The Greatest Showman

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Renly didn't lose his mind, even though "Fast \u0026 Furious 5" was a big summer box office success, even though "Cleopatra" still stayed on the Billboard singles chart, but Renly did. You know, after two years of rolling in Hollywood, in essence, there is still not much difference between him and the newcomer. The current attention and popularity are just bubbles accumulated in a short period of time.

The number of his fans is not large, and as for the fans, it is estimated that it is even less.

From the beginning to now, music has always been just a hobby. The act of recording "Cleopatra" was a gift of kindness, and it has never changed. Such a hobby, in Renly's view, is very personal, egoistic, and special. Working with George on the album "Don Quixote" was less an album release than the self-entertainment of a small group of dreamers.

Don't say that someone would specifically support an independent album like "Don Quixote", even if someone specifically came to Pioneer Village to support his performance, Renly felt incredible and unreal. But at this moment, all this is really happening in front of us.

Pushing the door into the Pioneer Village, there was a lively scene inside. Stanley Charlesson said loudly, "Move away, move away." He instructed everyone to move all the tables and chairs in the bar to the warehouse for stacking. , emptied the entire venue; Neil Tucson and his friends in the kitchen were coming in with a large barrel of beer, shouting, "Get out, get out."

On the stage, George Slender was waving his hands vigorously, shouting loudly, "Don't, don't..." He didn't know what he didn't want; then Ed sat at the front of the stage and adjusted his guitar. - Sheeran's face was focused, out of tune with the surrounding noise, but completely natural.

In the sight, there are no large posters, no deliberate decoration, or even obvious signs. Even if it is said that the Balloon Dance competition is about to be held, this is convincing. This made Renly wonder again: Are William and the others sure they haven't gone to the wrong place? Or is this just an April Fool's Day - or super early Halloween prank, so to speak? Or else, it's Ed Sheeran's fan meeting, and lo and behold, isn't Ed tuning?

"Hey, Renly!" Ed raised his head, and in the brightly lit bar, he saw Renly who was still in a dazed state after coming in. The joy between his eyes burst out instantly, and he didn't even have time to put down the guitar and directly Standing up, he trotted all the way towards Renly, "Hey, why are you here!"

Eddie gave Renly a big hug with joy, but the obvious height difference forced him to stand on tiptoe and try his best to get up enough, and then he barely patted Renly on the back. The picture looks very happy.

Renly regained his senses a little. "So, what the hell is going on here? Can someone update me?"

Ed's eyes widened, his hairy face was like a kiwi that exploded, exaggerated and vivid, "Of course it's for the 'Don Quixote' album!" Today's Ed seems to be less restrained, The whole person became light and lively, "Jesus Christ, although I said that, I already knew it, but this is really a he/mo/perfect album! I can't describe my mood, I can only say, you really are Give me complete surrender."

"I thought you already said that when we first met." Seeing that Renly was still in the mood to joke, he knew that he had completely recovered, but the joke was a joke, and he looked up. Look at the raucous bar, "Are you sure? They're not here for your new album?"

Ed's debut single, 'the-a-tea', was released in April, and as soon as it came out, it shot up to number three on the UK Singles Chart, almost rocketing to the top. Get up. Although Ed's main activity area is still in the UK, the headquarters of the Atlantic Records company he signed is based in the United States, and he will not miss the development of the American market.

If Ed Sheeran was the protagonist of the party today, then Renly would have no problem. Whether it's Atlantic Records' deep pockets or the popularity of "Top", including the attention that Ed's own YouTube page has earned, today's pomp can be reasonably explained.

"No, my album 'Plus' (+)' is due out next Monday, but only in the UK. I'm going back to London next week to start promoting the new album." Ed Jane Simple Shan summed up his current situation in one sentence, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his expression, "Renly, until now, I haven't officially said 'thank you'. If I didn't meet you, I still don't know. What will my music career be like?"

"You're still going to be a singer, a great singer." Renly told the truth, Ed Sheeran's popularity and achievements in his last life were not compromised in the slightest.

