space here only occupies about one-third of the entire practice room, and the other side of the glass wall is the most spacious part.There is a thick soundproof door on the right hand side that can be pushed open, and inside is the place for the band to practice, drums, pianos, guitars, bass, cello, violin, saxophone and other various musical instruments are randomly placed around. There are wires all over the floor connected to the recording equipment on the other side. Although the space is large, it looks a bit crowded due to the large number of objects.When Hugo came in, he saw a figure lying horizontally on the sofa. He was reading a sheet of music in both hands. He took it down when he heard the sound. It was Neil, "Why are you here? Do you want to visit Universal Studios today?"Hugo just shrugged, didn't say much, looked around, "Just you?"Neil sat up and said, "Well, the official recording will start tomorrow. I'm studying the song'Navigation '. There are many things to learn about the arrangement." Although there have been many outstanding works of glory to death so far, even There are several tracks that can be regarded as classics, but the song "Navigation" is very special.Because the original song composed by Hugo is very simple, the chords of the melody can be counted with one hand, and the lyrics are also extremely simple. But Hugo has reduced all the emotions, all the emotions, all the excitement, and presented them in the simplest way. Not only did they not weaken them, but instead produced unimaginable chemical reactions.This accomplishment amazed Neil, even if he can be regarded as one of the people most familiar with Hugo's abilities.Hugo twitched, "Many times, telling your own story is the easiest, but telling other people's stories is not so easy. I'm just telling my own story."Neil stayed where he was, a little dazed, thinking carefully about the meaning of Hugo's words. Hugo looked around, pushed the soundproof door on his right hand side, walked in, picked up his guitar, then sat on the high stool, and started to play the folk songs he heard during the trip.In fact, the melody of many folk songs is not complicated, and the lyrics are also very plain, but these music from life is graceful and can move people's hearts easily. As the level of entertainment has become more and more developed, people have more and more entertainment methods, and things have become more and more complicated. On the contrary, the purest and purest happiness in memory has disappeared. It's like the memory of looking for fireflies in the fields at night when I was a child is no longer found in the hustle and bustle of the city, the same is true for folk songs.During the journey, Hugo heard a lot of melodies sung by wandering gypsies and wandering Indians. The clear guitar sound contained a trace of the unrestrained loneliness and loneliness of wandering around the world, that trivial. The vicissitudes of life made the originally quiet practice room even more silent.Neil sat in front of the sound console and looked at Hugo playing casually through the glass window. The memory in his mind was awakened bit by bit. He seemed to understand the meaning of Hugo's words just now."This song was sung by the gypsy who ran into on Lake Michigan, right?" After a song was played, Neil pressed the red button and said into the microphone.Hugo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded, "A piece of bread for a song, a very good deal, isn't it?" This made Neil couldn't help but laugh. He released his right hand that was pressing the red button. , Looked down at the "Navigation" score in his hand again, pressed the record button, and hummed softly.Hugo was in the sound-proof recording studio, and naturally he couldn't hear Neil's voice. He still focused on his performance. He originally planned to play another melody, but his brain suddenly paused, and his fingertips couldn't help. Slightly stiff, a blank brain, but recalled a familiar melodyfrom a melody he created himself. He didn't know why he thought of this melody, because since he finished his creation more than a year ago, he It was buried deep in my heart, never played again, never even thought of it.But at this time, the unfamiliar and familiar melody slowly flowed in my mind, like a clear spring water under the moonlight, so beautiful that people could not help but hold their breath. Hugo looked down at the strings under his fingertips, the strings that shone with soft light seemed to ripple in the bottom of his heart.When the fingers touched the strings again Hugo had already changed his plan, not the folk songs he heard during the journey, but the melody in his mind-"Anonymous ..Hugo originally thought that he had almost forgotten the melody, but everything was so familiar. The moment the fingertips touched the strings, everything became logical, and the musical notes were singing softly, letting Hugo slowly closed his eyes, as if time had completely stopped at this moment."I can always inadvertently see you many qualities that I have never seen before. Fish swim, birds fly, and the road of life is long and wide. I am curious about the reasons; one day, you will understand how important you are to me. I can always inadvertently see you many qualities that I have never seen before.Whenever I want to tell you how I feel, the heaven whispers, the rain is majestic, the sky is dark, no one can overcome; I want to speak, but I can't, my soul is stiff, every time I want to tell you how I feel , It will be so. So, listener, if you also love someone, you must stay with them, because once you can't see that person, you will fall...because I have fallen...fall in love deeply, love ; Fall in love deeply, love.Fall in love deeply, in love... Fall in love deeply, in love..."
