Chapter 1708: 1708
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Andrew returned to a step-by-step life according to his father’s expectations. Jazz seemed to have disappeared from his life forever. Even the posters in the room had disappeared. He had completely become an ordinary college student. He is one of the many beings in the world capital of New York.
If there are no accidents, Andrew's life will be the same as Nicole, completely restored to peace.
By chance, Andrew passed by a jazz bar and accidentally noticed that the guest performer was Terrence Fletcher. In a ghostly manner, he entered the bar and saw Fletcher playing the piano; but when Andrew was about to leave, his eyes met Fletcher, so he had to choose to stay.
Fletcher was expelled from Shelford College. He said that Sean Casey’s parents should be behind the troubles; at the same time, he expressed regret for the attitudes and ideas of the parents.
"I think people don’t know exactly what I’m doing at Shelford. I’m not in charge. I can also shake my arms to control the rhythm. I’m trying to force them to break through the limit. I believe that is...that is absolutely indispensable. Yes! Otherwise it will only waste the next Louis Armstrong, or the next Charlie Parker."
Fletcher said so, and Andrew's mouth could not help but sketched out a small smile.
"I told you the story of how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?" Although Andrew still remembers, Fletcher tells it again, how Joe Jones humiliated and suppressed Charlie Parker and Charlie- How Parker grew up through practice, Fletcher’s eyes showed amazement and admiration. Without Joe Jones’ curse and encouragement, there would be a lack of a master in the jazz field. “For me, it’s definitely A tragedy."
"But this is what everyone wants now. People are still wondering why jazz is dead. You can see the'jazz' albums in every Starbucks. There are no two more hurtful English than'good'. A word." Fletcher's eyes were full of sadness and grief.
Andrew thoughtfully, "Isn't there a bottom line? You crossed the bottom line, and then you just dismissed the next Charlie Parker?"
"No, of course not. Because the next Charlie Parker will never be dissuaded." Fletcher said categorically.
Andrew seemed to feel something, the light in those eyes gathered again little by little, and the emotions in the depths of his eyes were quietly surging, and there was a radical change from the calm and low-key appearance before entering the bar, as if...sleeping The soul has reawakened in general.
At the end of the night, Fletcher sent out an invitation, "The band I am practicing now is about to perform at the JVC Festival, and the drummer is still awkward. Do you know what I mean? I All I used were music from the music room band, "Caravan" and "Whip". I need a drummer who can memorize all the music."
"Where is Ryan Connery?" Andrew asked.
"He has always been my motivation to inspire you." Fletcher said.
"Turner?"
"Turner changed his job to study medicine, I think... he might have been dismissed."
Fletcher stared at Andrew silently, and Andrew didn't say a word, just staring at Fletcher silently.
Slowly and slowly, the flames deep in Andrew's eyes happened to ignite, and the vitality in the depths of his pupils seemed to be reawakening little by little. The bright colors flowed quietly in the light brown pupils, as if thinking. , Seems to be hesitating, but deep down in his heart, he has already made a decision early.
A look, from decadent to bright, from hesitation to firmness, from dead gray to gorgeous, does not need the assistance and supplement of language, but it has already explained too much.
He belongs to the jazz after all, from soul to skin, from thought to fingertips. Because Ryan Connery became mediocre, Karl Turner chose to give up, and Charlie Parker would not be dissuaded. He was Fletcher's Charlie Parker.
…
Andrew found out his drum set again, and started to practice the repertoire again. There was no extra lens to explain, but from the details, he could find that his fingers and tiger’s mouth were put on band-aids again, which seemed to be hidden and deep. Blood stains.
This is a trace of practice.
Andrew carefully found Nicole’s phone number in his cell phone. After dialing, he sent out an invitation, hoping that Nicole could come over to participate in the jazz festival; Nicole’s voice was still bright and sweet, but she was a little bit hesitant and alienated. She was not So she was willing to go but couldn't bear to refuse directly, so she said that she needed to ask her boyfriend.
Things will become clear.
