Trafford’s Trading Club

“The singer's stage, now approaching the last alternate singer! ”

On stage, dressed as a gorgeous supporter, he shouted to the microphone: "I'm sure you'll be very curious about this new alternate singer! Who the hell is this guy? Hey, I can give you some information! As far as I know, this alternate singer, and the number one on our last show with almost all the votes, had a band together! ”

But the scene sounded so fierce... Shh!

Very few, very few dozens of people made amazing noises - they came from the last audience. But tens of thousands of people live can only be seen live or replayed online.

For the so-called champions of the previous issue, there has been basically a lot of verbal abuse since this week.

The moderator probably didn't expect to see such a contrast… he didn't seem to be able to hold these audiences back.

But his face was thick enough, and he smiled. “Looks like everybody's pretty enthusiastic? So it's not too late... please give us our last singer today! Please!”

After stepping out behind the stage and hearing the host's speech, Hung Guan took a deep breath and walked to the entrance, at which point… he was not alone.

There are two other young people, of similar age, dressed in ordinary clothes.

They each looked at each other, nodded their heads and stepped on each other's shoulders.

Get out of here!

The scene seemed very quiet at the moment… quiet was a little creepy. Hung Guan was stiff on his scalp and hung the guitar on the same side, reaching the lead singer's position.

And the other two youths, one in front of the electronic piano and one in front of the jazz drum, sat down!

The scene is still a dead end... Hong Guan knows that he has no fame, for these tens of thousands of people, he and they are just strangers, just for a chance to go to this big stage.

The audience's reaction is so... normal.

But he didn't care, and his gaze was at the row of seats in front of the stage. Hung Guan took a deep breath, picked up his microphone, and his voice was a little nervous, but powerful, “I know it's a little offensive... but allow me to say a few words before I officially begin. Because I know that I may never have the opportunity to say this on this big stage again... Thank you. ”

Hung Guan bowed deeply in front of the people.

The audience downstairs still looks very quiet at the moment... silently looking at the stage, looking at the screen too, looking at these three loose guys coming out of the background... who are these?

No one knows who they are… except one.

Apart from a sweaty back, breathing out, he appeared near the stage audience entrance, staring at the young man… so did he easily get the bass from the old man who exploded.

Instead, he looked shocked at the crown on the stage... and the other two next to the crown, “Why are they all here? ”

Again, besides him, besides Hung Kuan, besides the little dream that has disappeared, the other two, the guy who has long since quit!

“Cheng too! ”

Hung Guan, who bowed, raised his head suddenly at this moment and shouted loudly at the microphone: “Cheng too!! Can you hear me? There you are! Are you looking at me? I'm Hung Guan! He's a demon!! He's an old devil!! Are you watching!! Here we are!!! We are all here!!! ”

“I'm sorry!” Hung Guan took a deep breath and in the face of the entire audience, he growled out loud: “Sorry!! We quit one after the other!! One of us is breaking our previous promises!! Live, live! We can't lift our heads because of reality! We have to give up! To survive! Sorry!! We're all cowards! Sorry!!! ”

“Honestly! I used to hate you! For a moment, I was so jealous of you! I never thought, just after the last day I couldn't hold on, and the day you asked me to quit, you were appreciated! You're on a stage we've never thought about before! I'm so jealous! I really have to blame myself! Blame yourself, why don't you stick around for a few more days! ”

“But when I was watching you sing" Again "on stage that day in the studio, I suddenly realized... come here, we've never done this much like you! ”

“Yes, too! Cheng too! There you are! Are you watching us? We are all here now!!” Hung Guan's eyes are a little white and magnesium light silver, “I know you must be here! So, I'll just say one thing! Get the fuck on this stage right now! Because..."

He took a deep breath, exhausted all the oxygen in his lungs and yelled: "Because we, only together, are the real Again!!! That's the Again that Little Dream brought us!! ”

“Cheng too! Come out!!” Hung Guan looks angry in front of you, "is it your turn to be a coward this time!! Cheng Ya!! ”

The roar was like a subwoofer that was tuned to its maximum volume, and it vibrated around the way, accompanied by his heartbeat... strong and powerful.

A force that he didn't know where it came from, he subconsciously took the first step... the second step!

One step, two steps, three steps... Running!

He ran down the stairs and swept past the camera in front of the stage, like a lunatic, climbing up from below the stage.

Gasping, he stood at the edge of the stage and looked at Hung Guan angrily. Cheng also said angrily: “You dare say it again! Who's a coward!! ”

“You are!”

Hung Guan glanced backwards!

“Your father! ”

“You idiot!! ”

Cheng also lifted up the bass in his hand, "Take it back!! ”

Hung Guan stunned, surprised: “How did you get it back? ”

Cheng also smiled: “I picked it up on the way! ”

Hung Guan Haha smiled and suddenly reached out at his collar position and pulled out two necklaces. He tore one of them off hard and threw it at him as well.

When he caught the chain, Cheng suddenly looked up, “Where did you... find it? ”

Hung Guan softly said: “Silly donkey, I picked it up on the road too... Come on, Cheng too. We can't do this without you. ”

He walked towards Hung Guan consciously... Hung Guan didn't know the magic of the guitar, but he bravely stood on this stage, even if it might be a laugh or a shriek, he dared!

And I'm... scared!

My music, that's not true!

I want the music, our rock 'n' roll... not like this! Me... I didn't realize it, I gave up myself, I just wanted to have the guitar over there, and with its magic, I could ignore anything.

“Me, a real jackass! ”

……

“What the fuck? Forced incitement? It was arranged already? ”

“For the effect of the show? So fake...”

