"Hiplash".

The title of the movie appeared on the **** screen, and at the same time, a low, muffled drum beat came from my ears, as if coming from a distant horizon, and then the subtitles disappeared, and the entire theater was caught in a stretch of hands. In the darkness without seeing the five fingers, when vision, taste, smell, etc. are shielded by the darkness, the other tactile sensations of the five senses gradually begin to magnify.

The sharpness of hearing and touch seems to be able to feel the faint sound of air flow, and the drum beats in the sound become clearer and heavier. Each drum beat penetrates the pores on the skin surface and penetrates little by little. In the blood, slowly and slowly let the muscles begin to tremble slightly, as if drumsticks hit the soul.

The dislocation of sound and visual effects creates a wonderful viewing experience.

"Boom...boom...boom...boom...boom...boom...boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom."

The drum beats, from slow to fast, from slow to rapid, the whole rhythm and rhythm are gradually improved in an orderly manner. The auditory sensation created by the rhythm of the drum set is slowly pushed to a new high in the dark, and the blood begins to gurgle. Get up, the restlessness and noise in the audience are all involved in the sound of the drums, the messy thoughts in my mind have completely disappeared, and the world is only left with the drums. Relax and immerse yourself in it, and feel the rhythm brought by it. Subtle pleasure/sensation.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom! Bang!"

The drums became denser, more surging, and more turbulent, and finally vented down like a torrential rain. At the peak, it stopped abruptly. A loud bang cut off the rhythm of the whole drum directly, and the wind The torrential rain stopped abruptly and simply. From extreme restlessness to extreme quietness, the instant conversion created a kind of pleasure/sensation of free fall when falling from a high altitude, but it hadn’t had time to savor the extreme contrast created by it. Excited, the big screen lights up.

The soft, cold-toned light tore through the darkness of the audience, but the audience still couldn't help but frown slightly. The eyes need to adapt a little. The blunt transition from hearing to vision creates a physiological level. The discomfort successfully attracted the attention of the audience.

But they don't know that compared to the follow-up, this is not a "physical discomfort" at all.

At the end of the long and narrow corridor, the boy sat behind the drum set, stopped the drumsticks in his hand, supported his arms on his thighs in different positions, relaxed his arm muscles a little, and stared at the drum set in front of him panting. Across the long corridor, he can still feel his dissatisfaction.

He bent down and began to adjust the support of the sling, but because the distance was too far to recognize the facial expressions, it was impossible to know whether he blamed the regrets and flaws in the performance on the sling, or whether the fierce performance just made him feel bad. The sling began to loosen. No matter what, after adjusting the sling, he wiped the head of the jazz drum and adjusted his position.

It seems to be fully prepared.

After the adjustment was over, he started drumming again.

At the beginning, the muscles relax, the movements are stretched, and the drum beats are a little loose and random, but the whole person enjoys it; then the camera starts to advance slowly along the corridor, and the teenager gradually enters the state, with his left hand, right hand, and left foot. The whole drumming posture is completely set up, the drums are vented down like rain hitting the beach. The pits and pits overlap each other, but the shapes and outlines can still be distinguished, and they slowly and slowly blend together to form a vast ocean.

"Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom."

The drumming speed is getting faster and faster, but the connection between the drum beats and the drum beats remains clear and smooth. The bright and brisk rhythm is like a ray of sunlight, penetrating through the blue-green cold light. Brings a wonderful auditory experience, even if you don't know much about drums and drum beats, you can still be immersed in the rhythm of the rhythm.

It's near. It's closer.

The youthful face appeared on the big screen, it was Lanly Hall, but at this time, the audience was completely immersed in the rhythm of drum beats. The opening light changes, camera advancement, and auditory effects. After waiting for the immersive movie-watching experience created, their attention is still firmly controlled by the drumbeat.

The boy in front of him looks like a college student. His short hair is slightly messy and sloppy, and there is a green scum on his lower jaw. The sweat makes the whole person look a little embarrassed; the white T-shirt is paired with jeans, but the T-shirt is still wet with sweat at this time. Through, the youthful hormonal breath just hits the face.

"Sorry, uh... hug... apologize."

The camera stopped at the door, and the boy’s drum beat was interrupted. He raised his head and said in a flustered voice, because he was so nervous that he stuttered. Then he stood up and raised his hand to indicate. Said that he would leave immediately.

