star chaser poem

The venue of Mirage is divided into front and rear areas.

The front area is a sunken design, which is close to the bottom of the stage, and people standing in the first row can even reach out and touch the microphone stand directly.

Although the second zone at the back suffers from the distance, in order to ensure the viewing effect, it has made up for the height, so that it can be visually parallel to the stage.

The capacity of the venue was not large, so even standing near the entrance, you can still observe the situation on the stage clearly.

Right behind the audience area is a console, and a few staff members are sitting scattered at this moment; further ahead, there are several long black tables side by side, and there are also people busy nearby.

Xiang Shi's face number was neither too big nor too small, and when he entered the arena, the area was not yet full, but he was concerned about his height, and thought that if he stood in front, he would be completely exposed, so he simply hid beside the console.

Metal music that has never been heard before is played in the venue, the drums are fast and dense, and the sound wall of the guitar is overwhelming; during the period, the attention broadcast of the livehouse is interspersed from time to time, repeatedly reminding that the performance is about to start.

People have been entering the arena one after another, and the gaps around them are gradually filled by strange girls, chatting and laughing lively, and many words in their mouths are not clear to Xiang Shi, but "the dark side of the moon" The appearance of the two names "Sariel" and "Sariel" is extremely frequent.

Caught off guard, the volume of the background music suddenly increased and then stopped abruptly. The lights of the audience were all extinguished in the next instant. The noise in the auditorium was swallowed up by the darkness, and even the faint sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Hovering silence.

The curtain was drawn.

A long but not harsh alarm sounded suddenly in the silent space.Immediately, electronic music with a sense of the near future was born out of nowhere. The synthesizer with varied tones and smooth keyboards was like a mottled strip of light; a slender columnar light was projected on the pitch-black stage, and the sound of the music was stuck. The rhythm flickered on and off.

The audience clapped their hands and beat the beat, and some even shouted the names of the band and members.

Looking at Shi from a distance, a white background cloth was drawn up on the stage, on which two large characters were written vertically with a brush: Nightmare.

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Since the order of appearance of the bands is not known in advance, we can only watch the performance like opening a blind box.

Nightmare is a sad band, and all members were dressed in sad white when they appeared on stage.

I don't know if it's because the formation is still young, and the audience's response is not very enthusiastic.

They sang a total of seven songs, almost without exception, in a cold and melancholy tone, reminiscent of the humid and sweltering rainy season in the south, haunting and airtight.

The way the lead singer interprets the song is delicate and tender. When he sang a certain song in the middle, he actually held up a transparent plastic umbrella, as if he was walking in the pattering rain, telling the unknown depression alone.

Xiang Shi was exposed to this type of music for the first time, but unexpectedly found it very unique.

For this band, he believes that the melancholy atmosphere created by Nightmare is more impressive than the mere melody.Especially some listeners who are more aesthetically inclined are easily fascinated by this slender and artistic interpretation.

After the band exited, the lighting and background music returned to normal.

The long table in front of the console is filled with CDs and peripherals of each band.A small group of people gathered in front of Nightmare's booth, and everyone was queuing up to discuss the situation of the performance just now.

Xiang Shibai looked around boredly, and saw that many people in the first district were exchanging seats; it seemed that everyone wanted to try their best to stand at the front when their favorite band appeared.

The waiting time lasted about 10 minutes, during which the sound of musical instruments tuning was heard intermittently from behind the curtain.Then darkness and silence fell again, and the second band was about to enter.

Accompanied by the overdrive guitar tone with a hard texture, the first thing that catches the eye is a diamond-shaped logo with black background and white stripes on the background cloth, with an eyeball with vertical pupils dotted in the center, faintly exuding a terrifying deterrent force.

I saw this pattern when queuing up to enter the arena, and Xiang Shi knew that the tiger eye stone was about to appear on stage.Because I still didn't wait for Sariel this time, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Different from Nightmare, the style of Tiger Eye Stone is very masculine and powerful.

The overall performance is clean and tidy, the typhoon is mature, the steady output of the drummer supports the thick arrangement, and the lead singer's voice is high-pitched and penetrating, even in the face of a scourge-like guitar riff, he can still control it with ease.