In the square close-up shot, Andrew sat quietly on the edge of the bed, Nicole’s voice came from the handset of the phone, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and a bit of bitterness faintly flowed, but then it evolved into sigh and helplessness. There was even some mockery, even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.
After hanging up the phone, Andrew's raised mouth angle still remained, but the focus and focal length in his sight were slowly dissipating, lost and confused, confused and sad, the gray of loneliness and loneliness was slowly in his eyes. Slowly surging, and then he lowered his eyes, all emotions disappeared, and he returned to his calm appearance.
He is still him, but he is a little different after all, but no one knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe this is the price of growth.
…
The festival is here, and Andrew is ready to come to Carnegie Hall, part of Lincoln Center, this is the world’s top and most grand stage, the peak stage that every jazz band performer dreams of. At the party, my father once asked: Do you have a chance to appear on the stage at Lincoln Center?
Tonight, he will be on this stage, and his father Jim is the only family invited to come.
He didn't think Nicole and her boyfriend would show up.
Standing in the background, Fletcher and Yan Yue face this brand new band, "For those who have participated in JVC for the first time, it is probably the first time except for Karl. Tonight can change your life, the auditorium The guys here only need a phone call and you can become a "Blue Note" contracted musician, an emc client, and a Lincoln Center chief."
Andrew's smile bloomed again, and hope returned to his eyes.
"But on the other hand, if you mess up, you'd better consider changing careers. Because another characteristic of these people is that they will never forget." Fletcher's words made Andrew thoughtful, and the jaw line was slightly Tightened up.
The orchestra is officially on stage.
Andrew sat down smoothly, and then saw the audience, the hazy creamy yellow halo projected over, making his vision a little blurred, and he could only see a darkened piece in front of him, and everything became unreal but yet again. It became so real, his palms began to tremble slightly, and when he turned it over, his palms were already drenched with sweat.
After exhaling a long breath, Andrew curled up his palms and calmed down again. He raised his head and glanced at the music stand. The "Whip" score was placed at the forefront, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
Amid the applause of the audience, Fletcher stepped onto the stage, but before heading to the command seat, his footsteps stopped in front of Andrew.
Andrew raised his head and showed a big smile. He knew that Fletcher was always special to himself, and the bond between them was also special. Fletcher hoped that he could become his Charlie Parker, which is also his wish. , Maybe, tonight can be such an opportunity.
But Fletcher's words made Andrew's smile stiff, "Do you think it's me/stupid/force/? I know it's you."
Without extra words, Andrew climbed on a series of goose bumps on his back, shivering one after another, unable to stop at all, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only watch Fletcher turn and walk up. After the stage, the whole brain has fallen into a crash state.
"...We will play some regular pieces, but before that, the first thing we will bring to you is a brand new piece. The new piece from Tim Simeone’s creation is called'Shang Shao'."
The audience held their breath, because they noticed that Andrew’s music stand had no "swing up" scores at all, and a draw from the bottom directly pushed Andrew into a desperate situation. Andrew wanted to escape, but Fletcher didn't even give him such a chance, and just started playing.
Andrew is over, completely over.
Even amateur viewers can see that Andrew was completely at a loss, and he barely tried to beat some drums, but he didn't even have an entry point. It was a complete disaster. Any performance on any occasion is a fatal mistake, let alone the opening of the Jazz Festival in Carnegie Hall?
Andrew hurriedly tried to beat some drums, but his performance was horrible, and the suffering felt by the audience was even worse than Andrew.
But Fletcher still did not stop performing, and the entire jazz band split into two parts: the good part and the drum part.
At the end of the performance, Andrew couldn't even raise his head. The deep weakness and despair dragged his ankle slowly down; in stark contrast was the energetic and elated Fletcher, who came to Andrew. In front of him, he whispered, "I guess, you just don't have such talent."
Andrew stared at the audience in front of him, the hope in his eyes turned into a dead silence. He knew that his career had come to an end. There was no possibility of turning over. The unwillingness and anger had disappeared. To be without a trace, but to be dominated by shame, the only thought in my mind is to escape far away.
