Chapter 9: 009

Simon finally looked at Janet Johnston and said with a smile, "actually, I just want to invite Catherine alone, but it doesn't matter if you come with me."

When Janet hears the words, she immediately takes Catherine to her side, as if she is afraid that Simon will take the woman away.

But, in a flash, she reacts again, pokes out a slender index finger and continues to draw the piano box at her feet, saying: "I mean, you can't even open a bottle of better red wine with your money."

Simon casually plucked the string and said, "I don't want to drink the red bar this time. I'll treat two women to dinner with a boy and open red wine. I'll be misunderstood."

Janet glanced at Simon's clothes and said with disdain, "who's going to misunderstand you?"

Simon also glanced at the Hermes bag on Janet's shoulder and said with a smile, "yes, so I'm afraid you two will be misunderstood."

Janet blinked her eyes a few times before she realized it and glared at Simon: "ah, bah!"

Just happened to find Simon on the street, Catherine wanted to walk quietly.

The last meeting, Simon left a deep impression on her. The woman subconsciously felt that he was such an excellent boy, naturally proud, and perhaps did not want to see him embarrassed at this time.

It was only when she was forced to come by her good friend that Catherine had to meet Simon.

At this time, listening to Jennie run Simon with words, Catherine wanted to stop, but noticed the faint smile on Simon's face, which suddenly made her feel a little more clear.

He was naturally proud, and from the many details of the first meeting, she could be sure of that.

However, this kind of pride obviously does not have some kind of paranoia from the inferiority complex in the heart. As a result, he doesn't feel embarrassed at this time. In the face of Jennie's run, he behaved more like a mature and steady adult, accommodating a naughty little girl.

Most of the time, I am not in the same disposition as Jennie little girl?

With this in mind, Catherine could not help laughing when she saw that her best friend had not found any advantage in the verbal confrontation with Simon.

"Which side are you from?" Hearing Catherine's soft laughter, Janet immediately gave her a disgruntled look, gave her a warning, and immediately turned to Simon. Her eyes turned, and the woman suddenly changed her face like a goblin. Without any anger, she slowly took out her wallet from her satchel, took out a $100 bill, shook it in front of Simon, put it in the piano box, and said, "ah, little boy, I haven't heard enough of it just now. Let's sing another song. But if I'm not satisfied, I'll get the money back. "

Simon nodded, "well, I'll just open a bottle of red wine for you."

"Hello, don't you hear me? I mean... " Janet just wanted to make a statement again, but the boy in front of her had already started to pluck the strings. This time, the expensive Gibson guitar with a clear tone sent out a short Ding Dong note. She felt a little familiar, but she didn't remember where she had heard it for a while. She subconsciously said, "this, I know, um, it's..."

Simon flicked the strings several times and got familiar with the touch. He looked up at the two women in front of him. With a faint smile, he said: "wild bees fly, for Jennie."

As soon as the words fell, the quick and flexible music had already jumped off the strings in front of Simon.

The rapid melody, which starts from a series of fast descending scales, suddenly produces a picture of a flexible wasp bending down and rushing towards the evil weaver and cook in the story. Then, the melody begins to roll up and down, just like the wasp's nimble movement.

As the most famous piece of music in Russian composer kosakov's opera "the story of Satan", the wild bee dance appears in many film and television works, such as the Green Hornet, the shining demeanor, the secret that can't be said, and gradually becomes a famous piece of dazzling skill for many musicians to show their music skills with its extremely fast melody.

Compared with those guitarists who blindly strive for quickness, resulting in a large number of mistakes and omissions, and even play "wild bee flying" as a nest of exploding wasps, Simon pays more attention to the integrity of the music, so he does not deliberately pursue speed.

However, with Simon's hand speed of about 170 beats per minute, the high-speed tunes of the standard sixteenth note still form a wonderful frame around the street.

Almost all the passers-by in the area covered by the zither sound were stunned for a short time. Then, all of them focused their eyes on a big boy who looked attentive.

The mother who pushed the pram stopped;

the couple who picked out the crafts put down their dolls;

the boy who wanted to quickly pass the crowd stepped on the skateboard at his feet;

the middle-aged man on the bench on the street moved away the newspaper in front of him;

a crazy woman who wanted to continue to pick on the thorn also opened her eyes and pursed her mouth tightly.

