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What is the difference between 100,000 people and 10,000 people? If you stand in a stadium of 100,000 people, there must be a difference. Ten thousand people stand in this huge stadium, that is, lonely; but what if you stand in a 10,000 people? Then besides the heads and heads, standing in the sky and looking down, you can only see a dense head, golden black, brown, red and brown... Various hair colors are surging, and the meaning of 10,000 people and 100,000 people is not that great. Perhaps it is someone who believes it is eight thousand people. Because in a limited space, crowded scenes will make people lose the subjective judgment of numbers, and the result is: a group of people.

Of course, if you look from top to bottom and after 10,000 people are filled with 10,000 people, then you can still distinguish the difference between 100,000 and 10,000 people. However, standing on the central stage, due to the limitation of height, there is no way to see in detail how many people there were on the scene.

At this time, Abner Alfred on the stage felt like this. He felt that he was full of people in his sight. Not to mention Washington Square, even the surrounding streets were filled with crowds. Originally, this square could accommodate at most one or two thousand people, but at this time it was densely packed with people, almost covering the stage. He couldn't tell whether there were 1,000 or 100,000 people in front of him. Abner Alfred began to worry about leaving after a while.

"Hey, hey, Andre, look, that brand is written for you." Abner Alfred shouted happily and Andre Lindbergh, who was checking the keyboard next to him, pointing to a sign not far away. The sign reads, "Andre, my baby, I will love you forever."

Andre Lindberg glanced at Abner Alfred helplessly and ignored him. However, Abner Alfred had been used to it and didn't care at all. He jumped to Diego Ramos with his drum stick, "Diego Diego, have you seen it? There are quite a lot of brands that say you brothers."

Diego Ramos still responded and looked at Abner Alfred with a smile. His white hair was particularly dazzling under the light. "Light ball, do you want to say it. Now I want to tell me that there are many people holding your signs on the spot." Now, there are also many supporters of extrajudicial madmen. Every time they appear on the scene, they can always find a sign to support them. The four members have supporters, but the lively and cheerful Abner Alfred obviously won a lot of support.

Abner Alfred laughed twice, not admitting, but not denying it.

Carristo Ramos, who was standing next to him, leaned over. "That's because Teddy didn't want to stand on the stage. If he came out, he would probably kill a lot of people in the scene." At this moment, Abner Alfred immediately fell asleep.

Diego Ramos said with a smile, "Abner just wants to enjoy the cheers, just let him go. After Evan goes to make the movie, he will probably be bored for a few more months. It's so pitiful." Diego Ramos's words did not have any comfort effect, which made Abner Alfred cry completely.

"Abner! It's time to start counting down, go back to the position." Andre Lindberg's voice came through the noisy shouts. At this time, the audience had not really exploded, so the shouts were intermittent and not too loud. They could still hear them clearly.

Abner Alfred looked back at the steps on the side of the stage. Evan Bell was already ready there, so he couldn't help but run behind his drum set and sit.

Under Andre Lindberg's instructions, Eberner Alfred began to ring the low jazz drum, and the "dongdongdongdong" drum beats became faster and faster. Then he cut into the sound of the drum, and the heavy rhythm drum beats were like a countdown, indicating that the performance time was getting closer.

The buzzing and low yells of the audience began to gather little by little, and the sound was like the noise of the plane when it was ready to take off. The engine was commotion // The fastest text update - no ads // It was suppressed in the chassis, but it contained huge energy. As the drums accelerated and aggravated little by little, the sound began to gradually become mixed. Countless heat gathered in Washington Square, making the air pressure on the scene lower and lower, and the rhythm of the heart began to accelerate involuntarily.

When the drum beat reached a peak, the lights were all turned on, and the blue-black sky was instantly shining like daylight. Evan Bell's figure appeared in the center of the stage. At this moment, all the energy found the outlet of the catharsis, as if a dam had been experiencing a long rainy season. When the flood gate opened, the water tilted forward like a galloping horse. The screams and cheers of all the audience gathered into a water flow, and with the momentum of fierce floods, it quickly overwhelmed the entire stage. In less than a second, the entire Washington Square was flooded with shouts. The earthquake accompanied by the "flood" made the stage start tremble slightly, and even the surrounding buildings seemed to begin to shaking.

