After playing normally in the finals recording studio, I was idle in the audience waiting for the competitions of other groups, and found that the people sitting on the stage were preparing to play in the same hotel room as arranged by the organizing committee of the competition. boy. He is usually quiet, not talking much, and very soft, but now he is preparing in front of a drum set with a pair of drumsticks, and I realize that I have never asked him what instrument he is playing. When the quiet venue burst suddenly, I subconsciously covered my ears with my hands. But after adapting quickly, except for the gradual drop of the hands, the rest of the body was shaken by the strong rhythm and stiffened. So when all the vibrations returned to calm again, I stayed in place like a fool, surprised by the huge energy burst out from a normally quiet figure. It is estimated that the appearance at that time was the same as the discovery of the new world, half surprised and half ecstatic.
The words are a bit exaggerated, but that was the first time in my short life that I listened to a piece of percussion seriously. Regarding the result of the game, it was a bit dramatic. This boy won the special prize with the highest score in the country, the junior fellow won the gold prize, and I won the silver prize. When I first learned the result of the game, I was full of unwillingness and stayed in the room painfully. My mother has a strong nature, and called the organizing committee to verify the scores, and found that the scores were really calculated incorrectly: I ended up with the same scores as the boy, and stood together on the grand prize award stand. The juniors’ scores are mine. After that, it was still the gold award. But I didn't have the joy of victory as I imagined. I think the special prize should be enjoyed by this boy alone. It was also the first time in my short life that I was willing to give up. After leaving Beijing, I never saw him again. Later, because of my studies, I gave up my musical instrument in the third grade.
When I clicked on "Burst Drummer", the computer screen just turned off the half-written essay. A final essay on European society and culture. I eloquently wrote about higher music education in Germany. I read it between the lines but it was all regret and pity that I could not go to the music department and gave up. Andrew grew up in a single-parent family. He didn't speak much, he was not gregarious, and he wanted to be strong. He practiced frantically under the pressure of his teacher. His outburst reminded me of that boy, and his force reminded me of myself. Fletcher is almost crazy, but he is also an undeniable master. Ignored by the family, blood was splashing in the ice water, waving arms frantically and bursting to challenge the limit. If it was for the affirmation of the instructor at the beginning, the final wildness was a fierce competition. Despite the car accident, he rushed back to the stage. He couldn't see the music but broke out terribly. The scene that came to an abrupt end was passionate and pitiful.
The editing of the film is the most successful aspect. The clean connection and neat narrative are not lost. I also scored "Disappearing Lover" with full marks a year ago. It is for this reason that the audience was able to see the cruel and harsh Fletcher and the sweaty and crazy Andrew. If Fletcher meets another student, or Andrew finds an ordinary teacher, then there may only be two mediocre generations in the two participating teams on stage. The relationship between the two masters and apprentices turned the competition into a collision of masters, but both sides were deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves. A curtain call that should have been perfect becomes a challenge that never gives up. As for sublimation or struggle, it has been hidden behind the ending subtitles and left to the audience to speak for themselves. If I didn’t give up back then, I don’t know if one day I was also fighting for a place strongly with my junior, would I meet that boy in another game, or play drums again in a certain game like watching this movie? Was shocked by the performance.
This is not a film review, just something I wanted to write on impulse during the exam week. My hands were worn out and blood bleed. The teacher said back then: "Bleeding means less practice, no calluses on your hands, just keep practicing." I looked at the thick calluses on the teacher's hands, and now I think of Fletcher. The strict requirements for Andrew, after watching the movie, staring at the subtitles on the screen in a daze, recalling a solo that was my turn when the orchestra performed: When the sounds of all other instruments are weak to make way for you, I feel a little proud and proud. I was also a little nervous and afraid of messing up, and I haven't experienced it since then. I think Andrew sitting on the stage, apart from the so-called impulse for revenge, may have a little resonance with me. This reminiscence text, Quan is a musician who is dedicated to Andrew or the boy I have never seen again, or a mentor who is full of passion and wants to train a master, a small tribute. .
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