Like a lost dog, he fled the stage of this music sacred place in a panic.
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Andrew returned to a step-by-step life according to his father’s expectations. Jazz seemed to have disappeared from his life forever. Even the posters in the room had disappeared. He had completely become an ordinary college student. He is one of the many beings in the world capital of New York.
If there are no accidents, Andrew's life will be the same as Nicole, completely restored to peace.
By chance, Andrew passed by a jazz bar and accidentally noticed that the guest performer was Terrence Fletcher. In a ghostly manner, he entered the bar and saw Fletcher playing the piano; but when Andrew was about to leave, his eyes met Fletcher, so he had to choose to stay.
Fletcher was expelled from Shelford College. He said that Sean Casey’s parents should be behind the troubles; at the same time, he expressed regret for the attitudes and ideas of the parents.
"I think people don’t know exactly what I’m doing at Shelford. I’m not in charge. I can also shake my arms to control the rhythm. I’m trying to force them to break through the limit. I believe that is...that is absolutely indispensable. Yes! Otherwise it will only waste the next Louis Armstrong, or the next Charlie Parker."
Fletcher said so, and Andrew's mouth could not help but sketched out a small smile.
"I told you the story of how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?" Although Andrew still remembers, Fletcher tells it again, how Joe Jones humiliated and suppressed Charlie Parker and Charlie- How Parker grew up through practice, Fletcher’s eyes showed amazement and admiration. Without Joe Jones’ curse and encouragement, there would be a lack of a master in the jazz field. “For me, it’s definitely A tragedy."
"But this is what everyone wants now. People are still wondering why jazz is dead. You can see the'jazz' albums in every Starbucks. There are no two more hurtful English than'good'. A word." Fletcher's eyes were full of sadness and grief.
Andrew thoughtfully, "Isn't there a bottom line? You crossed the bottom line, and then you just dismissed the next Charlie Parker?"
"No, of course not. Because the next Charlie Parker will never be dissuaded." Fletcher said categorically.
Andrew seemed to feel something, the light in those eyes gathered again little by little, and the emotions in the depths of his eyes were quietly surging, and there was a radical change from the calm and low-key appearance before entering the bar, as if...sleeping The soul has reawakened in general.
At the end of the night, Fletcher sent out an invitation, "The band I am practicing now is about to perform at the JVC Festival, and the drummer is still awkward. Do you know what I mean? I All I used were music from the music room band, "Caravan" and "Whip". I need a drummer who can memorize all the music."
"Where is Ryan Connery?" Andrew asked.
"He has always been my motivation to inspire you." Fletcher said.
"Turner?"
"Turner changed his job to study medicine, I think... he might have been dismissed."
Fletcher stared at Andrew silently, and Andrew didn't say a word, just staring at Fletcher silently.
Slowly and slowly, the flames deep in Andrew's eyes happened to ignite, and the vitality in the depths of his pupils seemed to be reawakening little by little. The bright colors flowed quietly in the light brown pupils, as if thinking. , Seems to be hesitating, but deep down in his heart, he has already made a decision early.
A look, from decadent to bright, from hesitation to firmness, from dead gray to gorgeous, does not need the assistance and supplement of language, but it has already explained too much.
He belongs to the jazz after all, from soul to skin, from thought to fingertips. Because Ryan Connery became mediocre, Karl Turner chose to give up, and Charlie Parker would not be dissuaded. He was Fletcher's Charlie Parker.
…
Andrew found out his drum set again, and started to practice the repertoire again. There was no extra lens to explain, but from the details, he could find that his fingers and tiger’s mouth were put on band-aids again, which seemed to be hidden and deep. Blood stains.
This is a trace of practice.
Andrew carefully found Nicole’s phone number in his cell phone. After dialing, he sent out an invitation, hoping that Nicole could come over to participate in the jazz festival; Nicole’s voice was still bright and sweet, but she was a little bit hesitant and alienated. She was not So she was willing to go but couldn't bear to refuse directly, so she said that she needed to ask her boyfriend.
Things will become clear.
