Chapter 1709

Andrew went back to his regular life according to his father's expectation. Jazz seems to have disappeared from his life forever. Even the posters in his room have disappeared. He has completely become an ordinary college student and a member of the world in New York.

If there were no accidents, Andrew's life would be as calm as Nicole's.

By chance, Andrew passed by a jazz bar and noticed that the guest of the show was Terrence Fletcher. By surprise, he entered the bar and saw Fletcher playing the piano; But Andrew was just about to leave when he saw Fletcher, so he had to stay.

Fletcher was expelled from shelver college, he said it should be the parents of Sean Casey's class who were behind the scenes; At the same time, I regretted the parents' attitude and ideas.

"I think people don't know what I'm doing in shelver at all. I'm not in charge. Mentally retarded people can shake their arms to control the rhythm; I'm going to push them to the limit. I believe it's... It's absolutely indispensable! Otherwise, it will only waste the next Louis Armstrong, or the next Charlie Parker. "

So Fletcher said, and Andrew could not help but draw a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I told you the story of how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?" Although Andrew still remembers it, Fletcher still tells us once again how Joe Jones humiliated and oppressed Charlie Parker, and how Charlie Parker grew up through practice. Fletcher's eyes are filled with wonder and admiration. Without Joe Jones's curse and encouragement, there would be a lack of a master in jazz, "for me, It's definitely a tragedy. "

"But that's what you want now. People also wonder why jazz is dead. Just look at the Jazz albums in every Starbucks. There is no more hurtful word in English than "not bad." Fletcher's eyes were full of grief and strangulation.

Andrew thought, "isn't there a bottom line? You've crossed the line, and you've got the next Charlie Parker out of it? "

"No, of course not. Because the next Charlie Parker will never be dissuaded. " Fletcher said firmly.

Andrew seems to have some feelings. The light in his eyes is gathering again bit by bit. The deep emotion is quietly surging. It has a tremendous change with the calm and low-key appearance before entering the bar, just like... The sleeping soul has regained consciousness.

At the end of the night, Fletcher invited, "the band I'm practicing with is going to perform at the JVC, and the drummer is still in a bad mood. Do you know what I mean? I use all the music scores of the music room band, "Caravan" and "whipping". I need a drummer who can recite all the scores

"Where's Ryan Connery?" Andrew asked.

"He's always been my motivation for you." Fletcher said so.

"Turner?"

"Turner has transferred to medicine, and I think... He may have been dissuaded."

So Fletcher watched Andrew quietly, and Andrew didn't speak, just as he watched Fletcher quietly.

Slowly, slowly, the flame in Andrew's eyes happened to be ignited, and the vitality in his pupils seemed to be reviving little by little. The bright color was quietly flowing in his light brown pupils, seemed to be thinking, seemed to be hesitating, but he had made a decision early in his heart.

A look, from decadent to bright, from hesitation to firmness, from ashes to brilliance, does not need the assistance and supplement of language, but it has already explained too much.

After all, he belongs to jazz, from soul to skin, from thought to fingertips. Because, Ryan Connery degenerated into mediocrity, Carl Turner chose to give up, and Charlie Parker will not be discouraged, he is Fletcher's Charlie Parker.

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Andrew found his drum again and began to practice his repertoire. There was no extra lens to explain. However, from the details, he found that his fingers and tiger mouth were pasted with band aids again. It seemed that he could see the blood stains in the deep.

This is the mark of practice.

Andrew carefully finds Nicole's phone number in his mobile phone. After dialing, he sends out an invitation, hoping that Nicole can come to the Jazz Festival; Nicole's voice is still bright and sweet, but a little hesitant and alienated. She is not so willing to go, but she can't bear to refuse directly, so she said that she needs to ask her boyfriend.

Then it became clear.

In the close-up of the square, Andrew sits quietly on the edge of the bed. Nicole's voice comes from the receiver of his mobile phone. The light in his eyes dims slightly and drips out a touch of bitterness, but then it turns into a sigh and helplessness, and even some irony. Even he doesn't know what to expect.

