Personality V: I will save everything

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Mike rested his chin on his hand and thought for a long time.

“I always feel like something is missing.”

"What's missing?"

José Badem asked the other party while moving the cello in his hand onto the stage.

You may think there is something wrong with your ears when I say this, but the player of this cello is actually José Bardem.

Don’t think it’s strange that José Badem can play the cello, thinking that how can a man who sails on the sea play the cello? In fact, don’t forget that the premise of all this is that José Badem is a nobleman. Isn’t it normal for aristocrats to know a little musical instrument?

Either as a hobby, or as some ability to improve oneself in social situations, anyway, almost all the rules require that one can play some musical instruments to a certain extent, or even if one cannot play, one will understand some music theory.

As for how Jose Badem learned to play musical instruments under the coercion of his father, old Badem?

Well...........

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"Either you pick an instrument for me to learn! Or you get out of here!"

Following his father's roar, Jose Badem picked out the cello, which he thought was the largest and most difficult instrument to play, and one that he absolutely could not play at his age.

Just postpone it as much as possible, he doesn’t want to learn anyway.

Why did José Bardem have such a misunderstanding at the time? Because he was only seven years old at the time and was not even as tall as the cello.

But unfortunately, Jose Badem was wrong. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. What’s more, it was just a simple matter like customizing a musical instrument?

Jose Badem, age nine: ??(?′Д｀?)??

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"Well, I was wondering...wouldn't there be a little lack of musical instruments?"

Let me summarize all the people who will be playing instruments this time.

Frederick, pianist

Antonio the violinist

Jose Bardem, cellist

Recorder player Andrew

It seemed like there were only four people playing musical instruments, which was indeed a bit too few.

"But it can't be helped. There are only a few of us who can play instruments."

What’s more, the violinist was temporarily pulled from this world (whispering).

"If it doesn't work, I'll go ask." Lucchino, who accidentally heard the conversation between Jose Badem and Mike, decided to ask the survivors in this world. Maybe someone could play a musical instrument.

But Jose Badem and Mike looked at each other, and it seemed that they both felt that it was unlikely to find anyone who could play musical instruments among the survivors in this world.

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"That's how it is. I wonder if there is anyone among you who is proficient in playing a musical instrument?" The person who spoke looked at everyone expectantly.

However, what he got in response was a rather helpless question: "What do you think? (=_=)"

It is no wonder that the explorer gave such a reaction. After all, among their group of people, there are very few who are really good at playing musical instruments.

Take the explorer himself as an example. He struggles in the dark and deep underground environment, toiling for survival all day long. Even filling his stomach is a problem. How can he have the leisure time and energy to learn to play musical instruments? For him, being able to fill his stomach every day is a luxury, and he has no time to think about other things.

The only person among them who might have had anything to do with the instrument was probably the composer. But that was exactly where the problem lay—just based on the composer's usual appearance, it was hard to believe whether he could really complete a wonderful performance.

It's not that I doubt his professional skills or abilities...

The main reason is that his mental state is really worrying. According to Frederick, he is in another world and has a very low self-esteem. Although he is actually quite talented, he has not been widely recognized by the world. Over time, he began to deny himself and think that he is useless.

Seeing his appearance, it is hard not to wonder whether he will get stage fright once he gets on the stage, which would be a major performance accident.

With nothing else to do, Lucino had to go back to the supervisor.

"How about a harmonica?" The response came from the well-known factory director.

Yes, it was the factory director who seemed serious and rigid on weekdays. However, few people knew that this tough-looking man actually had a gentle and delicate heart. In order to make his beloved daughter happy, he quietly began to learn to play the harmonica.

Behind each of those beautiful melodies, there is his deep love for his daughter and his endless patience. Every note is a testimony to his hard work, and every improvement is filled with his expectation for his daughter's smile.

Unfortunately, fate always seems to play tricks on people. Although the factory director has mastered the harmonica skills to perfection, he has never had the opportunity to stand in front of his daughter and play a song for her in person.

Perhaps it is because their busy work schedule keeps them apart from each other, or perhaps other reasons prevent this heartwarming scene from happening.

But no matter what, the desire to convey fatherly love through music has always been deeply buried in the factory director's heart.

If I could go on the stage and play, the gardener would be able to see me, right?

With this in mind, the factory director accepted Luchino's invitation.

But except for the factory director... everyone looked at each other, as if there was really no one else who could play a musical instrument.

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"Oh, forget it, let it be. I really can't do anything else. I can only choose to give up." Luchino shook his head helplessly, his face full of fatigue and frustration.

