Chapter 1657: Inner wall
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When the members of the Glory To Death band arrived at the Rose Bowl, a few blocks away, they could feel the rising problem, as if the air in the line of sight had already begun to bubble, not to mention that the water was not leaking. The traffic is gone, and the traffic police can be seen to maintain traffic order as early as seven streets away, but even so, the two streets near the Rose Bowl are still moving slowly.
You know, this is not downtown Los Angeles. Pasadena, where the Rose Bowl is located, is just a satellite city in the greater Los Angeles area. After the re-planning in 1990, this satellite city developed rapidly, but it still has a population of less than 80,000. It can be said that it is not much bigger than a small town.
But now, Pasadena has a grand occasion that can only appear in New York, even crazier than the World Cup final two years ago. Such a grand occasion is just because there will be a grand concert here tonight.
Fortunately, Glory to Death came to the scene more than four hours early, otherwise I really don’t know if I will be late-late at my concert, which is probably the most absurd in the North American music industry in the past five years. It's a joke.
The car drove slowly into the rose bowl, and the noisy crowd outside the car window was still singing loudly. Every face was filled with incomparable excitement and happiness, making all the sights full of joy. Even the air was dyed a bright red, and the factors of happiness and joy seemed to have become entities, visible to the naked eye.
"It's really an exciting day, isn't it?" Hugo's voice rang from the side. Pedro looked back and said in surprise, "Are you awake?" Hugo didn't sleep well last night. After getting in the car today, I have been asleep in a daze, and now I am obviously awakened by the lively atmosphere of the scene.
Hugo stretched out, "The tour has started, and I will adapt to this life again in the future, for at least six months, so... don't worry, I'll be fine."
Pedro looked at Hugo with a strange gaze. How could they not know about Cameron and Hugo, but when Pedro wanted to ask, Alfonso patted him. Pedro touched his nose and closed his mouth.
Although Pedro and the others did not speak, Hugo knew what they were thinking. Hugo did not intend to respond. He just looked out the window quietly. The turbulent crowd was like the ocean, ups and downs in the sight, and a surging one came out. A wave higher than that, and then suddenly rushed towards the vehicle he was in.
Such a scene was already familiar to Hugo, but he still couldn't control himself and retreated, and soon touched Pedro's shoulder. This made Hugo no way out and he could only get stuck in position. , Watched the crowd suddenly slapped over, as if a two-story high wave hit the rock directly, the windows of the car shivered, and there was a wailing, as if the body would be broken to pieces in the next moment.
The enthusiastic faces were constantly enlarged in Hugo's sight, and they were distorted into the mask of the devil, so Hugo couldn't help but close his eyes.
He has no way to control himself. The fear from deep in his heart almost made him lose all his self-control, and he can only passively be led by the nose by fear. This feeling of losing control is terrible, but this feeling of being surrounded by fear is even worse.
Even if you close your eyes, you can still hear the constant flapping of the car windows, making Hugo's temples start to faintly ache. I didn't sleep well last night, but now I feel very tired. Hugo couldn't help but began to think: Maybe Cameron was right. He was not prepared. He couldn't deal with such a turbulent crowd. He was still worried that the stormy sea would tear him to pieces.
So, what exactly is he and Cameron arguing about? Why would he not listen to Cameron? What was the purpose of the cold war between the two of them? Is it because he is too arrogant and stubborn, or is it because he is too self-closed, or is it like Cameron said-he never really opened his heart...
The countless turbulent thoughts in his head made Hugo only feel his head twitching, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists, clenched tightly, even the muscles of his body began to tighten.
Sitting behind Hugo, Pedro felt something was wrong for the first time, but Pedro was at a loss. He didn't know what to do, so he could only look at his teammates for help. But at this moment, none of them can help Hugo. Neil can only pat the driver on the shoulder and whisper, "Hurry up." If you calm down.
Hugo clenched his teeth tightly, his body was like a tight bow and arrow, which seemed to collapse at any time because of being too tight. Hugo's entire world became quiet, and only the endless noise drowned him little by little. After the deafening shout reached its extreme, it turned into silence.
But at this moment, the powerful flapping sound came surging outside the window, but some fragmentary sounds were mixed in it, like the sound of wind entrained in the waves, vaguely and vaguely.