After he hung up the phone, Andrew's mouth still kept its radian, but the focus and focus of his eyes were slowly collapsing, lost and confused, confused and sad, and the loneliness and loneliness of gray slowly rolled up in his eyes. Then he dropped his eyes, and all his emotions disappeared, and he regained his calm appearance.

He is still him, but he is different after all, but no one knows whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe that's the price of growth.

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When the festival arrived, Andrew was ready to come to Carnegie Hall, a part of Lincoln Center. This is the world's top and grandest stage, the peak stage that every jazz band performer dreams of. At the beginning of the family gathering, his father once asked: do you have a chance to appear on the stage of Lincoln Center?

Tonight, he will be on the stage, and his father Jim is the only family invited to come.

He didn't think Nicole and her boyfriend would show up.

Standing backstage, Fletcher beamed at the brand-new band and said, "it's probably the first time for those who join JVC for the first time, except Carl. Tonight can change your life. The guys in the audience only need a phone call, and you can become a signed musician of blue notes, an EMC customer, and the chief executive of Lincoln Center. "

Andrew's smile bloomed again, and hope returned to his eyes.

"But on the other hand, if you screw up, you'd better consider changing careers. Because another characteristic of these people is that they will never forget. " Fletcher's words made Andrew think, and the jaw line tightened slightly.

The orchestra is officially on stage.

Andrew sat down smoothly, and then saw the audience, the hazy cream halo projected over, so that his vision became a little fuzzy, eyes can only see a black, everything has become unreal but also very real, his palm began to tremble slightly, turned over to see, sweat has soaked the palm.

With a long breath, Andrew curled up his palms and regained his composure. He looked up and glanced at the music stand. The "whipping" score was placed in the front, and then his breath gradually stabilized.

Among the applause, Fletcher stepped onto the stage, but before going to the podium, his steps stopped in front of Andrew.

Andrew raised his head and showed a big smile. He knew that Fletcher always treated himself in a special way, and the fetters between them were also special. Fletcher hoped that he could become his Charlie Parker, which was also his wish. Maybe tonight could be such an opportunity.

But Fletcher's words stifled Andrew's smile. "Do you think I'm a fool? I know it's you. "

Without extra words, Andrew had a series of goose bumps on his back, shivering one by one. He couldn't stop at all, but he didn't know what to do. He could only watch Fletcher turn around and walk onto the stage, and his whole brain was in a state of crash.

"... we'll play some regular tracks, but before that, we'll bring you a brand new track, a brand new one from Tim Simone, which is called" shake up. "

The audience held their breath, because they noticed that there was no "swing up" score on Andrew's music stand. A drastic move directly pushed Andrew to a desperate situation. Andrew wanted to run away, but Fletcher didn't even give him such an opportunity and started playing directly.

Andrew's done. Completely done.

Even the amateur audience can see that Andrew was completely at a loss, trying to beat some drums, but he didn't even have a breakthrough point. That was a complete disaster. Any performance on any occasion is a fatal mistake, not to mention the opening of the Carnegie Hall Jazz Festival?

Andrew tried to beat some drums in a hurry, but his performance was so terrible that the audience felt even worse than Andrew.

But Fletcher still did not stop performing, the whole jazz band split into two parts: the good part and the jazz drum part.

At the end of the performance, Andrew couldn't even raise his head. The deep weakness and despair dragged his ankle down slowly; In sharp contrast, Fletcher, a spirited, high spirited man, came to Andrew and whispered, "I guess you just don't have that talent."

Andrew looked at the audience in front of him. The light of hope in his eyes turned into a dead silence. He knew that his career had come to an end. There was no possibility of turning over. His reluctance and anger had disappeared without a trace. He was only dominated by the sense of shame. The only idea in his mind was to flee far away.

Like a lost dog, he fled the stage of this music Holy Land in panic.