The Greatest Showman

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The short commercial time ended, and the live broadcast cut in again. Ellen DeGeneres sat in the audience and said to the camera with a smile, "I sat in Zac Efron's place because he Coming up on stage. Ladies and gentlemen, Zac Efron!"

On the right side of the stage, Zac Efron appeared in front of everyone with a smile on his face.

"Good evening, it's an honor to stand here and introduce the next performer." Zach said with a big smile, "How should I describe this performer? An actor, a singer, an artist, a global woman's A dream lover, a role model for every dreamer, or... Renly Hall?"

No need for more language introduction, a name is enough, the audience can't wait to applaud, Zach also stretched out his right hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, the moving song in 'Drunken Country Ballad' 'Death of Queen Jane', let us welcome, Lord Renly-Hall."

Who would have thought that Renly's first-ever official performance at an awards ceremony would not take place at the Grammys, but at the Oscars?

Applause, whistles, cheers, screams... The whole Dolby Theater became lively, and everyone expressed their inner expectations in their own way.

All lights go out.

When the spotlight came on again, LeVern Davis appeared in front of everyone like this: a dark green plaid shirt washed white, the collar seemed to have fluffed; a wrinkled dark brown coat, vaguely still Coffee stains can be found on the shoulders and hem of the clothes; the short curly hair is messy and uninhibited, falling down casually, covering the melancholy of the eyebrows; the slightly lowered head, the light spills through the hair and eyelashes, outlining the face. Blurred outlines.

a guitar. a chair. A bunch of lights.

In a trance, time returned to the kerosene lamp bar in the 1960s.

He just sat on a four-legged stool, with his guitar propped up on his knees, without any fancy stage background, and without any gorgeous neon clothes, even on the Oscar stage, he was still the one who went around. The down-and-out folk singer who was stuck in the same place seems to have changed nothing.

The performance did not start immediately, but was silent for two seconds. The audience couldn't help holding their breath, and then they could see the light passing through the strings of the guitar, and the dust flying up and down between the strings, quiet and agile. , For a moment, time seemed to stop on the slender and powerful knuckles, freezing the light and shadow.

This is an outlier.

In the midst of the turbulent process of the Oscars, time suddenly slowed down, showing a completely different style. Everyone is complaining, the Oscars are getting longer and longer, and the audience is losing more and more; and now Renly is deliberately slowing down the pace, isn't this against the ratings?

But that's "Drunken Country Ballad," that's "The Death of Queen Jane," and that's Renly-Hall.

If someone is willing to settle their minds and be more patient, it doesn't take too long, two seconds, just two seconds, let themselves be quiet, and then wait earnestly, the impetuousness and urgency of life will take on a different appearance.

The strings, plucked.

The soothing and melodious melody was incompatible with the atmosphere of the Oscar scene, and even seemed to be two completely different worlds, but the two-second pause just now miraculously separated time and space, and the mood gradually settled down. I tilted my head and quietly began to appreciate it. It was like entering a time-space tunnel constructed by musical symbols, from the Dolby Theater in 2014 to the Kerosene Lamp Bar in 1961.

"Queen Jane lay in the delivery room for more than nine days and nine nights, until her maid was exhausted and could no longer support...no more support."

The melodious melody sounds familiar, a bit like the opening song "Hang Me, Hang Me" at the beginning of "Drunken Country Ballads", but the rhythm and tune are more soothing, like the breeze that glides past the ears in early spring March, With a little chill and a little warmth hidden, it gently fell on the softness of the chest, and inadvertently pulled out a touch of sadness and loss.

"My good servants, my good servants, my dear ones, may I beg you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby."

Music seems to have such a wonderful magic, in the murmur of the flowing melody and the softly humming song, everything around is so quiet, and then there is a faint sound of the bonfire crackling in the ear. The surrounding light dimmed unconsciously, as if it was a severe winter. Everyone was sitting around a campfire in the wild, holding a bowl of hot potato soup in their hands and pulling the blanket draped over their shoulders. Left and right feet rubbed against each other, trying to find some warmth.

Just then, a passing bard came over with his horse pulled.