In the square close-up shot, Andrew sat quietly on the edge of the bed, Nicole’s voice came from the handset of the phone, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and a bit of bitterness faintly flowed, but then it evolved into sigh and helplessness. There was even some mockery, even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.
After hanging up the phone, Andrew's raised mouth angle still remained, but the focus and focal length in his sight were slowly dissipating, lost and confused, confused and sad, the gray of loneliness and loneliness was slowly in his eyes. Slowly surging, and then he lowered his eyes, all emotions disappeared, and he returned to his calm appearance.
He is still him, but he is a little different after all, but no one knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe this is the price of growth.
…
The festival is here, and Andrew is ready to come to Carnegie Hall, part of Lincoln Center, this is the world’s top and most grand stage, the peak stage that every jazz band performer dreams of. At the party, my father once asked: Do you have a chance to appear on the stage at Lincoln Center?
Tonight, he will be on this stage, and his father Jim is the only family invited to come.
He didn't think Nicole and her boyfriend would show up.
Standing in the background, Fletcher and Yan Yue face this brand new band, "For those who have participated in JVC for the first time, it is probably the first time except for Karl. Tonight can change your life, the auditorium The guys here only need a phone call and you can become a "Blue Note" contracted musician, an emc client, and a Lincoln Center chief."
Andrew's smile bloomed again, and hope returned to his eyes.
"But on the other hand, if you mess up, you'd better consider changing careers. Because another characteristic of these people is that they will never forget." Fletcher's words made Andrew thoughtful, and the jaw line was slightly Tightened up.
The orchestra is officially on stage.
Andrew sat down smoothly, and then saw the audience, the hazy creamy yellow halo projected over, making his vision a little blurred, and he could only see a darkened piece in front of him, and everything became unreal but yet again. It became so real, his palms began to tremble slightly, and when he turned it over, his palms were already drenched with sweat.
After exhaling a long breath, Andrew curled up his palms and calmed down again. He raised his head and glanced at the music stand. The "Whip" score was placed at the forefront, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
Amid the applause of the audience, Fletcher stepped onto the stage, but before heading to the command seat, his footsteps stopped in front of Andrew.
Andrew raised his head and showed a big smile. He knew that Fletcher was always special to himself, and the bond between them was also special. Fletcher hoped that he could become his Charlie Parker, which is also his wish. , Maybe, tonight can be such an opportunity.
But Fletcher's words made Andrew's smile stiff, "Do you think it's me/stupid/force/? I know it's you."
Without extra words, Andrew climbed on a series of goose bumps on his back, shivering one after another, unable to stop at all, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only watch Fletcher turn and walk up. After the stage, the whole brain has fallen into a crash state.
"...We will play some regular pieces, but before that, the first thing we will bring to you is a brand new piece. The new piece from Tim Simeone’s creation is called'Shang Shao'."
The audience held their breath, because they noticed that Andrew’s music stand had no "swing up" scores at all, and a draw from the bottom directly pushed Andrew into a desperate situation. Andrew wanted to escape, but Fletcher didn't even give him such a chance, and just started playing.
Andrew is over, completely over.
Even amateur viewers can see that Andrew was completely at a loss, and he barely tried to beat some drums, but he didn't even have an entry point. It was a complete disaster. Any performance on any occasion is a fatal mistake, let alone the opening of the Jazz Festival in Carnegie Hall?
Andrew hurriedly tried to beat some drums, but his performance was horrible, and the suffering felt by the audience was even worse than Andrew.
But Fletcher still did not stop performing, and the entire jazz band split into two parts: the good part and the drum part.
At the end of the performance, Andrew couldn't even raise his head. The deep weakness and despair dragged his ankle slowly down; in stark contrast was the energetic and elated Fletcher, who came to Andrew. In front of him, he whispered, "I guess, you just don't have such talent."
Andrew stared at the audience in front of him, the hope in his eyes turned into a dead silence. He knew that his career had come to an end. There was no possibility of turning over. The unwillingness and anger had disappeared. To be without a trace, but to be dominated by shame, the only thought in my mind is to escape far away.
