The Greatest Showman

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Simple and pure, so clean that there is no modification, the hoarse voice of vicissitudes of life is softly humming moving poems, no ups and downs, no stormy waves, no storms, just a touch of emotion, a little sadness, a little bitterness, a little regret, A little sigh... It was like an elf with vibrating wings, flying up and down between the verdant forest and the dazzling sunshine, caught off guard, and hit the softest part of the heart so fiercely, Before he had time to respond, his vision was blurred.

Everyone can sing, but not everyone can tell stories with singing, and not everyone can touch the soul with singing.

When the song ended, Renly held the guitar and sat quietly in the chair without speaking. The entire recording studio also became quiet, and the quiet mood slowly spread in the air, as if time had lost its meaning.

"...Very good." The man sitting in front of the audio console opened his mouth and said, his voice was a little hoarse, and he could hear a little nasal voice, but he immediately realized his mistake, Renly couldn't hear his voice, He quickly pressed the red button on the desktop and said into the microphone, "Very good. I mean, very good." The same words were repeated several times, and he was a little flustered. He released his right hand, but then He pressed it down again, "Renly, when was this song composed?"

"Not long ago. A song written by a parent to a child." Renly's voice was slightly lost, as if lost in his own memories.

The song was inspired by Derek and Allie. In them, Renly saw Ding Yanan's shadow.

Parents are always like this, carefully caring for their children and waiting for them for the rest of their lives, but because they are too sincere, they are overwhelmed, lest they make a wrong step and can never recover. One day, I suddenly realize that life cannot be planned, and the future is unpredictable. Instead of holding hands and standing still, it is better to let the children's wings fly, wait cautiously behind them, and support them with both hands. Soaring in the middle, injured, tired, and lonely, I can still find a habitat to avoid the wind and rain of the world.

In the last life, after the doctor pronounced the result of high paralysis, he began to blame his mother, hated her, and blamed her. He refused to eat, to open his mouth, to talk, or even to open his eyes. He was like an ostrich, trying to bury his head in the sand, but closing his eyes was the only way out.

In the face of his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up, waiting by the hospital bed without any regrets, taking care of his daily life, silently bearing the resentment and pain emanating from his whole body, until he was tired. , Tired, figured out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want water." It was the first time in a month that he had spoken to her, hard, not warm at all.

She silently prepared warm water, inserted a straw, served him after drinking the water, wanted to leave, but did not dare to go far, and finally just walked to the window sill. He gritted his teeth, let the tears fall, and cried quietly like that. It was the first time he saw her fragility after the car accident. The dazzling sunlight swallowed, crying to the point of being unable to control myself, but there was no sound at all.

Heather did, and so did Derek and Ellie. Their biggest wish is to restore Heather to health, but this wish is difficult to reach the sky. The only thing they can do is to build a sheltered harbor for Heather with both hands, hoping that smile and happiness can return to Heather's face. On this thorny road of life, go solidly to each day in the future.

People are always like this, trapped in their own world, unable to clear the fog, and only know how to cherish when they are lost. However, everything was already too late. Father, like son.

"How many times have I crossed boundaries just to be close to you, no one loves you like I do. Listen to this melody from the heart, no one loves you like I do."

It's a song from Renly to Derek and Allie, a song from Renly to Heather, and a song to every child at Mount Sinai Hospital. In the last life, he missed it, so he doesn't want to see other people miss it this time.

Herbert Jones opened his mouth with tears in his eyes. He was really embarrassed. "Renly...you, are you sure you are only twenty-one years old?" A song written by parents to children? Does Renly have children now?

The astonished question suddenly made the atmosphere in the recording studio relaxed, and everyone couldn't help but smile.

Then Herbert heard a voice behind him, "It's not only the years that leave gifts." In addition to time, there are books, newspapers, and articles. The reason why people read books is not just for the sake of Occupation is not only for food and clothing, but also for wisdom.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the stranger standing at the door. Nathan couldn't help but exclaimed, "Roy! Why are you here?" friend.

