Simon finally looked at Janet Johnston, with a slight smile, and said seriously: "Actually, I just want to invite Catherine alone, but it doesn't matter if you come together."
Upon hearing this, Janet immediately swept Catherine towards her, as if she was afraid that Simon would **** the woman away.
However, in an instant, she reacted again, squeezing out a slender index finger and continuing to gesture at the piano case under her feet, and said: "I mean, you can't even open a good bottle of red wine for your money. "
Simon plucked the strings at random and said, "I won't drink the wine bar this time. I am a boy who invites two women to dinner and also drinks red wine. It will be misunderstood."
Janet glanced at Simon's clothes and said with contempt: "Who can misunderstand you."
Simon also glanced at the Hermes satchel on Janet's shoulder and smiled: "Yes, so, I'm afraid you two will be misunderstood."
Janet blinked her eyes in a daze, only then did she understand, and stared at Simon fiercely: "Ah!"
When she just stumbled across Simon on the street, Catherine wanted to walk by silently.
Simon left a very deep impression on her during the last encounter. The woman subconsciously felt that he was naturally proud of such an excellent boy, and perhaps she did not want to see him embarrassed at this time.
Catherine had to meet Simon only when she was forcibly pulled by her friend.
At this time, listening to Jenny running against Simon with words, Catherine wanted to stop, but noticed the faint smile on Simon's face without caring, and the woman suddenly felt a little more clear.
He is naturally proud, and she can be sure of this from the many details of the first meeting.
However, this pride obviously does not carry a certain kind of paranoia originating from deep inferiority complex. Therefore, he did not feel how embarrassed he was at this time. In the face of Jenny's run, he behaved more like a mature adult accommodating a naughty little girl.
Most of the time, isn't she accommodating the same temperament as Jenny's little girl?
Thinking about it this way, Catherine couldn't help but laugh when her friend didn't seem to ask for any advantage in the verbal confrontation with Simon.
"Which side are you from?" Upon hearing Catherine's chuckle, Janet gave her a dissatisfied look, gave her a warning, and immediately turned to Simon. As her eyes rolled, the woman suddenly changed her face like a fairy. She didn't have the anger she had just received. She slowly took out the wallet from her bag, took out a $100 bill and shook it in front of Simon. Put it in the piano case and said, "Now, little boy, I haven't heard enough just now. Let's sing another song. But if I am not satisfied, I have to get the money back."
Simon nodded: "Well, just wait to open a bottle of red wine for you."
"Hey, didn't you hear? I mean..." Janet just wanted to make another statement, but the boy in front of him had already started plucking the strings. This time, on the expensive Gibson guitar with a clear tone, he was playing a paragraph. She felt a little familiar with the short notes of Dingdingdongdong, but she did not remember where she had heard it for a while, and subconsciously said: "This, I know, um, it is..."
Simon repeatedly plucked the strings several times and got acquainted with the feel. He raised his head and looked at the two women in front of him, with a faint smile at the corners of his lips, and said, "Bumblebee Flying Dancing, to Jenny."
When the voice fell, the clever and rapid music had already jumped on the strings in front of Simon.
The hurried tunes that started with a series of fast descending scales suddenly made people produce a flexible wasp leaning over and rushing down to the scene of the evil weaver and cook in the story. Then, the tune began to roll up and down, just like the wasp. Flicker and move quickly.
As the most well-known soundtrack of the Russian composer Korsakov's opera "The Story of the King Satan", "Bumblebee Flying" appeared in "The Green Hornet", "Shining Demeanor", "Secrets That Cannot Be Said", etc. In many film and television works, and with its extremely fast melody, it has gradually become a dazzling masterpiece for many musicians to show their musical skills.
Compared to guitarists who blindly seek speed and cause a lot of mistakes and even blast the hornet into a nest of 'Wild Bees', Simon pays more attention to the integrity of the music, so he does not deliberately pursue speed.
However, the standard sixteenth note tune was blessed by Simon's hand speed of about 170 beats per minute, and the high-speed tune that suddenly flowed out still instantly formed a wonderful freeze frame around the street.
Pedestrians in the area covered by the sound of the piano were almost taken aback for a while, and then everyone focused on a big boy with a focused expression.
The mother pushing the stroller stopped;
The couple who chose the crafts put down the doll 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 certain mad woman who wanted to continue to **** also opened her eyes wide and closed her mouth tightly.
At this moment, the big boy focused in front of him seemed to be the center of this universe.