Like a lost dog, he fled the stage of this music sacred place in a panic.
Andrew returned to a step-by-step life according to his father's expectations. Jazz seemed to have disappeared from his life forever. Even the posters in the room had disappeared. He had completely become an ordinary college student. He is one of the many beings in the world capital of New York.If there are no accidents, Andrew's life will be the same as Nicole, completely restored to peace.By chance, Andrew passed by a jazz bar and accidentally noticed that the guest performer was Terrence Fletcher. In a ghostly manner, he entered the bar and saw Fletcher playing the piano; but when Andrew was about to leave, his eyes met Fletcher, so he had to choose to stay.Fletcher was expelled from Shelford College. He said that Sean Casey's parents should be behind the troubles; at the same time, he expressed regret for the attitudes and ideas of the parents."I think people don't know exactly what I'm doing at Shelford. I'm not in charge. I can also shake my arms to control the rhythm. I'm trying to force them to break through the limit. I believe that is...that is absolutely indispensable. Yes! Otherwise it will only waste the next Louis Armstrong, or the next Charlie Parker."Fletcher said so, and Andrew's mouth could not help but sketched out a small smile."I told you the story of how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?" Although Andrew still remembers, Fletcher tells it again, how Joe Jones humiliated and suppressed Charlie Parker and Charlie- How Parker grew up through practice, Fletcher's eyes showed amazement and admiration. Without Joe Jones' curse and encouragement, there would be a lack of a master in the jazz field. For me, it's definitely A tragedy.""But this is what everyone wants now. People are still wondering why jazz is dead. You can see the'jazz' albums in every Starbucks. There are no two more hurtful English than'good'. A word." Fletcher's eyes were full of sadness and grief.Andrew thoughtfully, "Isn't there a bottom line? You crossed the bottom line, and then you just dismissed the next Charlie Parker?""No, of course not. Because the next Charlie Parker will never be dissuaded." Fletcher said categorically.Andrew seemed to feel something, the light in those eyes gathered again little by little, and the emotions in the depths of his eyes were quietly surging, and there was a radical change from the calm and low-key appearance before entering the bar, as if...sleeping The soul has reawakened in general.At the end of the night, Fletcher sent out an invitation, "The band I am practicing now is about to perform at the JVC Festival, and the drummer is still awkward. Do you know what I mean? I All I used were music from the music room band, "Caravan" and "Whip". I need a drummer who can memorize all the music.""Where is Ryan Connery?" Andrew asked."He has always been my motivation to inspire you." Fletcher said."Turner?""Turner changed his job to study medicine, I think... he might have been dismissed."Fletcher stared at Andrew silently, and Andrew didn't say a word, just staring at Fletcher silently.Slowly and slowly, the flames deep in Andrew's eyes happened to ignite, and the vitality in the depths of his pupils seemed to be reawakening little by little. The bright colors flowed quietly in the light brown pupils, as if thinking. , Seems to be hesitating, but deep down in his heart, he has already made a decision early.A look, from decadent to bright, from hesitation to firmness, from dead gray to gorgeous, does not need the assistance and supplement of language, but it has already explained too much.He belongs to the jazz after all, from soul to skin, from thought to fingertips. Because Ryan Connery became mediocre, Karl Turner chose to give up, and Charlie Parker would not be dissuaded. He was Fletcher's Charlie Parker.Andrew found out his drum set again, and started to practice the repertoire again. There was no extra lens to explain, but from the details, he could find that his fingers and tiger's mouth were put on band-aids again, which seemed to be hidden and deep. Blood stains.This is a trace of practice.Andrew carefully found Nicole's phone number in his cell phone. After dialing, he sent out an invitation, hoping that Nicole could come over to participate in the jazz festival; Nicole's voice was still bright and sweet, but she was a little bit hesitant and alienated. She was not So she was willing to go but couldn't bear to refuse directly, so she said that she needed to ask her boyfriend.Things will become clear.In the square close-up shot, Andrew sat quietly on the edge of the bed, Nicole's voice came from the handset of the phone, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and a bit of bitterness faintly flowed, but then it evolved into sigh and