“Shh!!! ”

In the face of the audience's discourse and shouting, the director of the program had to rush up... How could this be so messy? Flying clouds entertaining this new guy?

As a guide to the show, he really didn't know there would be such a scene... as well, didn't he say he was injured in a car crash and was temporarily unable to enter the competition?

What makes directors even more depressing is the rapid response from the top. The director only heard the senior on the phone and seemed a little depressed, helplessly said... Agreed!

Shit!!

But the director couldn't resist orders of this kind, he could only hastily arrange to preside over the pressures on the scene, announce that the consent process also came to power again... it was a farce!

The director has even been on camera footage and sees a lot of audiences getting up and going towards the audience exit... probably after that, there will be another endless outrage on the internet?

This show has suffered the greatest black history! But the director is even more outraged that the same thing happened to Hung Guan and the same thing, but this time he said it on stage... as if it was completely inappropriate!

Are these two... are they really some kind of mysterious generation? With a mysterious force behind it?

But no matter how depressing the director was, the stage was reunited with Hung Guan, as well as the demon, the old devil. They spoke and waited for the programming group to set up.

“Monster, old devil... Hung Kuan, how did you find them?” Cheng also had to ask with curiosity.

“Oh, I called Director Cheng.” Hung Guan also had a surprise face: “In fact, when he said he wanted me on stage, he suddenly had this idea. So I mentioned it, I didn't expect Director Cheng to really bring me someone... and it's incredibly fast! ”

The demon with the long hair and the public's face disturbed his head at this moment: “Well... I just got off work and not many guys in black got into the car, covered their heads and passed out... when I woke up, this was it. ”

The old devil also had more than palpitations: “Me too! I just came home from drumming class and was tied up here. If I hadn't seen Hung Kuan here, I'd have thought I'd been kidnapped... but isn't it right? I can't support myself. Who's going to tie me up? ”

The demon suddenly said: "But... I'm sorry. Cheng Ya, Hung Guan, when I first quit, I didn't expect you to think of me here. I never dreamed that I would go on this stage myself, although I said..."

The little demon glanced at the audience and shook his head: “Though it doesn't look like much to see. ”

“Mother Hippie!” But the old devil said, "Come up here once, we can't lose! Just sing it! Labor used to be called the Back Sea Drum King, who is afraid of who! ”

“Seems to agree.” Hung Guan glanced and then looked at everyone: “Now that you're here, make our voice! Even once, we have to make the world remember us! ”

Hung Guan reached out his hand, and the demon and the old demon also reached over Hung Guan's palm, and the three of them also looked at the process. Cheng also looked at the three people with complexity, took a deep breath, and gently covered his palm on top.

“What are we! ”

Again!! ”

“Again, what are we!! ”

“Again!!!!! ”

With a smile on their face, they raised their heads courageously in the face of an extremely cold audience, facing the shadows that had begun to leave.

Hung Guan took off the hanging guitar and delivered it to Cheng Lian's hand. “You come! ”

“Wait... I, I'll just play bass.” Cheng also subconsciously hesitated, shook his head, this guitar… he couldn't play.

If that's the case, then it'll be a floodcap.

But Hong Guan didn't care. The guitar was rigorously put on Cheng, and he put the bass on himself, “Dumb ass, I'm your bass player! ”

Cheng also silently swept over the guitar string and nodded.

“Can your fingers...? ”

“If it's this song, no problem.” Cheng is also certain.

He looked at Hung Guan, at the demon, at the old demon... and found that when the guitar sounded, they weren't obsessed - that is, he still couldn't really use the guitar.

But... so what?

What if it doesn't work?

Cheng also went to the lead singer's position, Hung Guan was beside him, the demon was behind him, and the old demon was behind him... can't use it, so what?

The audience spit, so what?

So what if someone leaves?

I was singing like this... I was singing like this! After experiencing unquestioned experiences, wandering across the streets and living in precarious times, they have come.

Cheng also thought about the road he followed with the old man who exploded and remembered the moment he looked back at the gym.

Dream, I'm sorry, I've been cheating on myself. I thought my insistence was just because of you, to fulfill your dreams… for it I persisted until now.

But when I finished your dream and brought your song to the world, I realized.

I should let you go.

I should... face my own rock 'n' roll.

Because I, too, have always loved it... love it, not for others!

Goodbye, little dream... my most beautiful dream.

And now, again... again, I'm going after my own rock 'n' roll dream!

This time, for myself!

Even... nobody asked!

Whether this guitar works or not... I want to play it, I want to play it, I want to play it, I want to break my finger, I want to -- play it!

Close your eyes and adjust your emotions. Cheng also grabbed the microphone and said softly: "Forgive our discretion and the farce we just played. But... our voices will be here again. The next song, which used to accompany us, went through a lot of hard times. I think a lot of people would be inspired by it. The band that wrote this song is also our favorite… and our goal! ”

The sound of the electronic piano slowly comes to mind.

Cheng also closed his eyes and spoke gently.

Today I see the snow drifting in the cold.

... driftingafield with a cool heart.

- In the storm, catch up.

- I can't tell where it is in the fog.

- The sky is wide and you and I can change (who hasn't)...

……

Turn around, departed man, suddenly turn around.

And those who were impatient, suddenly they were quiet.

They looked at them on the screen silently and listened to the phrase.

Listen to the guitar, the bass, the electric piano, the jazz drums.

It stopped.

It all stopped.

In the night sky, Rocciu's ears listened, seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he gently covered his palms in his ears and read them softly: "I heard this song, their song. I finally heard it. It's beautiful. It's beautiful. ”