Hugo couldn't help but frowned, trying to hear the sound of the wind clearly, and the intermittent sound floated into his ears, "Walking the road alone...light...I don't know how to speak...Save..." The fragments of are just fragments of words, it is impossible to distinguish clearly, "Wishing Stone..."
Wishing stone?
Hugo caught that vocabulary in the dark, and then the broken voices were combined little by little, "Because, maybe you will be the one who saves me, and, after all, you are my lost wall."
It's the song "Magic Wall (. This was unexpected by Hugo, and then the voice gradually became clear. The wind in the waves whizzed by, and even overwhelmed the thunderous waves hitting them, which kept echoing in Hugo’s ears. The turbulent crowd outside the car window was singing "The Wall of Lost" in a chorus. The scattered songs seemed a little chaotic, but the lyrics were so clear that they echoed clearly in Hugo's heart.
Hugo couldn't help closing his eyes tightly, trying to open them, but deep in his heart he was preventing such a move. The familiar melody in his ears became more and more obvious, and Hugo's tension slowly eased, suddenly Suddenly, Hugo opened his eyes, the hideous and dense crowd was close at hand, Hugo subconsciously wanted to close his eyes again, but this time he controlled himself.
The melody of the "Magic Wall" in my ears is still not very accurate. The collective chorus makes the song sound a little strange, but there is no doubt that everyone is singing this song together, and the distorted faces seem to be singing the rain. As a familiar lyrics, gradually, the fuzzy faces began to become clear again, allowing Hugo to see the strange faces.
They are not the devil, they are just a group of pure fans. Their fanaticism arises because of themselves, and they are out of control because of themselves. They are doing their best to express their inner emotions in the most direct and simple way. No matter how many of those turbulent people are just here to join in the fun, it is undeniable that they are all listening to the glorious to death music, they are all listening to Hugo's voice, and they are all enjoying the charm of rock and roll. .
They are strangers to Hugo. Maybe it is impossible for Hugo to know them one by one, but they are not terrorists. On the contrary, their existence is also the goal that Hugo has been working hard for: he longs for someone to appreciate his music, he longs to pass on different stories and ideas to the audience through performances, and he also wants to reawaken the long-asleep in the crowd. Rock faith.
Therefore, Hugo does not need to reject them, and there is no need to be afraid of them.
Maybe, maybe Hugo still doesn't like dense crowds, because the out-of-control crowds have brought him too much trouble and almost deprived him of his personal freedom, and every time a crowd is out of control, accidents always happen, which makes people caught off guard. . But at least, Hugo shouldn't be afraid-he needs time to adapt to this.
Opening his eyes, Hugo was listening attentively to the unharmonious chorus. The crazy beating outside the car window was like rainstorm and hail. Although he was still leaning on Pedro, Hugo’s fist was Slowly loosened, and the muscles also slowly relaxed.
Finally, the car left the encirclement and drove into the underground parking lot of the Rose Bowl, which relieved everyone in the car. Hugo is no exception.
However, this time Hugo turned his head and looked behind, the fanatical crowd is still surging, and the melody of the "lost wall" is still burning in the air, "because, maybe you will be the one who saves me. And, after all, you are my fascinating wall." Once upon a time, fans were also one of his fascinating walls. He created "Young Volcano (. for his fans, and he should not forget this.
Hugo really realized at this time why he chose to tour, why he insisted on wanting to stand on stage, and why he was unwilling to compromise because of Cameron's concerns. Because he loves this stage so much, he loves the audience so much, he needs such a tour to awaken the enthusiasm in his heart.
It’s not just because Neil said that he needs a stage like this to communicate with the audience; it’s not just what Henry said, he needs such a stage to give fans a way to vent; it’s not just what Cameron said, he is Forcing himself to face the disaster... just because he needs such a stage to wake up the puzzle wall in his heart.
Everything has two sides. We need to face the negative aspects of things and understand the negative aspects of things. Only in this way can we have the courage to face difficulties. Hugo has always done this, and this time it should be no exception. Maybe now he is still not fully prepared to face the surging crowd, but one day, he will.
With a long sigh, Hugo looked back at his teammates, showing a bright smile, dazzling like Apollo, "Are you ready? Performance time! To death!"