But Ed thought that Renly was being humble. Looking at Renly in front of him, he wanted to say something more, but he didn't know how to express it. He could only let out a long sigh of gratitude. Emotions are hidden deep inside. "Today, today's protagonist is you. Believe me, the fanatical fans outside, they are all here for you. Remember what you said to me at the beginning? Someone who really cares about music will eventually understand. Maybe not much, but it does exist."

"Renly!" A surprised shout penetrated the noise and liveliness of the bar, and instantly made everyone's eyes come over. Nathan Price walked over quickly, carrying a case of red wine in his hand, forgetting to put it down,

Carrying the weight like this, he went straight to meet him, "When did you come back? Why didn't you call me? I can pick you up at the airport in advance?" Exudes a light breath.

Seeing Renly's figure, everyone nodded, waved, smiled, and greeted in their own way. Stanley and George both temporarily stopped their work and walked towards Renly, but their footsteps Before he could get close, Neil rushed over as if stepping on a hot wheel, and gave Renly a big hug, shouting, "Mad, mad, mad!"

Renly rolled his eyes speechlessly: Who the hell is crazy? The one who stood there innocently trying to figure out the situation, or the one who screamed like a circus clown?

Neil immediately deciphered the meaning of Renly's expression, but he didn't care, jumping up excitedly, "I told you, I told you!" It seems that he had foreseen today two years ago. , the joy and pride of that achievement was rampaging in his chest, almost bursting out.

No need for Renly to ask, Neil took the initiative to say, "I know that music that is really made with heart must be heard by someone. After 'Don Quixote' was released, I just mentioned it on Facebook and YouTube. , do you know how many albums have been sold in the past two weeks?" Before Renly could open his mouth, Neil couldn't wait to answer, "Six thousand, Jesus Christ, six thousand to the hell! Number one! Two thousand a week, four thousand the next day! God!"

Neil grabbed his hair, and even now, he still finds the numbers unbelievable. Even Renly is no exception.

The downturn in the North American music market is a common phenomenon. Although it is true that top popular singers sell 500,000 or more in the first week of album release; albums that sell more than 100,000 in a single week still exist, but after all, this is only a few, no matter how few.

If you look at the RIAA's sales figures, you can see the truth: the average weekly sales figures for the top 20 are around 20,000 to 30,000 copies, and as long as 10,000 copies are sold, there is no doubt about it. Could be in the top 50.

Of course, the current album sales also have to count digital audio sources, streaming media playback and other data, and the cumulative sales figures will be higher, and then reflected on the Billboard album chart. But, overall, the average sales figures for the entire market are at this level.

Now, the weekly sales of "Don Quixote" have reached 4,000 copies?

Without any publicity, without any radio distribution, or even without any official news, an album quietly sold 4,000 copies in a single week? Accumulated sales of 6,000 copies in two weeks? If none of this is a miracle, then nothing is.

Subconsciously, Renly turned his head to look at George and cast his eyes for confirmation. George's serious and rigid face, with a stern and bright light, did not nod or shake his head, but raised his voice, "Real music never dies. Maybe it will sink, maybe it will be Darkness looms, and it may fade away, but it will not disappear, never will. Dreams are like that, and so is freedom."

There is no positive response, but the passion and heat in George's heart are vividly displayed. Renly knew what Neil was telling the truth. Ren Li couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, but found that he couldn't say anything, and a wave of heat flowed through his chest, gentle, but surging, gentle, but turbulent, indifferent, but crazy.

Dreams don't die. Such a simple sentence, but it weighs like a thousand pounds, and it weighs heavily on the chest, making people crazy, intoxicating, and moving. Don Quixote's illusory dream of a knight was finally realized in the absurd and uninhibited reality.

The slightly trembling heart, the sight can't help but start to be gorgeous.

"...Renly, Renly, Renly!" Neil's excited voice was still roaring, pulling Renly's attention abruptly, "Look, look at the turbulent outside The crowd, you know? They're all here for you, or to be more precise, they're all here for 'Don Quixote', these are true music lovers and true dreamers! Incredible, Clam? But it all happened! It happened! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

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