Hollywood Hunter

Simon finally looked at Janet Johnston with a little smile and said seriously: "Actually, I just want to ask Catherine to be alone, but it doesn't matter if you come together."

Janet heard the words and suddenly took Catherine to her side, as if afraid of Simon taking the woman away.

But, in an instant, she reacted again, and found a slender index finger to continue to draw the piano case under her feet, saying: "I mean, you can't even open a good bottle of red wine with your money. "

Simon arbitrarily plucked the strings and said: "I don't drink red bars this time. I am a boy who invites two women to dinner and also opens red wine, which is misunderstood."

Janet glanced at Simon's clothes and despised: "Who will misunderstand you."

Simon also glanced at the Hermes shoulder bag on Janet's shoulder and smiled: "Yeah, so, I'm afraid you two will be misunderstood."

Janet blinked stunnedly for a few moments, only to understand that, and gave Simon a hard look: "Ah!"

Just by accidentally discovering Simon on the street, Catherine wanted to walk silently.

Simon left a deep impression on her last meeting. The woman subconsciously felt that such a good boy was naturally proud of him, and may not want to see him look embarrassed at this time.

Catherine had to meet Simon only after being pulled by her friend.

At this moment, Catherine tried to stop her by running her words against Simon, but noticed the slight smile on Simon's face, and the woman's heart suddenly became a little clearer.

He is naturally proud. From the many details of the first meeting, she can be sure of this.

However, this pride obviously does not carry some kind of paranoia that originates from the inferiority feeling deep in the heart.Therefore, he did not feel how embarrassed he was at this time.Facing Jenny's run, he behaved more like a mature and stable adult accommodating a stubborn little girl.

Most of the time, aren't you accommodating Jenny's little girl?

Thinking about this, Catherine couldn't help laughing when she saw that her friend didn't get a cheap look in the verbal confrontation with Simon.

"Where are you from?" Janet immediately glared at her with dissatisfaction at the light of Catherine's chuckle, warning, and immediately turned to Simon again.The eyes turned, and the woman suddenly changed her face like a goblin, without any anger, and slowly took out the wallet from the shoulder bag, took out a 100-dollar bill and shook it in front of Simon. Put it in the piano box and said: "Now, little boy, I just didn't hear enough, sing another song. However, if I am not satisfied, I will get the money back."

Simon nodded: "Well, just wait for you to open a bottle of red wine."

"Hello, haven't you heard? I mean..." Janet just wanted to make a statement, but the boy in front of him had already started to pluck the strings, but this time on the expensive Gibson acoustic guitar Dingdingdongdong's short notes, she felt a little familiar, but for a while, she didn't remember where she had heard it, subconsciously: "This, I know, um, yes..."

Simon plucked the strings several times, familiarizing himself with the feel, and looked up at the two women in front of him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, saying, ""Flying Bee", to Jenny."

The voice fell, and the swift and rapid music had jumped on the strings in front of Simon.

The rapid tune that started with a fast descending scale suddenly produced a picture of a flexible wasp leaning down and rushing towards the evil weaver and cook girl in the story. Immediately, the tune began to roll up and down like the wasp. Flashing agilely.

As the most well-known soundtrack of the Russian composer Kosakoff's opera "The Story of the King of Satan", "Wild Bees" appeared in "Green Hornet", "Shining Style", "Unspeakable Secrets", etc. In a lot of film and television works,

Compared with those guitarists who blindly seek fast and cause a lot of mistakes and even play the "Wild Bee Flying Dance" into a nest of blasted wasps, Simon pays more attention to the integrity of the song, so he did not deliberately pursue speed.

However, the standard sixteenth note tuned with Simon's hand speed of about 170 beats per minute, the high-speed tune suddenly pouring out, still forming a wonderful freeze frame around the street in an instant.

Pedestrians within the envelope of the piano sounds were almost stunned for a short time, and then everyone focused their eyes on a big boy with a focused expression.

The mother pushing the stroller stopped;

The couple who chose the crafts put down the matryoshka in their hands;

The boy who wanted to quickly pass the crowd stepped on the skateboard under his feet;

The middle-aged man on the street bench removed the newspaper in front of him;

A mad woman who wanted to continue to stab also widened her eyes and closed her mouth tightly.

At this moment, the big boy in front of him seems to be the center of this universe.