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When the members of the Glory To Death band arrived at the Rose Bowl, a few blocks away, they could feel the rising problem, as if the air in the line of sight had already begun to bubble, not to mention that the water was not leaking. The traffic is gone, and the traffic police can be seen to maintain traffic order as early as seven streets away, but even so, the two streets near the Rose Bowl are still moving slowly.
You know, this is not downtown Los Angeles. Pasadena, where the Rose Bowl is located, is just a satellite city in the greater Los Angeles area. After the re-planning in 1990, this satellite city developed rapidly, but it still has a population of less than 80,000. It can be said that it is not much bigger than a small town.
But now, Pasadena has a grand occasion that can only appear in New York, even crazier than the World Cup final two years ago. Such a grand occasion is just because there will be a grand concert here tonight.
Fortunately, Glory to Death came to the scene more than four hours early, otherwise I really don’t know if I will be late-late at my concert, which is probably the most absurd in the North American music industry in the past five years. It's a joke.
The car drove slowly into the rose bowl, and the noisy crowd outside the car window was still singing loudly. Every face was filled with incomparable excitement and happiness, making all the sights full of joy. Even the air was dyed a bright red, and the factors of happiness and joy seemed to have become entities, visible to the naked eye.
"It's really an exciting day, isn't it?" Hugo's voice rang from the side. Pedro looked back and said in surprise, "Are you awake?" Hugo didn't sleep well last night. After getting in the car today, I have been asleep in a daze, and now I am obviously awakened by the lively atmosphere of the scene.
Hugo stretched out, "The tour has started, and I will adapt to this life again in the future, for at least six months, so... don't worry, I'll be fine."
Pedro looked at Hugo with a strange gaze. How could they not know about Cameron and Hugo, but when Pedro wanted to ask, Alfonso patted him. Pedro touched his nose and closed his mouth.
Although Pedro and the others did not speak, Hugo knew what they were thinking. Hugo did not intend to respond. He just looked out the window quietly. The turbulent crowd was like the ocean, ups and downs in the sight, and a surging one came out. A wave higher than that, and then suddenly rushed towards the vehicle he was in.
Such a scene was already familiar to Hugo, but he still couldn't control himself and retreated, and soon touched Pedro's shoulder. This made Hugo no way out and he could only get stuck in position. , Watched the crowd suddenly slapped over, as if a two-story high wave hit the rock directly, the windows of the car shivered, and there was a wailing, as if the body would be broken to pieces in the next moment.
The enthusiastic faces were constantly enlarged in Hugo's sight, and they were distorted into the mask of the devil, so Hugo couldn't help but close his eyes.
He has no way to control himself. The fear from deep in his heart almost made him lose all his self-control, and he can only passively be led by the nose by fear. This feeling of losing control is terrible, but this feeling of being surrounded by fear is even worse.
Even if you close your eyes, you can still hear the constant flapping of the car windows, making Hugo's temples start to faintly ache. I didn't sleep well last night, but now I feel very tired. Hugo couldn't help but began to think: Maybe Cameron was right. He was not prepared. He couldn't deal with such a turbulent crowd. He was still worried that the stormy sea would tear him to pieces.
So, what exactly is he and Cameron arguing about? Why would he not listen to Cameron? What was the purpose of the cold war between the two of them? Is it because he is too arrogant and stubborn, or is it because he is too self-closed, or is it like Cameron said-he never really opened his heart...
The countless turbulent thoughts in his head made Hugo only feel his head twitching, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists, clenched tightly, even the muscles of his body began to tighten.
Sitting behind Hugo, Pedro felt something was wrong for the first time, but Pedro was at a loss. He didn't know what to do, so he could only look at his teammates for help. But at this moment, none of them can help Hugo. Neil can only pat the driver on the shoulder and whisper, "Hurry up." If you calm down.
Hugo clenched his teeth tightly, his body was like a tight bow and arrow, which seemed to collapse at any time because of being too tight. Hugo's entire world became quiet, and only the endless noise drowned him little by little. After the deafening shout reached its extreme, it turned into silence.
But at this moment, the powerful flapping sound came surging outside the window, but some fragmentary sounds were mixed in it, like the sound of wind entrained in the waves, vaguely and vaguely.
