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Published at 3rd of November 2021 09:42:21 AM


Chapter 1336: 1336

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Johnson Clark looked up and down at the youthful Renly Hall.

He doesn't like Renly.

Strictly speaking, it's not that I don't like Lanli, but that I don't catch a cold.

He always believes that "Renley Hall" is nothing more than a deified image created by the news media and social networks, just like Tom Cruise, Taylor Swift, Harrison Ford, Beyoncé, etc. Wait, people can't wait to put labels under their names, and more and more people admire and love them, but in the final analysis, no one can really understand the true face behind their masks.

Maybe Tom Cruise is a stubborn guy, maybe Taylor Swift is a moldy nerd, maybe Harrison Ford is an old collector, maybe Beyoncé is a narcissistic princess...

Johansson has no opinion on this, because this is the necessity of the commodity society. He is simply not interested and not curious. In comparison, he still prefers "real", those that exist in real life. People and things are more important.

Looking at Lan Li's story, any reasonable person would think "that's nonsense." Everyone is worshipping, everyone is bowing their heads and surrendering, everyone is full of praise, it's like a perfect fairy tale.

Especially in the recent period of overwhelming praise, what EGOT, what actor slam, everything is really outrageous, that guy is only twenty-four years old, okay? Strictly speaking, he is not yet twenty-four years old! I couldn't believe it, as if there was only this actor left in the whole world, I was fully hung up, wishing to kneel and lick it to be satisfied.

But the problem is that even in fairy tales, Hindrella is not a good girl that everyone praises. So, why can there be a "perfect" in real life? It's really the big picture of the deserted world.

Johnson does not think Renly is an exception.

Even George Slander and "Don Quixote" who have been sought after by countless people are the same. Those are just another beautiful fairy tale. George Slander was originally a commercial music producer. The real folk songs have long been annihilated in the occasion of the times, just like "rock and roll is dead".

In other words, all of Lanly's, in Johnson's view, is just another product created by the Hollywood film industry.

To be more precise, Johnson doesn't like or hate, but...don't care. Or maybe, dismissively.

This time, the reason why I was willing to take up this teaching job was the persuasion of my friends.

"Anyway, you've been teaching drumming courses, and there are a lot of annoying students. No matter how terrible it is, it will not be worse than the last time the neurotic bear kid who smashed the drum. It’s another ordinary student. You haven’t raised or lowered the fees, everything is normal, right?”

Johnson could not refute.

So he appeared here.

However, before they met, Lan Li was already late, and he needed to go out to find him in person. Such a student is not an unprecedented one, and it is definitely an alternative. As Johnson said, "Everything on the media is deceptive." He is not surprised at all, and the current Lan Li just proves all his thoughts and speculations.

After the actual meeting, Johnson felt a little strange.

Just a face-to-face impression has broken the fixed pattern conveyed by all news media. It is hard to imagine that the man who is making history step by step is just a free and easy street boy; but from another perspective, This also directly proves Johnson's idea.

Thoughts were surging in his mind, but above the surface, Johnson still maintained a polite smile, which was the basic etiquette.

Perceiving Lan Li’s puzzled gaze, Johnson explained unhurriedly, "I think you shouldn’t have a mobile phone. When I called, a man with a calm and cold voice answered the phone. He told me, you I should have lost my way, but the range will not be too far. You can find a figure by walking around two blocks. So, I made a special trip to try my luck."

Lan Li laughed blankly, "Sorry, I'm late."

There was no sophistry and no resistance, Lan Li readily admitted his mistake.

This slightly surprised Johnson—his words were extremely vague, and he did not make any accusations in any form, but Lanly still faced his mistakes calmly. Perhaps this shows that he is a young man with a tutor, that's all.

Lan Li could faintly perceive Johnson's displeasure. Although Johansson thought he had covered up very well, he was invisible in Lan Li's eyes. However, this cannot be blamed on Johansson. It is a very rude behavior to be late at any time and on any occasion. It was his fault.

In fact, Lan Li went out forty-five minutes earlier, but went around the neighborhood for 30 minutes. He didn't find his destination, so he was finally late. Does this mean that next time he should go out an hour earlier? Or simply bring the human/body/navigator Matthew Dunlop?

