star chaser poem

When Miao Miao's figure appeared in the center of the first row, Xiang Shi's back, which had been gradually bent due to standing for a long time, straightened suddenly.

In fact, even he himself couldn't tell what kind of mood he was waiting for Fu Jing to appear.He only belatedly realized that this is a world that seems to shine, but is actually cruel: the stage changes so fast, the playing time is so short, faces are fleeting, and the audience is always fond of the new and tired of the old.

In the past, Xiang Shi simply thought that perhaps Fu Jing was talented in music.And it is a kind of arrogance in itself to prevaricate success easily into the gift of talent and gift.

The number of spectators suddenly increased, and the area in the middle of the venue was particularly crowded, almost comparable to the level of the subway in the morning rush hour—this meant that some people just entered the venue, and they came here today specifically for Sariel .

The distance between her and the people around her was squeezed closer and closer, and Xiang Shi's ears inadvertently drifted into the conversation of the two girls in the front row.

"Sariel is the finale today, do you think there will be an encore?"

"The use time of the venue is stipulated, there may not be..."

"Really? I don't know what J will look like today, I'm going to draw ten Polaroids."

"Ten cards? Wait to see if you will slap your face, don't draw twenty cards and come back after the end."

"……You're so naughty!"

Xiang Shi, who was hiding behind the mask, couldn't help but smile, but she didn't know what happened to the Polaroids that were sold after the performance, so she kept it in her heart.

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Like liquid simmering on paper, spotlights illuminate the mic stand to the right of the stage.

Accompanied by cheers, a figure slowly walked into the radial light beam.

The man was wearing a black cloak, tall and tall, and his hair was dyed a very domineering blue-purple.His forehead hair was long, covering one eye, and only a small half of his face was stingily exposed, making it difficult to distinguish his face clearly.

He didn't stand in the stands, and he picked up the guitar by himself, and a series of repeated monotonous chords appeared between his hands. The clean tone outlined a sense of empty and lonely atmosphere, which was endless.

The solitary solo continued, and after a while, two more people appeared from the side of the stage, stepping on the sound of the guitar one after the other, and went straight to the drum set and the bass on the left side of the stage.

As soon as the drummer sat down, he tore off the cloak that was draped over his shoulders, and the beautiful muscle lines on his arms were completely exposed to the light.He has ordinary black hair. Perhaps because he thought it was troublesome, all the broken hair on his forehead was pulled back and combed into a small lock at the back of his head, revealing his slender eyes and straight nose bridge. For tough.

And the appearance of the bass player is the most special among the three.His hair is very long, bleached to a dazzling light gold, tied into a high ponytail, a little hair casually hangs down around his temples and neck, revealing an unrefined casualness; but the most attention-grabbing It was still his eyes, one with emerald color contact lenses and the other without. With his neutral appearance, he looked like a proud Persian cat.

When the two were ready, the drummer raised his wrist and played a rhythm, and all the instruments dived into the song together, just like rivers and lakes finally merged into the vast ocean.

The pale guitar melody burst into brilliance in an instant.

The rhythmic bass, the even and sharp drums, the open and distant guitar, and the constant ups and downs of the phrases seem to contain indescribable profound emotions, which are inseparable.

Tranquil sea level shimmering in the sun.

Immediately afterwards, the scale climbed up suddenly, like a flash of lightning piercing the sky. Amidst the music of the dark tide, the last person of Sariel finally arrived late.

The audience immediately erupted into shouts one after another.

The airflow that swept up while walking lifted the belt at the hem of the cloak, and he stood in front of the microphone stand, his hands in black leather gloves gently cupping the microphone.

The damp reverberation drifted away like a cloud with a delay; the figure standing in the center of the stage gradually revealed its original appearance.

Because of the styling, his appearance is completely different from the last time we met.It should be another wig. The hair that was originally grown close to the neck to the shoulders is now divided into two strands and placed on the chest. The low-saturation gray against the black cloak is particularly eye-catching.

If you look closely, you will find that under his right eye, there are a few scattered rose petals, like scales, and like dark red wounds that have just scabbed over. Tears ooze drop by drop, condensing on the smooth skin.

At this time, the layers of progressive music suddenly ended after climbing to the peak, and the lighting dimmed suddenly.The gradually disappearing end of the instrumental music spread in the space, and the spreading halo lightly enveloped the four people's heads.

Suddenly, an extremely faint sigh sounded clearly in everyone's ears.Like a white feather that falls off when a bird flutters its wings, it drifts away.

In the next second, the strong wind of the accompaniment and the singing hit at the same time, layers of high-speed heavy distortion guitar riffs, surrounded by the aggressive roar of the lead singer, the ferocious melody formed a steel knife, tearing the airflow and smashing into the air Come.

Just now it was pure white and flawless like the wings of an angel, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a sharp sickle in the hands of a demon.Because the contrast between before and after is too strong, Xiang Shi actually has a sense of weightlessness and confusion.

Should the band live up to its name?

I saw the lead singer stepped on the return speaker on the side of the stage, with a stern face, condescendingly staring at everything at his feet; the petals scattered in the corners of his eyes were like bright red snake letters, and with his oppressive voice, bursts of violence emanated from the violence. A strange coquettish.

Even if the distance is not very close, Xiang Shi can still clearly feel that the person standing at the commanding height of the audience and receiving the attention ceremony is very comfortable.He knows what the audience is asking for from him, and is used to responding to insatiable demands.

The teammates behind him and the dense sound wall weave his armor, and the singing is his sharp blade to overcome thorns and thorns. This is a one-sided killing and plundering, and any defense off the stage is vulnerable.

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Xiang Shi couldn't help recalling the phrase in Miaomiao's mouth, "On the stage, you are evil and crazy, but off the stage, you are naturally cute", and also recalled the self who sneered at that time.

Maybe it’s not just that time. If you rewind the time and play it back to a longer time, you will definitely find that in the past years, there are recorded noises called "self-righteousness" one after another.

Through the gorgeous and complex or extremely fierce music, he actually experienced an indescribable but quite intense emotional fluctuation: anger, unwillingness, powerlessness, remorse, and even a ray of sadness as light as a feather.

Those turbulent expressive desires that could not find an outlet were all turned into huge energy, and were thrown into a sublimation pot called Sariel; while the audience witnessed this smelting in the audience, it seemed as if they stretched out their hands a little, Can be burned by scalding flames.

That day, Sariel sang a total of ten tunes, not a single ballad.

Most of their works pay attention to the regularity of rhythm and the audibility of melody, and twisted and obscure aesthetics are entangled in extreme changes in strength and weakness.

Xiang Shi especially likes the texture of the lead singer's high-pitched performance. The full voice is mixed with a sense of fragility and tearing, making it hard to tell whether it is singing or his mourning.

During the whole performance, they also didn't say a word about MC.Nothing but the purest music.

After the curtain was completely closed, the whole venue seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of the nightmare, unwilling to wake up for a long time.

Until someone took the lead in shouting encore.

Gradually, the shouts echoed in my ears, over and over again, tirelessly.

No one can stop the elephant that broke into the porcelain shop, just like the heart of Xiangshi at this moment, the chaos is everywhere.