Brosnan looked like a master, but he actually enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped. Otherwise, why would he still go to his own coffee shop to play from time to time at the age of 60?
Brosnan raised his hands slightly and gestured for the audience to be quiet. Immediately, the crowd in the coffee shop quickly settled down and became silent.
Then, he gently pulled out a round stool and sat in front of the white piano.
A solemn atmosphere arose spontaneously in the cafe. After a brief silence, Brosnan's old but slender and flexible fingers fell on the keys.
The melodious and rhythmic sound of the piano resounded in the coffee shop in an instant. Everyone sitting in the coffee shop pricked up their ears and listened attentively.
As Brosnan said, he was playing a classic piece from "The Pianist on the Sea," which was played by Jerry, the founder of jazz in the movie. In addition, he had added some of his own adaptations, which made the whole piece more layered.
Beautiful notes jumped out of his fingertips like a waterfall, like lively and lovely elves, circling every corner of the coffee shop and cheering.
His music was extremely smooth, just like silk that had just been woven. It fell straight down like mercury, hit the ground, and then bounced up again, adding a bit of liveliness.
Brosnan's adaptations on the basis of traditional blues made his piano sound even more beautiful than the original sound in the movie.
His artistic achievement in arranging music was comparable to that of Ennio Molicone, the film arranger of "The Pianist on the Sea," and his achievement in performance was comparable to that of Gida Bhuta, the performer of the film's original sound track.
At this time, Brosnan, a real master of arranging and performing, played a piece in the cafe that surpassed the original soundtrack in terms of artistic achievement.
Although Jerry and 1900, portrayed in the movie, could be regarded as the most perfect piano artists of that era, the music of the movie itself was still just an ordinary modern score, which was not so perfect.
Ennio and Gida might be world-renowned, but they were not undeservedly unsurpassed.
It might be more difficult to judge the quality of music than to select an Oscar winner.
In a certain sense, perhaps only Chen Guang himself knew what a perfect piece of music that was made up in movies was like. It didn't exist, but it was something that everyone in the world was in awe of.
Just like now, when everyone else was intoxicated by it, he was the only one who was unmoved. He even felt disgusted by Brosnan's adaptation.
The effect of Jerry's performance, which he had encountered in the World in the Cup, was indeed somewhat different from that of the Italian national treasure, Gida. However, it was completely different from Brosnan's seemingly exquisite but actually "stupid and clumsy" adaptation. Instead, it was truly beyond the limits of human beings and only belonged to God.
Perhaps it was because Chen Guang had seen what true perfection looked like, so his expectations of Brosnan were too high. At the very least, it sounded like Brosnan had done a great job in the ears of others.
Finally, when Brosnan finished his performance, the cafe burst into thunderous applause after a brief silence.
The old man stood up from his stool, bowed to the audience below the stage, and said, "The score is on the Apple computer in front of the piano. Are any of you interested in coming up and playing? Of course, it doesn't matter if you know the original version of the movie, but you can't play 'Come Back, Dad'! I dare not compare myself to Mr. Jerry Morton, and you can't compare yourselves to 1900, right? We're just playing a simple theme. "
As soon as Brosnan's voice fell, many people in the cafe were eager to have a try.
Professional pianists wanted to try Brosnan's adapted blues with Mississippi Pearls, and there were also people who had deliberately practiced movie soundtracks before who wanted to show off in front of everyone.
But even so, no one stood up and went straight to the stage.
This seemed to be a very casual private occasion, but because there were too many celebrities here, the value of this performance was raised a lot out of thin air.
Of course, it was great to play well, but if you messed up, it would be a great shame.
The keyboardist of the five-member band sitting at the same table as Chen Guang was also one of the people who was tempted. He said to the young man with bird 's-nest hair next to him, "Although I'm not very skilled, I really want to give it a try."
"Then be brave and go up there!"
"There are many seniors here. I'll see the situation first. If no one goes up in 30 seconds, I'll give it a try."
Brosnan seemed to have guessed this scene, and he was a little disappointed. He said, "Actually, my friend Malfoy Bentler was also going to come today. I was going to invite him to play this song directly."
As soon as Brosnan's voice fell, people in the cafe began to whisper.
Malfoy Bentler was also a celebrity among celebrities in Europe and the United States. In the past 10 or 20 years, he had produced soundtracks for more than 100 movies, and his artistic achievements were not inferior to Ennio Morricone's.
In addition to being a musician, Mr. Bentler was also a standing member of the Academy Award Committee, and his opinion on the selection of the Academy Award for Best Music was very important.
At this moment, he was in an old castle villa less than half a kilometer away from the cafe.
"Mr. Brosnan, then why didn't Mr. Bentler come?"
Someone in the crowd asked loudly.
Chen Guang rolled his eyes silently. He had a hunch that he was going to be attacked every day.
Sure enough, Brosnan sighed. "Because of some special reasons that everyone knows, Malfoy temporarily changed his itinerary. At least, he probably won't come out of the villa before the Huaxia man leaves Princeton."
The crowd in the cafe suddenly became excited.
"Damn the Huaxia man!"
"We can't let him behave atrociously on American soil!"
"Although his movie is really good, he can't treat Mr. Joshtan like this. He's humiliating us!"
"We should unite and ask the diplomats to put him on the list of unwelcome people and expel him from the country!"