"Let's start learning the course now. Learning, we must hurry up." Without other explanations and politeness, Lan Li smiled and cut to the topic, polite and gentle.

This is the second time Johnson was surprised.

I have met a student with a wealth of family background before. After being late, he said high up: the billing is still based on the original time, and the late part is also counted as usual, so there is no need to worry.

Of course, this is what Johnson cares about, but the problem is that he is not so short of ten minutes and twenty minutes. He can make up his time and exchange actual labor for his own compensation. The other party's posture seemed to treat him as a beggar, and it was really upsetting to care about the little timing expenses.

But Lan Li did not. The focus of his speech is on the course of study.

Maybe his tutor is really good.

Johansson nodded, "The classroom is actually on the corner of the street. You are already very close, let's go over." But as soon as the steps started, Johansson had no choice but to say again, "This direction, that is the opposite direction. "Then he saw Lan Li's confused eyes, he nodded in affirmation, "Yes, your understanding is wrong. I'm pretty sure."

The music classroom is indeed on the corner of the street, less than a hundred meters away from where Lanli is. But for Lu Chi, that is a maze of road.

Said to be a music classroom, it is actually an old teaching building on the campus of the New York University Conservatory of Music. It is now more often used as a residence for student clubs, where students themselves will rehearse, perform and perform activities.

In addition, the independent orchestras of Greenwich Village often hold performances here. The small performance venue can only accommodate about 50 to 70 people. The cost is not high and the target audience is concentrated, which is really suitable.

Looking at the rehearsal room in front of him, Lan Li couldn't help showing a small smile.

Mottled walls affected by the damp weather, broken cobwebs hung in the corners, the air exuded a pungent musty smell, and the dim yellow light supported weakly and hard, lacking the support of sunlight, it seemed to be fundamental Powerless to illuminate the entire room, the dim and depressive atmosphere poured down little by little, like a rainy and cloudy sky in March, and there was no way to escape.

Once, Lan Li was rolling on Broadway outside for a long time. In the years when he first arrived in New York and the years after the filming of the "Pacific War", Lan Li frequently entered and exited such buildings and rooms. In the dark basement or dim corner, day after day, he is groping and rolling, silently expecting that his own efforts and struggle will be able to break out of the world.

Lan Li must admit that it was not a wonderful time.

Sometimes, halfway through the rehearsal, a mouse just crawls over the feet of the actor, or a cockroach falls from the ceiling. It is a process from the beginning of the chicken flying dog to the later calmness. This is a process, not only because of habit. , Also because their performance stage may also face the same situation.

But that was an irreplaceable time. Without the tempering and precipitation at that time, naturally there will be no rise and growth afterwards~www.novelhall.com~ even if the two generations are human.

"Sorry, the rehearsal rooms here are like this. Spring has just passed, the Xiacheng district is really too humid and it will not get better until July. Please bear with it." Johnson's tone should be as steady as possible, not slow. The ground made a simple explanation, before the opponent started to stab, the ugly words came first.

Johansson turned his back to Lan Li. Lan Li couldn't see his expression, but his calm tone revealed too much content.

Lan Li could open his mouth and explain, building bridges and closer relationships with each other through recollection of bitterness and sweetness, but he didn't think it necessary. He didn't need to be friends with everyone, and he couldn't be friends with everyone.

"Then let's start the class quickly, and we can leave here earlier." Lan Li joked in an ironic way.

Johansson was slightly stunned, he couldn't tell whether this was a joke at all. However, Lan Li's words interrupted his thoughts immediately, "Which drum set belongs to me?"

"On the right hand side." Johnson came back to his senses and replied subconsciously. Then he condensed his thoughts and formally devoted himself to his role as a teacher. "Have you studied drums before? I mean, any form of drums. , Even if it’s just for fun; what about other instruments? Every instrument is related to rhythm. As long as it is a melody, it hides the rhythm."

Johansson proficiently began to enter the state, "Let’s just sit behind the drum set, follow your way and your understanding, relax, without any burden, play a few rhythms at will, even if it’s random percussions. Or, let us feel the rhythm and rhythm of the drums, and then we will discuss it. What do you think?"

"No problem." Lan Li readily agreed. 8) For more wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading academy




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