Hugo couldn't help but frowned, trying to hear the sound of the wind clearly, and the intermittent sound floated into his ears, "Walking the road alone...light...I don't know how to speak...Save..." The fragments of are just fragments of words, it is impossible to distinguish clearly, "Wishing Stone..."
Wishing stone?
Hugo caught that vocabulary in the dark, and then the broken voices were combined little by little, "Because, maybe you will be the one who saves me, and, after all, you are my lost wall."
It's the song "Magic Wall (. This was unexpected by Hugo, and then the voice gradually became clear. The wind in the waves whizzed by, and even overwhelmed the thunderous waves hitting them, which kept echoing in Hugo’s ears. The turbulent crowd outside the car window was singing "The Wall of Lost" in a chorus. The scattered songs seemed a little chaotic, but the lyrics were so clear that they echoed clearly in Hugo's heart.
Hugo couldn't help closing his eyes tightly, trying to open them, but deep in his heart he was preventing such a move. The familiar melody in his ears became more and more obvious, and Hugo's tension slowly eased, suddenly Suddenly, Hugo opened his eyes, the hideous and dense crowd was close at hand, Hugo subconsciously wanted to close his eyes again, but this time he controlled himself.
The melody of the "Magic Wall" in my ears is still not very accurate. The collective chorus makes the song sound a little strange, but there is no doubt that everyone is singing this song together, and the distorted faces seem to be singing the rain. As a familiar lyrics, gradually, the fuzzy faces began to become clear again, allowing Hugo to see the strange faces.
They are not the devil, they are just a group of pure fans. Their fanaticism arises because of themselves, and they are out of control because of themselves. They are doing their best to express their inner emotions in the most direct and simple way. No matter how many of those turbulent people are just here to join in the fun, it is undeniable that they are all listening to the glorious to death music, they are all listening to Hugo's voice, and they are all enjoying the charm of rock and roll. .
They are strangers to Hugo. Maybe it is impossible for Hugo to know them one by one, but they are not terrorists. On the contrary, their existence is also the goal that Hugo has been working hard for: he longs for someone to appreciate his music, he longs to pass on different stories and ideas to the audience through performances, and he also wants to reawaken the long-asleep in the crowd. Rock faith.
Therefore, Hugo does not need to reject them, and there is no need to be afraid of them.
Maybe, maybe Hugo still doesn't like dense crowds, because the out-of-control crowds have brought him too much trouble and almost deprived him of his personal freedom, and every time a crowd is out of control, accidents always happen, which makes people caught off guard. . But at least, Hugo shouldn't be afraid-he needs time to adapt to this.
Opening his eyes, Hugo was listening attentively to the unharmonious chorus. The crazy beating outside the car window was like rainstorm and hail. Although he was still leaning on Pedro, Hugo’s fist was Slowly loosened, and the muscles also slowly relaxed.
Finally, the car left the encirclement and drove into the underground parking lot of the Rose Bowl, which relieved everyone in the car. Hugo is no exception.
However, this time Hugo turned his head and looked behind, the fanatical crowd is still surging, and the melody of the "lost wall" is still burning in the air, "because, maybe you will be the one who saves me. And, after all, you are my fascinating wall." Once upon a time, fans were also one of his fascinating walls. He created "Young Volcano (. for his fans, and he should not forget this.
Hugo really realized at this time why he chose to tour, why he insisted on wanting to stand on stage, and why he was unwilling to compromise because of Cameron's concerns. Because he loves this stage so much, he loves the audience so much, he needs such a tour to awaken the enthusiasm in his heart.
It’s not just because Neil said that he needs a stage like this to communicate with the audience; it’s not just what Henry said, he needs such a stage to give fans a way to vent; it’s not just what Cameron said, he is Forcing himself to face the disaster... just because he needs such a stage to wake up the puzzle wall in his heart.
Everything has two sides. We need to face the negative aspects of things and understand the negative aspects of things. Only in this way can we have the courage to face difficulties. Hugo has always done this, and this time it should be no exception. Maybe now he is still not fully prepared to face the surging crowd, but one day, he will.