helplessness. There was even some mockery, even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.After hanging up the phone, Andrew's raised mouth angle still remained, but the focus and focal length in his sight were slowly dissipating, lost and confused, confused and sad, the gray of loneliness and loneliness was slowly in his eyes. Slowly surging, and then he lowered his eyes, all emotions disappeared, and he returned to his calm appearance.He is still him, but he is a little different after all, but no one knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe this is the price of growth.The festival is here, and Andrew is ready to come to Carnegie Hall, part of Lincoln Center, this is the world's top and most grand stage, the peak stage that every jazz band performer dreams of. At the party, my father once asked: Do you have a chance to appear on the stage at Lincoln Center?Tonight, he will be on this stage, and his father Jim is the only family invited to come.He didn't think Nicole and her boyfriend would show up.Standing in the background, Fletcher and Yan Yue face this brand new band, "For those who have participated in JVC for the first time, it is probably the first time except for Karl. Tonight can change your life, the auditorium The guys here only need a phone call and you can become a "Blue Note" contracted musician, an emc client, and a Lincoln Center chief."Andrew's smile bloomed again, and hope returned to his eyes."But on the other hand, if you mess up, you'd better consider changing careers. Because another characteristic of these people is that they will never forget." Fletcher's words made Andrew thoughtful, and the jaw line was slightly Tightened up.The orchestra is officially on stage.Andrew sat down smoothly, and then saw the audience, the hazy creamy yellow halo projected over, making his vision a little blurred, and he could only see a darkened piece in front of him, and everything became unreal but yet again. It became so real, his palms began to tremble slightly, and when he turned it over, his palms were already drenched with sweat.After exhaling a long breath, Andrew curled up his palms and calmed down again. He raised his head and glanced at the music stand. The "Whip" score was placed at the forefront, and his breathing gradually stabilized.Amid the applause of the audience, Fletcher stepped onto the stage, but before heading to the command seat, his footsteps stopped in front of Andrew.Andrew raised his head and showed a big smile. He knew that Fletcher was always special to himself, and the bond between them was also special. Fletcher hoped that he could become his Charlie Parker, which is also his wish. , Maybe, tonight can be such an opportunity.But Fletcher's words made Andrew's smile stiff, "Do you think it's me/stupid/force/? I know it's you."Without extra words, Andrew climbed on a series of goose bumps on his back, shivering one after another, unable to stop at all, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only watch Fletcher turn and walk up. After the stage, the whole brain has fallen into a crash state."...We will play some regular pieces, but before that, the first thing we will bring to you is a brand new piece. The new piece from Tim Simeone's creation is called'Shang Shao'."The audience held their breath, because they noticed that Andrew's music stand had no "swing up" scores at all, and a draw from the bottom directly pushed Andrew into a desperate situation. Andrew wanted to escape, but Fletcher didn't even give him such a chance, and just started playing.Andrew is over, completely over.Even amateur viewers can see that Andrew was completely at a loss, and he barely tried to beat some drums, but he didn't even have an entry point. It was a complete disaster. Any performance on any occasion is a fatal mistake, let alone the opening of the Jazz Festival in Carnegie Hall?Andrew hurriedly tried to beat some drums, but his performance was horrible, and the suffering felt by the audience was even worse than Andrew.But Fletcher still did not stop performing, and the entire jazz band split into two parts: the good part and the drum part.At the end of the performance, Andrew couldn't even raise his head. The deep weakness and despair dragged his ankle slowly down; in stark contrast was the energetic and elated Fletcher, who came to Andrew. In front of him, he whispered, "I guess, you just don't have such talent."Andrew stared at the audience in front of him, the hope in his eyes turned into a dead silence. He knew that his career had come to an end. There was no possibility of turning over. The unwillingness and anger had disappeared. To be without a trace, but to be dominated by shame, the only thought in my mind is to escape far away.Like a lost dog, he fled the stage of this music sacred place in a panic.