At this moment, the big boy in front of us seems to be the center of the universe.

The tune rang for more than ten seconds. Standing in front of Simon's stall, a young girl in fashionable clothes seemed to wake up from a dream. In a panic, she aimed the super 8mm camera lens at a boy.In fact, she had passed the boy half an hour ago, listening to him sing Jonny Mitchell's "big yellow taxi" with a very unique arrangement, and then she remembered her youth and rebellious girlhood.

In the new year just entering the ninth grade, in order to prepare for the school Christmas party, under the pressure of strict parents, I rehearsed this song of Jonny Mitchell with my friends in the basement of my friend's house.

*He built a road to heaven.

*Build a parking lot.

*And boutiques, pink hotels.

*And all kinds of playgrounds.

*……

Jonny Mitchell is a real poet, adorable.

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Over the years.

Suddenly looking back.

It's like a world away.

She loved music, painting and movies. She dreamed of becoming an artist like Jonny Mitchell. Later, she followed her parents' wishes to enter Yale Law School.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is the last year of my legal doctorate.

Casual travel, casual street, once again heard that song, a lot of ideas of girlhood so suddenly rush to my heart.

So, after wandering on the beach of Venice for a long time, he unconsciously turned back and pretended to be a passer-by. He wanted to hear the boy sing "big yellow taxi" again.

So he took out the camera in his bag and wanted to secretly record the video of his singing.

Then I heard the conversation he had just had with the two women.

And the amazing "wild bee flying" at this time.

Her name is Jennie, too.

Standing by, listening to the boy say "wild bees fly" to Jennie, the string at the bottom of my heart was even pulled down.

Many people in the street came to her, and she was no longer reserved. She quietly walked over, hid herself in the crowd, adjusted the camera lens, and focused on the figure of plucking the strings in front of her eyes. At the same time, she was shocked by the poor boy's profound guitar skills.

She has learned piano. Her parents specially asked the top pianist to teach her that year. She just demonstrated this piece and explained many details to her. So she knows that it's not too difficult to play it, but it's not easy to play it well.

Moreover, compared with the piano, it is more difficult to perform this piece perfectly with a guitar with only a few strings.

But at this time, the boy in front of him not only achieved this, but also created a strong sense of a wasp flying in the crowd in the small world shrouded by the piano music through the perfect interpretation.

Then, what surprised her even more was that after finishing the first 70 seconds of playing, the boy immediately started the second time without any pause, and the rhythm was obviously accelerated, but the melody was not out of shape.

That's more than 200 beats per minute, right?

A minute will soon pass, she thought.

Once again, the tune speeds up again.

And then again.

The fifth time, she felt that even if the boy's hand speed could not reach 300 beats per minute, it would be almost the same.

The 16 point note "wild bee dance" has a hand speed of nearly 300 beats with four notes per beat, which is already the level that the top guitarists can achieve. At this time, it can be called a sudden appearance in an ordinary street boy.

Is this your own illusion? Or, the Venice Beach psychic?

Although the feeling was a little incredible, she instinctively felt that the boy could be faster.

However, when the last performance is over, the music stops suddenly.

She looked down from the boy's side face and saw that the other person's palm was carefully pressed on the string, obviously not going to continue.

A series of sighs with slight regret floated in the air.

Immediately, the onlookers all around the street cheered enthusiastically.

She wanted to clap, but she found herself with the camera in her hand.

So he quickly turned it off, put it down without any trace, and gave him a guilty look. Although I didn't record the "big yellow taxi" I wanted, this video is definitely enough for me to treasure.

In the applause, the boy politely expressed his thanks to everyone, and others generously put several large bills into the boy's piano box.

She glanced, and the $100 that the woman had just put in still stood out. However, half an hour ago, while he did not pay attention to put down the $10 bill, it has been covered by other notes.

Inexplicably some regret, although there is still a lot of cash in the purse, she instinctively did not dare to go forward.

I'm afraid he'll notice himself.

She is such a humble girl.

Thinking about this, the crowd still scattered after a while.I realize that I should turn around and leave, but there are still a few people. It doesn't seem to matter if I stay a little longer.

Then I heard the woman who was very rude to him ask him in a stammering tone: "that, little boy, last time you said Well, what mental hospital did you come from? "

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