The tune rang for more than ten seconds, and a stylishly dressed young girl who was standing in front of the stall next to Simon seemed to wake up from a dream. She panicked and pointed the ultra-eight millimeter camera lens in her hand at a certain boy.
In fact, she passed in front of the boy half an hour ago, listening to him sing the song "Big-Yellow-Taxi" by Jonnie Mitchell with a very unique arrangement, so she thought of her youthfulness And the rebellious teenage period.
In the new year when I just entered the ninth grade, in order to prepare for the school Christmas party, under strict parental pressure, I rehearsed this song by Jonnie Mitchell with my friends in the basement of my friend's house.
*He built a road to heaven.
* Build a parking lot.
*There are also boutique shops, pink hotels.
* And various playgrounds.
*...
Jonnie Mitchell is really a poet, admirable.
So many years have passed.
Suddenly looking back.
It seems like a world away.
She likes music, painting, and movies. She dreamed of becoming an artist like Jonnie Mitchell, but later entered Yale Law School in accordance with the wishes of her parents.
Suddenly it was a junior.
Traveling inadvertently, inadvertently on the street, hearing that song again, so many thoughts of Girls' Generation suddenly came to my mind.
So I wandered around Venice Beach for a long time, but then turned back unknowingly, hiding beside him pretending to be a passerby, wanting to hear the boy sing "Big-Yellow-Taxi" again.
To this end, he took out the camera in the bag and wanted to secretly record a video of him singing.
Then I heard the conversation between him and the two women just now.
And the stunning "Bee Flying" at this time.
She is also called Jenny.
Standing by and listening to the boy saying, '"The Bee Flying Dancing", to Jenny', the string in my heart was even plucked.
Many people on the street leaned in, and she was no longer reserved, and she walked quietly, hiding herself in the crowd, adjusting the camera lens in her hand, focusing on the figure in front of her who was focused on plucking the strings, and at the same time, she felt towards the shabby boy The profound guitar skills feel a little shock.
She has learned the piano, and the top pianist whom her parents specially invited to teach her also happened to demonstrate this piece to her and explained many details to her. So she knows that "Bumblebee Flying" is not too difficult to pop, but it is 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 at this time, the boy in front of him not only did this, he even created a strong picture of a wasp flying in the crowd in the small world surrounded by the sound of the piano through a perfect interpretation.
Then, what surprised her even more was that after completing the first performance of about 70 seconds, the boy did not pause at all, and immediately started the second time, and the rhythm was significantly faster, but the tune was not changed at all.
This should exceed 200 shots per minute, right?
She thought to herself, one minute passed quickly.
Loop again, the tune accelerates again.
Then again.
On the fifth time, she felt that even if the boy's hand speed was less than 300 beats per minute, it would probably be the same.
The sixteenth note "Bumblebee Flying" has four notes per beat and a hand speed close to 300 beats, which is already a level that can only be achieved by the top guitarists. At this time, he appeared abruptly on an ordinary street boy.
Is this my own illusion? Or is it a supernatural event in Venice Beach?
Although it felt a little weird, she still instinctively felt that the boy could definitely be faster.
However, when the last performance was over, the piano sound stopped abruptly.
She looked down from the boy's side face and noticed that the other's palm was carefully pressed on the strings, obviously not intending to continue.
It was like a series of regretful sighs floating in the air.
Immediately, all the pedestrians on the street clapped enthusiastically.
She also wanted to applaud, but found that she was still holding the camera in her hand.
So he turned it off quickly, put it down without a trace, and gave him a guilty look. Although I could not record the "Big-Yellow-Taxi" that I wanted, this video is definitely enough to cherish myself.
Amid the applause of the crowd, the boy politely thanked everyone, and some people generously put several large banknotes in the boy's piano case.
She glanced at it, and the $100 that the woman had just put in was still eye-catching. However, half an hour ago, he took advantage of the 10 dollars he inadvertently put down, but it was already covered by other banknotes.
Inexplicably regrettable, although there was still a lot of cash in the wallet, she instinctively did not dare to step forward.
Fear that he noticed himself.
She is such a humble girl.
Thinking of this, the crowds around the audience still dispersed after a moment of excitement.
Realizing that I should turn around and leave, but there are still a few people, and it doesn't seem to matter to stay for a while.
Then I heard the woman who was very rude to him just now asked him in a somewhat stuttering tone: "Um, little boy, last time you said...Well, which mental hospital did you come from?"