You know, as a survivor and supervisor, he has been back and forth between these two places for many times, but he still hasn't found a candidate that really satisfies him. Especially when it comes to finding someone who is good at playing musical instruments, it is even more difficult.

Apart from the factory manager, the only person who knows a little bit about musical instruments is the mercenary! Perhaps many people would be very surprised to hear this: How could a mercenary, who fights on the battlefield all day, have time to learn a musical instrument?

In fact, strictly speaking, this cannot be considered as learning. Back then, the mercenaries had personally experienced the cruel war. In the trenches filled with smoke and the smell of death, only the sound of the harmonica played by their comrades could give these soldiers a little spiritual comfort.

So, one day, the mercenary was deeply moved by the beautiful melody and mustered up the courage to ask the teammate who played the harmonica for advice. The kind-hearted teammate also readily agreed and expressed his willingness to teach him this skill.

However, fate always plays tricks on people... That very night, when the mercenary had just begun to receive training, an accident happened - a ruthless bullet hit his good teammate, taking his precious life.

From then on, the mercenary could no longer continue his studies.

Because of this, his harmonica skills were really not that great, after all, he only learned it for one night.

So, is this it? There is no other way, just forcing the issue? Lucino didn't want that.

After all, if the mercenaries accidentally play out of tune, it would not only be embarrassing for them, but also for the mercenaries themselves.

"Maybe the situation is not as bad as we think, Lucino. Maybe we can use the phonograph here to play beautiful music. Wouldn't that be better?" Muro smiled and gently comforted Lucino, who seemed a little worried.

Hearing this, Lucchino couldn't help but look up, looking at Muro with suspicion, and asked hesitantly: "Are you sure? I don't dare to hold too much hope!" You know, Lucchino didn't have any confidence in the phonograph in front of him, which was shabby and seemed like it would fall apart at any time.

In fact, he had developed a strong interest in this antique-like phonograph long before. So one day, out of curiosity, he couldn't help but go forward and play with this ancient machine.

However, something unexpected happened. When he pressed the play button, the phonograph seemed to be cast by magic and thick black smoke came out on the spot!

The pungent smell instantly spread, as if it was about to swallow up the entire room. The phonograph itself made a crackling sound, as if it would completely break down at any moment.

After all this, when faced with Muro's suggestion to try using the phonograph again, Lucchino's heart was filled with deep doubt and worry.

He frowned, staring at the worn-out and shaky recorder in Muro's arms, thinking to himself: "Can this thing really still work properly? I was really scared last time..."

Hearing what Luchino said, Muro, who was originally full of expectations, suddenly lost confidence. He looked down at the recorder in his arms. It was indeed as Luchino said. It was too old. The shell was covered with traces of time, and the buttons seemed a little slow.

For a moment, the two fell into silence, and no one knew how to break the helpless situation before them.

Just when they were at a loss, an idea suddenly flashed through Luchino's mind. His eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Hey! Maybe we can go find Alva and give it a try! Maybe he can find a way to make this broken phonograph come back to life!"

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The camera turns to Alva's side.

"The possibility is very small, unless I can make some gears, springs, screws and other things on the spot, but this is obviously an unrealistic fantasy." Alva said while concentrating on examining the phonograph in front of him, shaking his head slowly, and finally gave his own conclusion.

So, is it still worthwhile to restore it? Just throw it into the garbage dump as a pile of scrap metal and buy a brand new phonograph!

After all, after a careful inspection, it was discovered that almost every component of this phonograph from top to bottom was either damaged to some extent and needed repair, or was completely scrapped and had to be replaced directly.

"Can't you just repair it? Even if it's just to make some sound tonight." Muro suggested to Alva expectantly.

However, Alva retorted: "How is this possible? For example, if you want to build a four-story house, but suddenly decide to stop construction when the foundation is halfway built and only build a two-story building instead, will this work? The principle is actually the same!"

This seems to be the case. (??)

"Then you better think of a solution, otherwise tonight's performance will be completely ruined. If there is no music, are you going to let everyone watch a pantomime?"

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the other side,

"Okay, you give it a try."

Violetta laughed and pulled the spider up from the ground.

The spider was obviously not quite used to it. She had always walked on her stomach, and this was the first time she stood up like a normal person. She was indeed not quite used to it.

Violetta attached her spare prosthetic limbs to the spider's body, so that she could look like Violetta.

"So beautiful..." Violetta said as she helped Spider straighten his clothes.

Violetta even gave her dress to Spider. Although it was a little cumbersome to wear, Violetta enjoyed it.

But Spider kept her head down the whole time, and she didn't even dare to look at herself in the mirror.

"What's wrong? Look up. An actor facing the audience will never lower his head."