With a long sigh, Hugo looked back at his teammates, showing a bright smile, dazzling like Apollo, "Are you ready? Performance time! To death!"
When the members of the Glory To Death band arrived at the Rose Bowl, a few blocks away, they could feel the rising problem, as if the air in the line of sight had already begun to bubble, not to mention that the water was not leaking. The traffic is gone, and the traffic police can be seen to maintain traffic order as early as seven streets away, but even so, the two streets near the Rose Bowl are still moving slowly.You know, this is not downtown Los Angeles. Pasadena, where the Rose Bowl is located, is just a satellite city in the greater Los Angeles area. After the re-planning in 1990, this satellite city developed rapidly, but it still has a population of less than 80,000. It can be said that it is not much bigger than a small town.But now, Pasadena has a grand occasion that can only appear in New York, even crazier than the World Cup final two years ago. Such a grand occasion is just because there will be a grand concert here tonight.Fortunately, Glory to Death came to the scene more than four hours early, otherwise I really don't know if I will be late-late at my concert, which is probably the most absurd in the North American music industry in the past five years. It's a joke.The car drove slowly into the rose bowl, and the noisy crowd outside the car window was still singing loudly. Every face was filled with incomparable excitement and happiness, making all the sights full of joy. Even the air was dyed a bright red, and the factors of happiness and joy seemed to have become entities, visible to the naked eye."It's really an exciting day, isn't it?" Hugo's voice rang from the side. Pedro looked back and said in surprise, "Are you awake?" Hugo didn't sleep well last night. After getting in the car today, I have been asleep in a daze, and now I am obviously awakened by the lively atmosphere of the scene.Hugo stretched out, "The tour has started, and I will adapt to this life again in the future, for at least six months, so... don't worry, I'll be fine."Pedro looked at Hugo with a strange gaze. How could they not know about Cameron and Hugo, but when Pedro wanted to ask, Alfonso patted him. Pedro touched his nose and closed his mouth.Although Pedro and the others did not speak, Hugo knew what they were thinking. Hugo did not intend to respond. He just looked out the window quietly. The turbulent crowd was like the ocean, ups and downs in the sight, and a surging one came out. A wave higher than that, and then suddenly rushed towards the vehicle he was in.Such a scene was already familiar to Hugo, but he still couldn't control himself and retreated, and soon touched Pedro's shoulder. This made Hugo no way out and he could only get stuck in position. , Watched the crowd suddenly slapped over, as if a two-story high wave hit the rock directly, the windows of the car shivered, and there was a wailing, as if the body would be broken to pieces in the next moment.The enthusiastic faces were constantly enlarged in Hugo's sight, and they were distorted into the mask of the devil, so Hugo couldn't help but close his eyes.He has no way to control himself. The fear from deep in his heart almost made him lose all his self-control, and he can only passively be led by the nose by fear. This feeling of losing control is terrible, but this feeling of being surrounded by fear is even worse.Even if you close your eyes, you can still hear the constant flapping of the car windows, making Hugo's temples start to faintly ache. I didn't sleep well last night, but now I feel very tired. Hugo couldn't help but began to think: Maybe Cameron was right. He was not prepared. He couldn't deal with such a turbulent crowd. He was still worried that the stormy sea would tear him to pieces.So, what exactly is he and Cameron arguing about? Why would he not listen to Cameron? What was the purpose of the cold war between the two of them? Is it because he is too arrogant and stubborn, or is it because he is too self-closed, or is it like Cameron said-he never really opened his heart...The countless turbulent thoughts in his head made Hugo only feel his head twitching, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists, clenched tightly, even the muscles of his body began to tighten.Sitting behind Hugo, Pedro felt something was wrong for the first time, but Pedro was at a loss. He didn't know what to do, so he could only look at his teammates for help. But at this moment, none of them can help Hugo. Neil can only pat the driver on the shoulder and whisper, "Hurry up." If you calm down.Hugo clenched his teeth tightly, his body was like a tight bow and arrow, which seemed to collapse at any time because of being too tight. Hugo's entire world became quiet, and only the endless noise drowned him little by little. After the deafening shout reached its extreme, it turned into silence.But at this moment, the powerful flapping sound came surging outside the