The camera is turned around, and then you can see JK-Simmons’s shiny bald head looming in the dark corridor, dressed in all-black clothing, with a little coldness and seriousness, and the surrounding light seems to be covered. The black figure was sucked away, and appeared faintly like a messenger of hell.

"It's okay, sit down." The black suit took two steps forward and walked under a beam of light, which outlined the outline of the entire face like a spotlight. "What's your name?"

The teenager adjusted his sitting posture a little restlessly, faintly aware of his nervousness, not only the panic of being broken by outsiders, but also a trace of the majesty of the student seeing the teacher, "...Andrew. Andrew Neiman. "Pause for a moment, then added, "Sir."

"What grade?" The black suit voice was low, with an aura of no anger and prestige.

"I'm... a freshman." Andrew's voice quietly lowered, and the guilty feeling of dry mouth permeated little by little.

The black suit was completely expressionless. It seemed that the facial muscles were out of balance. When speaking, only the muscles around the mouth were moving, which made the solemn and solemn feeling even heavier, "Do you know who I am?"

Andrew lightly nodded with his jaw, his vision was a little erratic, and he barely dared to look directly at the black suit. His focus couldn't help drifting towards the surrounding darkness, "Yes, sir."

The black suit is still a zombie face, "So, you know I'm looking for a drummer."

"Yes, sir." Andrew swallowed, becoming more restless.

"Then, why did you stop playing?" The black suit directly threw out a question, not a question, but a question, and the condescending and severe aura permeated.

Andrew was stunned. The continuous blinking of his eyes leaked his nervousness, but he still sat up in distress, adjusted the drumsticks in his hand several times, and found the right direction, and then there was no time to breathe and think, just like that. Bewilderedly start hitting the drum kit again.

At this point, you can clearly feel that Andrew's arms are beginning to tighten, and the drums are obviously jerky, lacking the continuity of the round and jade that just now, the tension still affects the performance after all, but after the first eight beats After the difficulties, the state gradually came out, and the courage of the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers so that the original talent was fully bloomed.

After a short performance, Andrew voluntarily stopped playing and looked up at the black suit.

The black suit was still calm and expressionless, and said quietly, "Did I let you continue playing?"

This……?

Andrew was a little incoherent, "Uh..." He raised his hand and touched his hair, his eyes drifted quickly, nowhere to rest, his face stiffened completely, "Sorry...uh...I... sir..."

"I'm asking, why did you stop playing?" The black suit interrupted Andrew's movements, "and your answer is to become a doll monkey."

"Sorry, I..." Andrew was truly at a loss. He couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the black suit.

The black suit interrupted Andrew's words again, and while taking off the suit jacket, he said, "Let me see the basic skills." Then he hung the suit jacket on the hanger next to him.

"Okay, sir." Andrew lifted his chin slightly, he was stunned for a second, but he replied conditionedly.

Andrew cut into a basic rhythm, but then the black suit stopped him, "double swing." Then, he took the initiative to beat the rhythm, allowing Andrew to adapt to his style.

Andrew lightly jawed his head to express understanding, and then began to strike.

"No, no, double sway. Double up!" The black suit shook his head again and again, using his own high-five rhythm to draw Andrew's slamming sound, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Faster and faster, faster and faster.

But Andrew was still a little uneasy. He didn't improve his speed completely. Instead, he was immersed in his own world, constantly emphasizing "Don't make mistakes, don't make mistakes". On that young and tender face, you can clearly feel... tension .

Then the whole lens got closer and closer, completely attached to Andrew’s face, and you could feel the emotional details in the expression and eyes at close range. Even the sound effects have changed. There was a double swinging slamming sound, which rang clear and densely.

"boom!"

The sound of pushing the door shut interrupted the rhythm of the slamming~lightnovelpub.net~ Andrew raised his head suddenly, and only saw an empty doorway—the black suit left.

Andrew raised his head in annoyance and regret, clenched his gums, unable to hide his disappointment, tried to do something, but didn't even know where his hands should be.

"Crack", the door was pushed open again, and the black suit reappeared. The surprise of going back and forth made Andrew raise his head, staring at the black suit dullly, and straightened his waist to show his respect.

"Oh, I forgot my jacket." The black suit looked relaxed, and took off his jacket from the hanger. Without saying anything, he turned and left.

Disappointed. hope. Disappointed again.

Two consecutive emotional gaps made Andrew so stiff in place, he didn't even know what expression to make, but the light in those eyes slowly dimmed, and finally his shoulders drooped down, and even his head was drooping. Coming down, it was like a wilted sunflower.