I saw him tie the horse to the dead tree next to him, took off his hat, sat down beside the bonfire, took out an old tobacco pipe from his arms, tapped on the sole of his shoes, and then slowly re-opened the The pipe was stuffed with shredded tobacco, and after lighting it, he told the story of Queen Jane in a hoarse and vicissitudes of voice. The eloquent voice was stained with a little sadness and regret in the cold wind.

"'Oh, no,' cried the maids, 'this is something we must never do, and we will report it to King Henry immediately and hear his decision.'

"King Henry heard the bad news, King Henry felt the delivery room and he said, 'Oh, look what the hell happened to my woman,

Why are your eyes so dark? ’”

"King Henry, King Henry, can I ask you to do one thing for me? Can I ask you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby?"

There is lingering sadness and pain hidden in the gentle tone of voice, not the despair of crying out, nor the piercing struggle, but the lingering tiredness, the faltering steps after the weather, seems to be no longer. He couldn't bear the weight on his shoulders, he just stumbled along the way, but he couldn't see the end and didn't understand the direction. The hope that was once fresh was like the baby in Queen Jane's belly, which seemed to be extinguishing little by little.

light. Guitar. singing.

The whole world is so simple yet so pure that it seems that there is no room for a little bit of heterogeneity; yet so moving and so wonderful, it seems that anything added is superfluous.

"'Oh, no,' cried King Henry, 'this is something I must never do. If I were to lose the flower of England, I would rather lose her branches. I'd rather lose her branches.' "

Renly's singing doesn't have too many ups and downs and modifications. It is only presented in the most simple way in the clean and clear accompaniment of the guitar strings, but the faint loss in the end sound is like a ripple. In a trance, it seems that I can see the back again, walking alone in the ice and snow, surrounded by vast white snow, it seems that there is no one else to see except him, but he is still there. Moving forward, tired and dazed but never stopped.

Slowly, Renly raised his head and met the audience's gaze.

In the light and beautiful interlude melody, Ren Li's eyes accepted all the scrutiny frankly and sincerely. In his eyes, it gradually became clear as the strings flew and sculpted, the perseverance after the loss and confusion, the persistence of refusing to surrender and giving up despite being covered in bruises, like a touch of green blooming in no man's land— - Rekindled hope.

God!

Is this...is this...is this an extension of the ending of "Drunken Country Ballad"?

Such an idea was really too bold and too crazy, but it started surging in the back of my mind uncontrollably.

At the end of the story of "Drunken Country Ballads", Levine fell to the entrance of the bar alley, staring at the far end with dazed and lost eyes, but did not leave an answer. No one knows, whether Le Vern will continue to persevere or choose to return to ordinary, the answer is hidden in the hearts of every audience.

And now, at this very moment, on the Oscars stage, Renly — or LeVern Davis — who is performing “The Death of Queen Jane” is getting back on his feet, bruised , even if exhausted, even if aimlessly, he will continue to walk.

At this moment, the music and the characters fit together perfectly, the melody and the performance are intertwined, and then the guests return to the 1961 Kerosene Lamp Bar to enjoy the performance of Le Verne again, as he is low Sings:

"People sang and danced, on the day the prince was born; but poor Queen Jane, my dearest, lay like a cold stone, sleeping forever."

There is no melody, just a cappella singing, the sad and lonely lyrics are repeated between the lips and teeth, and the indescribable and inexhaustible mixed emotions are all clearly described and left for every listener to chew carefully. Taste, the taste of which only one can experience.

"Eternal sleep."

When the last lyric was finished, he slowly closed his eyes like this. Slowly, slowly, the endless exhaustion flowed out little by little, and then those emotions slipped from the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, and then slowly slipped down the shoulders, and the scattered spotlights were outlined like this. That tired shoulder profile.

Sing, it's over.

The director of the scene seemed to be stunned. He didn't turn off the lights at the first time, he didn't cut into the follow-up at the first time, and he didn't even mobilize the camera at the first time. Instead, he let his emotions slowly spread in the air. In one second, Two seconds... It seems to echo the two seconds of silence at the beginning. It miraculously re-establishes the barriers of time and space, and also quietly left the memory of the kerosene lamp bar in the hearts of every guest, making it their own unique privacy. corner.

No one can find out.

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