The melody sounded for more than ten seconds. A fashionable young girl who was standing in front of the stall next to Simon seemed to wake up like a dream. She panicked the ultra-eight-millimeter camera lens in hand to a boy.

In fact, she passed by the boy half an hour ago and listened to him singing Jony Mitchell's "Big-Yellow-Taxi" with a very unique arrangement, so she remembered her greenness And rebellious girlhood.

In the New Year just entering the ninth grade, in order to prepare for the school Christmas party, under the pressure of strict parents, I rehearsed the song of Joni Mitchell in the basement of my friend’s house with my friends.

*He built a road to heaven.

*Build a parking lot.

*There are boutique shops, pink hotel.

* And various playgrounds.

*……

Jonnie Mitchell is really a poet and admirable.

So many years have passed.

Looking back suddenly.

It's like a world away.

She loves music, painting, and movies, and dreams of becoming an artist like Jonnie Mitchell, but then she followed Yale Law School in accordance with her parents' wishes.

In an instant, it was already a junior.

Inadvertently traveling, inadvertently by the street, and hearing the song that year again, many thoughts of the girlhood suddenly came to mind.

So, he wandered around Venice Beach for a while, but turned back unconsciously, hiding next to him and pretending to be a passerby, wanting to hear the boy singing "Big-Yellow- Taxi" again.

To this end, the camera in the bag was taken out, and he wanted to secretly record the video of his singing.

Then I heard the conversation between him and the two women just now.

And the stunning "Wild Bee Flying" at this time.

She is also called Jenny.

Standing by and listening to the boy say the phrase ""Flying Bee", to Jenny", the string in the heart was even plucked.

Many people on the street came together, and she no longer held her back, quietly walked over, hidden herself in the crowd, adjusted the camera lens in her hand, and focused on the figure of the strings in front of her eyes. The deep guitar skills felt a little shock.

She had studied piano, and the top pianist whose parents specifically invited her to teach her happened to also demonstrate the song to her, and explained many of the details to her.So she knew that it wasn’t too difficult for “Flying Bee” to pop out, but it was not easy to play well.

Moreover, compared to the piano, it is more difficult to perfectly express this piece with a guitar with only a few strings.

But the boy in front of him at this time not only achieved this, but even created a strong picture of a wasp flying in the crowd in the small world surrounded by piano sounds through a perfect interpretation.

Afterwards, what surprised her even more was that after finishing the first round of 70 seconds or so, the boy didn't pause, and immediately started the second round, and the rhythm was obviously accelerated, but the tune didn't get out of shape.

This should be more than 200 shots per minute, right?

She thought to herself, a minute passed quickly.

Loop again, the tune accelerates again.

Then again.

On the fifth pass, she felt that even if the boy's hand speed was less than 300 beats per minute, it was probably the same.

The sixteenth note of "Wild Bee Flying", with four notes per beat and a hand speed close to 300 beats, is already a level that only the top guitarists can achieve.At this time, it appeared abruptly on an ordinary street boy.

Is this an illusion?Or is it a splendid event in Venice Beach?

Although it felt a little weird, she instinctively felt that the boy could certainly be faster.

However, when the last performance ended, the piano sound came to an abrupt end.

She looked away from the boy's side face and found that the other party's palm was carefully pressed against the string, apparently not intending to continue.

A series of slightly regretful sighs appeared in the air.

Immediately afterwards, all the pedestrians on the sidelines all applauded enthusiastically.

She also wanted to applaud, but found that she still had a camera in her hand.

So he quickly turned it off, put it down without a trace, and glanced at him guilty.Although I couldn't record the "Big-Yellow-Taxi" I wanted, this video is definitely enough for me to treasure.

In the applause of the crowd, the boy thanked everyone politely, and some people generously put several large sums of money into the boy's piano case.

She glanced, and the $100 that the woman had just put in was still striking.However, the $10 that he had not paid attention to half an hour ago was covered by other banknotes.

Inexplicably sorry, although there was still a lot of cash in her wallet, she instinctively dared not step forward.

Fear that he noticed himself.

Such a humble girl.

Thinking about it for a while, the audience was still dispersed.

Realizing that you should turn around and leave, but there are still a few people, it seems okay to stay for a while.

Then I heard that the woman who was very unkind to him just asked him in a somewhat stuttering tone: "That, little boy, last time you said... well, which mental hospital did you come from?"