Renly was still sitting in the recording studio, waved at Roy as a greeting, and then said into the microphone again, "Herbert, focus, focus, so, what needs to be corrected just now? We're recording now, not chatting in a tavern."

"Yes, yes." Herbert reacted immediately, took a deep breath, regained his strength, and started a discussion with Renly.

Roy just walked into the recording studio, closed the room door, and fell on the three strange faces on the sofa, but none of the three said hello.

Meaning, Roy looked at Nathan, and Nathan shrugged. His eyes were so secretive that he couldn't explain it for a while. He lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you here?"

Roy walked to the side, sat down beside Nathan, and explained in a low voice, "I just happened to be fine today, so I wanted to come and have a look." But out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but fall on the two people, and their conversation didn't make any difference. He didn't hide his intentions from other people, and he always proceeded at a normal volume.

"How is it? How do you feel?" What he said was an old man wearing a plaid shirt and a bow tie. He still wore it like this in the hot June. At first glance, he knew that he was a rigid and conservative person.

Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man of about forty-five years old. The hairline has retreated to the back of his forehead, revealing the shiny Mediterranean Sea. There is not much hair left, trying to take care of it, but it is still warped. Up, such small details can be seen that usually he should be a slovenly or informal person, and the simple gray t-shirt with jeans also proves this.

"Wow, it's really good." The middle-aged man gently closed his jaw, and the admiration between his eyebrows was much more sincere than simple words, "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor, But few people know that he is also a good singer."

"In my opinion, he is a waste of being an actor. The singer is his real talent." The middle-aged man sitting next to him neither refuted nor agreed, but just looked at it with a smile. The old man then asked, "What do you think? Now that we have recorded sixteen songs, each of which is a masterpiece, it is more than enough to make an album. If you want, you can listen to the mother of the whole album first. bring."

"Sixteen?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and seemed to be quite critical, but after thinking about it, he did not continue to ask, making it difficult to understand his mind, and then changed the subject, "George , you should know that there is no market for such songs. Now in North America, there is no record company that dares to do folk songs at all, even Jason Mayez has the same difficulty. If you want to do folk songs, you have to go to England."

"But what about 'Cleopatra'? You don't know it, do you?" The old man said with a firm expression, not at all flustered, "Besides, Renly is not a casual singer, he is now everyone's favorite. Attention-grabbing actors. Just a simple publicity, there must be a chemical effect, as long as someone pays attention to this album, then we have confidence that word of mouth can spread, and sales will naturally not worry.”

"You also said that he is an actor, not a singer." The middle-aged man also refused to give in and retorted with a smile, "Of course, I believe this is an excellent album, and it may even win the applause of those music critics. ."

"But", there is always a "but" behind such words, and sure enough, the middle-aged man changed the subject, "But, you should know that the popular, electronic and dance music that sells well now is the audience We all know these are slobber songs, they forget about it after a while, they don't have any meaning, they're just for enjoyment in a nightclub bar. But, they don't care, that's what they need. Now is the era of fast food, more than word of mouth In terms of quality, fast consumption and simple entertainment are the magic weapons to win.”

Roy couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. His eyes were always sincere, he was not arrogant and proud, but a trace of regret and helplessness could be heard in his tone.

"Excellent singers, great albums, but they don't mean great sales. We all hope to find more balance between art and business, and we don't want to lose quality, but, George, you should also know that You know, this is an album that is only artistic, not commercial. During the production process, you abandoned all commerciality and focused on art. I admit, this is really courageous. Then, you too You can’t expect it, and we companies are willing to pay for art.”

The words of the middle-aged man were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Roy could clearly see that the old man's back and shoulders had collapsed, and his fighting spirit seemed to be just like this little by little. The ground dissipated, making people feel sad and lonely.

Roy considered his tone and tone, and said, "It's not difficult to make a commercial album; but it's not easy to make an art album. Everyone can make a commercial album, but an art album is not. ."

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