Evan Bell waved his right hand, and Andre Lindberg's magical sound of Drift sounded, while Eberner Alfred carefully controlled the drum beats in his hand. Just one rhythm, many people shouted the name of the song, which was "catalyst"!

Evan Bell's voice was merged into the bloody melody, "God bless each of us, but we are sinful bodies living under the live ammunition chamber. No one can escape from the fight, never end, never stop the contest, never stop, no!" When he sang the last sentence, everyone in the audience shouted out collectively, "No!" The earth-shaking momentum made Manhattan Island start to shake.

In the melody that was gradually moving towards high height, the scene was like an erupting volcano, and it reached its peak bit by bit. Everyone raised their right hands and then beat the rhythm with Evan Bell's voice. The countless hands stood under the night sky like a dense forest, and like a matrix of rifles. The majestic momentum pushed the heat of the scene to a new height.

"Let me sublimate, let me free (,)!" The tune suddenly slowed down, and Evan Bell sang the most tender part of the song. The audience sang together with Evan Bell's voice, "Let me sublimate, let me free!" This is the sound of three thousand people, eighty million or ten thousand people gathered together. The sound of this collective chorus even drowned out the sound of the sound. Evan Bell's voice was like a lighthouse in the endless sea, leading the voice of the audience to slide to the other side.

"Let me sublimate! Let me be free!" Everyone was singing, everyone was releasing their enthusiasm to the fullest. The dense sea of ​​people in front of them suddenly turned into a red ocean, shrouded in a layer of golden light, not the red of magma, but the red of passion. The bright red was like a piece of silk, which became sacred because of dyed with a layer of gold. The silk danced without wind, just like the sea level constantly creating waves. The sentence "Let me sublimate! Let me be free!" was like the loud noise of the waves hitting the rocks, the resonance that echoed between heaven and earth stirred up an unparalleled momentum, echoing in everyone's heart and mind for a long time.

Even if it wasn't Washington Square, those standing in Greenwich Village could hear the uniform chorus, the madness that ignites the passion in the blood, began to spread around with Washington Square as the center.

The chorus of the whole audience "Let me sublimate, let me free" became the background accompaniment. Under this accompaniment, Evan Bell then sang, "God bless each of us, but we are the sinful bodies living under the live ammunition chamber. No one can escape from the fight, never end, never stop the contest, never stop the pace, no!" Originally, this accompaniment should have been done by four extra-law madmen, but now, their voices have also merged into the chorus, accompaniment of Evan Bell's most shining and sacred singing, and all emotions have reached the most.

"No!" The roar was filled with the energy to tear the night sky, and exploded like an atomic bomb. The whole audience was in a state of fanaticism. Even if they stood quietly in Greenwich Village, they could clearly feel a wave of heat rolling from Washington Square. The momentum was amazing!

Evan Bell took only one song to bring the atmosphere to the highest peak. He raised his right hand, just like a king standing at the peak of the world. Everyone on the scene was his subjects, obeying his command, and all the noise stopped in an instant. Then, Evan Bell's right hand waved again, and Eberner Alfred's drum beat sounded, which was "Year of Love"!

The enthusiasm that had just cooled down on the scene began to accumulate strength in the meticulous jazz drumbeat of Abner Alfred. Evan Bell's clear and bright voice once again immersed the scene into a carnival world, exuding his youth, enjoying his enthusiasm, and releasing his madness...

After the performance of two consecutive songs, the enthusiasm at the scene was broken. It was like the hottest summer in Miami. Everyone found that it was only ten minutes, and they were sweating all over as if they had been exercising for an hour. Evan Bell, standing on the stage, the sweat on his forehead shone under the light. He used two songs to explain vividly and in detail to everyone: What is fanaticism!

Raising your right hand, the king of the world's peak conveyed the instructions again, "Welcome to your night! I am Evan Bell who is responsible for serving you tonight, please enjoy!"

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