As they performed, the shouts from male fans visibly doubled.The girls were divided into two groups: two-thirds seemed to have little interest, while the other third kept pumping their fists up and down to the beat of the drums.

If the presentation on the previous stage was as gloomy as water, then what they witnessed now was a fiery burning.

After the Tiger Eye performance, there were only two bands left.

Standing a little sore, Xiang Shi put on a card to exchange for drinks and walked out of the venue.He ordered a glass of whiskey mixed with sparkling water at the bar, and planned to find an open space to squat down for a while and drink slowly.

He picked an empty corner and was about to walk there when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. His hand trembled and he couldn't hold it steady, almost spilling the wine.

A huge poster is printed on the entire wall next to the bar: four figures in black cloaks are in front of a dark red background, and the person standing at the front is covered with a black ribbon, with his head raised slightly, as if he is listening Whispers that no one else can hear.

From time to time, someone came over to take pictures, or posed various cute poses to the members - some expressed love, some pinched their faces, and then asked friends to help take pictures.

In fact, he had seen a similar poster wall in Songshi a few years ago.But at that time, Fu Jing was younger, the clothes on her body were more gorgeous, and she looked more inaccessible.

He just squatted opposite that face, and because his eyes were covered, he could only see the outline of the face, the mouth, and the exposed neck.

I took a sip of the weak alcoholic drink in the plastic cup, and the slightly bitter taste of whiskey lingered on the tip of my tongue, mixed with the coolness of sparkling water and ice cubes, making my mind instantly sober.

It was not until facing this wall that Xiang Shi's dusty memories were finally partially awakened: something seemed wrong.

Why is he still singing in such a small place after six years?

Why wasn't the person who took him away at that time?

What the hell happened these years?

Unconsciously biting the cup wall, Xiang Shi stared at the pure black ribbon covering the white skin in ecstasy.

He didn't know where those hidden eyes were looking, but he suddenly wanted to reach out, penetrate into the hard concrete wall, and tear off the ribbon.

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Returning to the arena again, thinking that I was also here to see the lead singer, I simply pushed aside the crowd and stood in the center of the last few rows.

A white overhead light casts on the empty stage.

When the dark side of the moon appeared in front of everyone, Xiang Shi smiled helplessly—it turned out that Sariel was the finale of the day.

When he sang the first song, he understood that this is a typical big vocal band.Smooth melody, regular instrumental arrangement, reasonable arrangement; in short, when the prelude sounds, there will be a feeling of deja vu in the heart, as if the ears have already understood what will happen next, and everything It unfolded without any surprise, just as the premonition had come true.

Although they have performed several songs, there is a fixed paradigm in their creation, so people have an illusion that listening to ten songs is no different from listening to one song.

What is unbelievable is that this is obviously a band that sets off the lead singer, but the most popular one is the lead guitarist on the right - because he has the largest audience in front of him.

The man was carrying a red guitar, and his whole body was black except for the body of the guitar.He deliberately carried the guitar very low, looking a little hunched, and was always hidden in the shadow of the side of the stage throughout the performance, showing his presence entirely through strong performances.

Xiang Shi suddenly felt that the band name "Dark Side of the Moon" might be describing the lead guitarist himself.And their lead singer, even standing in the most dazzling position, is like a moon that does not shine, and can only reflect the light from the sun.

After seeing three bands with different styles in succession, he couldn't help but sigh sincerely: This road may be much more difficult than imagined.

For example, the dark side of the moon, the song is really easy to listen to, very much like the background music that is played on a loop in the store.But speaking of the band as a whole, Xiang Shi didn't leave a deep impression on them. He even doubted whether he would still remember the melodies of these songs the next day.

Another example is Nightmare. Even though it has a distinct and unique style, the audience's acceptance is not high, and Shengsheng turns the performance into a bleak narcissism, with few followers.

In contrast, he personally prefers the latter.

After all, the most attractive part of the band lies in their bold expression; if everyone blindly cares about the so-called popular and lacks their own personality, then how boring it will be to watch live.

Perhaps because of the taste, Xiang Shi felt the magic of livehouse for the first time in his life, and it seemed that he understood Fu Jing better.

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Note: For a five-piece band, in the case of two guitarists, the lead guitar stands on the right and the rhythm guitar stands on the left.