One Hundred and Thirty-Five First Glance

"...We are not sure at this time whether we will be able to successfully complete the rehearsal."

Julio's words were still reserved.

"In Bruno's view, giving a high-quality performance is always the most important thing, so we still need to see the running-in effect of the stage in the next few days. We are all looking forward to it." Julio's understatement is obviously planned early Yes, John Mark is everywhere.

Julio didn't say that Bruno still needs to review the band, and he didn't even mention who introduced the band, but mentioned it vaguely, which also reserved room for subsequent public relations drafts, regardless of the performance. The quality, even the fact that the band didn't hit the stage to perform, also ensures that "Bruno is right", "Bruno is only to blame", "Accidents are accidents and have nothing to do with Bruno".

This is what they need to protect the artist, to ensure that the light stays on the artist, and the scapegoat is left to the agent, tour manager, etc. to bear the blame. Of course, if things go well, the credit goes to Bruno, and rightly so.

If you study carefully, you can discover the mystery in Julio's words.

Wyatt and Buster both glanced at Julio, but both of them knew it, and they didn't expose Julio's public relations trick, not because they couldn't see it, but because there was no need for such a small detail The nitpick—anyway, no one knew the band rehearsing on stage, and all that cared about was Bruno.

"What's the name of the band?" Wyatt still dutifully asked.

"King for a day." Julio clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Look at my memory, I actually forgot the most important introduction, sorry. I will lead the way and let you see our tour preparations. We all attach great importance to the performance at the closing stage, and Bruno is also very nervous..."

Then, Julio made an inviting gesture, led the two reporters away from the stage area, and began to visit the inside of the venue.

Buster observed very carefully what the standing rock area in the infield looked like, what the view from the audience stands on the second floor was, how the live acoustics were... and so on. He looked at the problem more from the perspective of the audience:

What kind of concert experience the audience can get, this is what Internet readers want to see.

In stark contrast, Wyatt didn't care about the venue at all, and his eyes were entirely on Bruno, the special arrangements for the North American closing tour, what plans were there after the tour, and how the performance status of the tour was... He was mostly From a professional perspective:

The impact of the tour on Bruno's career, and by extension, is something that brick-and-mortar magazines need to cover in depth.

Of course, this kind of difference is not 100%, it depends more on the position of the media and the reporter themselves. Buster and Wyatt have a clear concept of their reporting direction and style, so when they ask questions, they are targeted. The process of simple communication was very smooth.

The conversation only lasted about a quarter of an hour. Whether it was Wyatt or Buster, today is just one part of many information gathering sessions. After that, we need to collect information in different ways and directions, including the interview with Bruno. To be able to complete your manuscript.

It is precisely because of this that after going around in circles, the collection of materials is over, which looks a bit sloppy.

"I'm about to leave, how about you?" Wyatt asked Buster politely.

Buster froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Well, I'm done too."

Wyatt and Julio exchanged a few more words, saying that they would have dinner together during the next interview; while Buster glanced around and finally landed on the stage.

Today is the first day of rehearsal for One Day Kings, the whole rehearsal is chaotic and cumbersome,

In many cases, it is necessary to slowly adjust at the technical level, so they were not able to enjoy the complete performance when they were present, and it was more of a fragmented process of picking points.

Add to that the fact that neither Buster nor Wyatt had much interest in Nobodies, and they haven't paid much attention at all, up to this point.

The band members were discussing something on the stage, but because of the distance, they didn't use the microphone, so Buster couldn't hear it at all, but he still raised his camera and aimed the lens at the stage, no matter what, There still needs to be a photo of the band fully engaged in rehearsal.

click.

The shutter seals time in this way, making the instant condensed into eternity. Just when his fingers were about to leave the shutter, Buster caught a ray of light:

It should be that the lighting engineer was adjusting the position of the light, and the halo that accidentally moved randomly passed over the cheek of one of the band members. That should be the appearance of the lead singer—because he is not equipped with any musical instruments for the time being, the white T-shirt and jeans look simple and natural, but still cannot conceal the visual effect brought by his superior figure.

The ray of light lightly passed over his cheeks, outlining the outline of some shadows. Due to the distance, he couldn't see his facial expressions clearly, but he could still vaguely capture the concentration and seriousness between his slightly frowning brows. He raised his hand a little restlessly. Raising his right hand, he rubbed the messy hair, revealing the entire face without reservation, and the clear eyes were so bright in the interlacing of light and shadow, instantly lighting up the whole picture.

Click!

Subconsciously, Buster pressed the shutter again to record the fleeting thrill. After the shutter was released, he realized that the beating of his heart had also stopped at that moment, as if he had really seen the condensed time. Strength is not just appearance or body shape, or even temperament, but a unique charm that radiates from the inside out.

Buster put the camera down and looked at the stage with his eyes, but that feeling could no longer be found. Above the stage was a group of ordinary young people rehearsing, nothing special, so that Buster I strongly suspect that my eyes just now had an illusion.

That feeling was like dislocation of time and space. He fell into a half-truth, half-false, dream-like pattern for a short while, and saw a mirage that didn't exist at all, but blinked again, and those illusions disappeared. Because it never existed.

"What's the matter?" Julio's voice came, interrupting Buster's thoughts.

Buster came back to his senses and cleared his throat, "No, it's okay." But then he thought about it again, "Who is that person in the white T-shirt and jeans on the stage?"

"Ronan Cooper, the lead singer of the band." Julio quickly introduced, and then you can see Buster chewing on the name carefully, and Julio said, "Do you need me to introduce you? He is a very Talented young people, perhaps, you can get to know each other."

Julio's attitude is very positive.