window, but some fragmentary sounds were mixed in it, like the sound of wind entrained in the waves, vaguely and vaguely.Hugo couldn't help but frowned, trying to hear the sound of the wind clearly, and the intermittent sound floated into his ears, "Walking the road alone...light...I don't know how to speak...Save..." The fragments of are just fragments of words, it is impossible to distinguish clearly, "Wishing Stone..."Wishing stone?Hugo caught that vocabulary in the dark, and then the broken voices were combined little by little, "Because, maybe you will be the one who saves me, and, after all, you are my lost wall."It's the song "Magic Wall . This was unexpected by Hugo, and then the voice gradually became clear. The wind in the waves whizzed by, and even overwhelmed the thunderous waves hitting them, which kept echoing in Hugo's ears. The turbulent crowd outside the car window was singing "The Wall of Lost" in a chorus. The scattered songs seemed a little chaotic, but the lyrics were so clear that they echoed clearly in Hugo's heart.Hugo couldn't help closing his eyes tightly, trying to open them, but deep in his heart he was preventing such a move. The familiar melody in his ears became more and more obvious, and Hugo's tension slowly eased, suddenly Suddenly, Hugo opened his eyes, the hideous and dense crowd was close at hand, Hugo subconsciously wanted to close his eyes again, but this time he controlled himself.The melody of the "Magic Wall" in my ears is still not very accurate. The collective chorus makes the song sound a little strange, but there is no doubt that everyone is singing this song together, and the distorted faces seem to be singing the rain. As a familiar lyrics, gradually, the fuzzy faces began to become clear again, allowing Hugo to see the strange faces.They are not the devil, they are just a group of pure fans. Their fanaticism arises because of themselves, and they are out of control because of themselves. They are doing their best to express their inner emotions in the most direct and simple way. No matter how many of those turbulent people are just here to join in the fun, it is undeniable that they are all listening to the glorious to death music, they are all listening to Hugo's voice, and they are all enjoying the charm of rock and roll. .They are strangers to Hugo. Maybe it is impossible for Hugo to know them one by one, but they are not terrorists. On the contrary, their existence is also the goal that Hugo has been working hard for: he longs for someone to appreciate his music, he longs to pass on different stories and ideas to the audience through performances, and he also wants to reawaken the long-asleep in the crowd. Rock faith.Therefore, Hugo does not need to reject them, and there is no need to be afraid of them.Maybe, maybe Hugo still doesn't like dense crowds, because the out-of-control crowds have brought him too much trouble and almost deprived him of his personal freedom, and every time a crowd is out of control, accidents always happen, which makes people caught off guard. . But at least, Hugo shouldn't be afraid-he needs time to adapt to this.Opening his eyes, Hugo was listening attentively to the unharmonious chorus. The crazy beating outside the car window was like rainstorm and hail. Although he was still leaning on Pedro, Hugo's fist was Slowly loosened, and the muscles also slowly relaxed.Finally, the car left the encirclement and drove into the underground parking lot of the Rose Bowl, which relieved everyone in the car. Hugo is no exception.However, this time Hugo turned his head and looked behind, the fanatical crowd is still surging, and the melody of the "lost wall" is still burning in the air, "because, maybe you will be the one who saves me. And, after all, you are my fascinating wall." Once upon a time, fans were also one of his fascinating walls. He created "Young Volcano . for his fans, and he should not forget this.Hugo really realized at this time why he chose to tour, why he insisted on wanting to stand on stage, and why he was unwilling to compromise because of Cameron's concerns. Because he loves this stage so much, he loves the audience so much, he needs such a tour to awaken the enthusiasm in his heart.It's not just because Neil said that he needs a stage like this to communicate with the audience; it's not just what Henry said, he needs such a stage to give fans a way to vent; it's not just what Cameron said, he is Forcing himself to face the disaster... just because he needs such a stage to wake up the puzzle wall in his heart.Everything has two sides. We need to face the negative aspects of things and understand the negative aspects of things. Only in this way can we have the courage to face difficulties. Hugo has always done this, and this time it should be no exception. Maybe now he is still not fully prepared to face the surging crowd, but one day, he will.With a long sigh, Hugo looked back at his teammates, showing a bright smile, dazzling like Apollo, "Are you ready? Performance time! To death!"
