Reborn Star Singer

Her Majesty the Queen is here, and she lives in a standard double room.The little girl who was picked up by Alva as a student, it was probably the first time she came to such a luxurious place, and she was always timid.After entering the hall, he followed closely behind Alva, never leaving.After quickly looking around, her eyes were glued to Alva.She felt that her eyes were dark, but she didn't know that Alva could see it in her eyes

"What's the matter?" Alva asked casually as he looked around curiously, poking there from time to time, and bumping into Queen Semuyi here.The girl was startled, and quickly lowered her head.There was a moment of silence, and a quick but firm apology said,

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, I will be a good student and I won't embarrass you, teacher!"

This courageous apology made Alva look away, and for the first time set his sights on this nervous and cautious little girl.

In this world, there is the most helpless kind of person.That is a person who is obsessed with doing what he wants to do well.When they are determined, they will not give up, compromise, or bow their heads.She knew that this would be a road that would attract everyone's attention, and everyone would either break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, or be lost forever.The girl's feet are still shaking.This girl should be able to meet the ridicule and contempt she will face after losing.

Perhaps this will even make her unfavorable, and her incomprehensible persistence even more spurned.

"How old is it?" Alva's thoughts diverged, and he randomly picked a question to ask. Although it was a bit irrelevant to the previous conversation, Alva couldn't think of other topics to make the girl relax.As a result, when the girl heard Alva speak, her trembling shoulders suddenly tensed up, even more tense, trembling.

"Ten, 15 years old!" After a short period of stupefaction, the girl's answer was nervous and stammering.

"Have you participated in many draft events?"

"Many, many, but...all lost." The girl's eyes were a little dark, so Alva changed the subject.

"Do you like music?"

"I like it!" The answer was quick this time without hesitation.

"why?"

"?" The girl was a little puzzled. She raised her head and looked at Alva for the first time. Maybe she didn't understand, maybe she didn't know how to answer.Alva asked again patiently,

"I asked you like music? Why do you want to be a singer?"

"I..." The girl thought about it carefully, then spoke slowly, as if she was considering how to express, "I also like a lot of things, for example, I also like painting and reading, but if this is a kind of hobby, then I just I like it simply because I'm good at it, and I feel more comfortable doing these things. But music is different."

Alva listened quietly, he didn't care how many people followed him to monitor the conversation.

"Some emotions and feelings cannot be expressed through speaking, writing, or drawing." The girl tried her best to express her meaning, "Emotions will pass before writing is brewed, and they will be lost when expressed in words. Color, but emotion is not limited to one place, it needs a bigger place to vent, paintings are not easy to understand, what are you thinking when you draw this painting, and what do you see through this painting... ..." The more the girl spoke, the more confused she became, and she seemed to be at a loss, but her voice became more and more determined.

"Only music is different. It has more impromptu expressive force than words, just like people laugh when they are happy, and cry when they are sad. No words or laborious description are needed. You just need to make a sound, but you can Let the people around you understand you clearly." The girl spoke in a hurry, as if she didn't know how to express it.

Alva understood, and he nodded.

If words and paintings are a kind of ability to describe the outside world, then music is more like a pure way of self-expression.We exist in the world, so we long to let the world perceive our existence.Not simply saying, I am here, but hoping to be rooted in people's hearts.There are two ways of living in this world.One is to live alone, and the other is to live together.

A person who is alive, although he breathes the same air, bathes in the same sunshine and drench in the same rain as everyone else, but they will not feel sad because you see the sun shining brightly and smile and drench in the same rain .Because they can't see you.You stand in the sun and smile, but no one stands shoulder to shoulder with you and praises you, the sun is so good.

This is the loneliness and melancholy that cannot be dissipated even standing in the sun.

But music can connect the originally separated individuals together, as long as there is the same feeling in the heart, as long as you can sing.Whether you have a hoarse voice or a tone deaf, the humming tone of voice can also contagious happiness.

Even if it is raining, you who are wearing rain boots and humming a ditty on the stone road can still let people see the bright sunshine after the rain, and make passers-by smile knowingly because of you.

Your loud and loud singing voice before the battle can let the soldiers see the victory when they are victorious, full of passion and high aspirations.When sitting on the bow together, the Nunuuo country song that I recalled can let the wanderer see the mother who is sewing the needle and thread in the hometown, the green plantain, the red cherry, and the mother's own hands soaked in the song. The rich sweetness of pickled jam.

Warm, delicate, like invisible energy, accompanying each other, making Li Wuyou feel sleepy, Zhan Bu timidly retreating.

Therefore, music is more peculiar, more lovable, and more unique than other forms of expression.

It is energy.It is the energy that can make people persist and make people strong.

A song sung by a person who has the spirit of indomitable spirit, even if he is timid, he has the courage to rush forward, probably, it is very good.Alva looked into the girl's bright eyes and suddenly smiled.

As long as the way of expression is changed a little, people will definitely understand and feel it.

Seeing that Alva didn't speak for a long time, the girl probably felt that she didn't express clearly, and was afraid that Alva might not fully understand.

She said eagerly, "I will work hard, and I will let everyone come and listen to my singing!"

I hope those who hear it will understand.

I hope those who hear it will be happy together.

I hope that everyone who hears the singing can agree with this feeling.

"I will make everyone agree with my song!"

What a dream, what a drive.Smiling and seeing the girl's swearing, Alva seemed to see the young eagle looking up at the sky.

Maybe you have fallen from heights many times and suffered many injuries because of it, but as long as you can ride the air current and successfully spread your wings once, you will be able to see a wider sky than others.

"You will do it." Alva solemnly affirmed

"Hmm!" Although it was groundless, but Alva said that, the girl seemed to be greatly encouraged, and nodded happily.

"Hello, I'm Alva Marcos, and I'm your teacher from today on." Alva held out his hand.

"Hi, my name is Mo Tao, and I will be your student from today." The girl held Alva's hand shyly and cautiously.

Mo Tao, don't run away, don't run away, that's a good moral.Alva sighed in his heart, then,

"Let's prepare for the next challenge together."