"Before he is expelled, we should teach him a lesson. He's too arrogant!"
The young man sitting in front of Chen Guang also shouted loudly, "That Huaxia man better not appear in front of me, or I'll beat the sh * t out of him!"
Looking at Su Tao, Chen Guang pondered in his heart, 'Honestly speaking, I can beat a hundred of you without batting an eye with your appearance.'
The noise in the cafe lasted for a few minutes before it calmed down. Although not everyone hated the Huaxia man Chen Guang, it was obvious that everyone agreed with Brosnan on his territory.
Chen Guang glanced around and saw that only Elma Watson and a few other people did not join in the uproar.
Sigh, detestable Donald, you've had your fun running around naked, but I've become a f * cking scapegoat. I've almost become a street rat!
Brosnan called out again, "Okay, okay, everyone, quiet down. Don't talk about unhappy things. Although it's a pity that I can't perform with Malfoy on the same stage, it's an honor for me to be able to perfect the song in Pianist on the Sea. In fact, I didn't adapt this song alone, but Malfoy and I did it together. Everyone, thank him. "
After insulting the Huaxia man Chen Guang, Brosnan decisively turned everyone's attention back to him. After all, his main purpose today was to show off and enjoy the joy of success.
"Thank you, Mr. Brosnan and Mr. Bentler, for your contributions!"
"You two are indeed one of the most outstanding music artists in the world today!"
The people in the cafe did not disappoint him, and all kinds of mushy flattery rose to the sky.
Only Chen Guang, who was hiding behind his sunglasses, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered disdainfully. You're a frog at the bottom of a well. You're not perfect at all. You're just wasting it!
Bang!
"Sunglasses man, what do you mean? What was that expression on your face just now? Are you looking down on Mr. Brosnan? "
The keyboardist, who was sitting opposite Chen Guang, turned around and saw the cold smile on Chen Guang's face, which was out of place with everyone else. He was instantly enraged.
From the beginning, they didn't like Chen Guang, but they had been holding back their temper. Now, not only did Chen Guang not give them face, but he even looked down on Brosnan in public. This young man couldn't stand it.
You can scold me, but you can't insult my idol!
The keyboardist's voice was so loud that countless eyes in the cafe focused on him and Chen Guang.
Originally, as the only man in sunglasses in the cafe, Chen Guang had been a maverick because he loved sunglasses more than Brother Mars. Now, he had become the target of public criticism.
The keyboardist looked at Chen Guang angrily, feeling both angry and proud.
Annoying mysterious boy, aren't you very arrogant?
Keep being arrogant!
Let's see how you can be arrogant now!
Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. You don't understand music at all!
That's why you're smiling like that!
You were looking down on people just now!
The other four people at the same table as Chen Guang also looked at Chen Guang with great interest and didn't say a word.
They wouldn't help Chen Guang explain. Their purpose was to see Chen Guang embarrass himself.
They didn't believe that this guy would dare to be arrogant in front of so many people on such an occasion.
Chen Guang looked around silently and saw that everyone was looking at him with unkind eyes. He then turned his head to the keyboardist in front of him and saw a little pride in the guy's angry eyes.
Chen Guang thought to himself, This bastard must think that I'm pretending to be a grandson and that he can finally embarrass me.
But I'm sorry, I'm worried that I don't have a title, so it's not convenient for me to go on stage and slap people in the face.
You're giving me a pillow when I want to doze off!
Thank you so much!
Chen Guang stood up slowly. "You're right, young man. I really don't like the arrogant words of this Brosnan."
"F * ck! Beat him up! "
"Sh * t!"
"B * tch!"
As soon as Chen Guang said that, the crowd exploded. A few hot-tempered people jumped up and were about to rush forward. On the other hand, the five-member band at the same table as Chen Guang was very restrained.
They were stunned.
They had thought that the man in sunglasses was just eccentric and eccentric, but now they knew that he was a psychopath!
He didn't know fear at all and didn't know the basic respect for others!
At that moment, Chen Guang pulled out the chair behind him and walked forward.
As he walked, he deliberately straightened his hands and groped in front of him, then pretended to trip over a leg of a table, and almost fell to the ground.
The angry crowd quickly calmed down.
Oh, so he's blind.
Poor guy, no wonder he refused to take off his sunglasses.
The lead singer of the five-member band, the young man with the bird 's-nest haircut, was very puzzled. Didn't he have good eyes and quick reflexes when I tried to grab his sunglasses? How could he be blind?
No, could it be that he used his ears to judge my hand movements?
Is he the blind man in Chinese movies?
While the young man with the bird 's-nest haircut was puzzled, Chen Guang had already approached the stage. Then, he pulled over the stool in front of the Pearl of the Mississippi and sat down.
He turned his head back and smiled under his sunglasses, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Mr. Brosnan just said that anyone who is interested can come up and play the same song as him. I didn't intend to go up on stage, but I think your blind worship is too stupid and ridiculous. Now, I'll tell you why I think Brosnan is talking nonsense. I'll tell you what the real blues is! "
After Chen Guang finished speaking, he ignored all the voices in the noisy cafe. Under Brosnan's angry and confused gaze, he turned around and touched the keys with lightning speed!
Lowly mortals, you will never understand that the perfection you see will always be the perfection of mortals!
Real perfection only exists in the Old Man's World of Cups, which is perfection created by the power of the real God!
Listen up, all of you!
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