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It is really ironic to award Evan Bell the Best Rock Singer Award by Melancholy Mind, isn’t it? But this irony may only be understood by real people. For the audience and the Grammy organizers, there is nothing wrong with it. The grudge between Evan Bell and Melancholy Mind has long since disappeared in the early years. Even if it is a recurrence, no media is willing to mention the old things again. But for Melancholy Mind and Evan Bell, it seems like a different life.

Evan Bell walked up, and he opened his hands first and gave Gillen Haas a big hug. Gillen Haas could only smile and say, "Congratulations." For some reason, Gillen Haas's eyes seemed a little wet, just like he was the one who won the award, perhaps because the lights were too dazzling.

Evan Bell let go of Gillen Haas, and a big smile appeared in front of Gillen Haas, and then he hugged the rest of the players in the melancholy state of mind, including Jacob Tibo. However, Jacob Tibo's body was particularly stiff, like a mummy that had just woken up, while Bruce Stewood patted Evan Bell on the back and said seriously, "You deserve it."

At this time, the emcee had brought the trophy and flowers, handed over the players who were depressed to Evan Bell, and then completed the award ceremony. Gillen Haas couldn't help but look back at Jacob Tibo. He had agreed to hand over the trophy to him, which could be regarded as increasing Jacob Tibo's exposure, but at this time Jacob Tibo was standing there, motionless.

In eight years, all the hatred had long disappeared from the erosion of time. Whether it was melancholy or Evan Bell, the betrayal, disagreement, and accusations of the past were no longer important. They chose their own lives and followed this path until now. Everyone was responsible for the results of their choices, which was so simple.

Jacob Tippel had no idea about Evan Bale. Even when he saw Evan Bale at Staples today, he didn't have any special feeling, jealousy, resentment, dissatisfaction? Those did not exist, because Evan Bale is now standing at another level and another world. It's like a marathon, and players will always only focus on their competitors near them. The leading group may have already run across the finish line. For the players who are still struggling halfway through the schedule, jealousy is useless. They will not pay attention to the situation of the leading group, but their own situation.

But when Jacob Tibo realized that he, or their melancholy state, was going to give Evan Bell the award for Best Rock Singer, that was so ironic that Jacob Tibo wanted to laugh, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh.

This is Evan Bell's phonograph? Twenty-three or twenty-four? It seems that it is just a step away from the trophy of Steve Wander, the singer who won the most Grammys in history, and it is not much far from the trophy of Sir George Solty, the trophy of the thirty-one phonographs of the British conductor who won the most Grammys in history.

And what about melancholy state of mind? How could Jacob Tibo forget? They didn't even get a Grammy nomination, how ironic it is.

Thinking of this, Jacob Tibo couldn't control his limbs. Because he himself thought that all this was a joke. How urgent he had left Evan Bell's aura at the beginning, how eager he could not wait to prove his abilities to Evan Bell, and how much he wanted to step on Evan Bell, but now? What's going on now? No need for Evan Bell to do at all. Jacob Tibo himself felt how ridiculous he was in his memory. So he didn't move because he couldn't control his body at all.

Gillen Haas just looked back at Jacob Tibo and he knew that Jacob Tibo must have been trance. So he did not continue to persist because he knew how interesting this situation was. He blinked his eyes several times in a row, so that his somewhat wet eyes could return to normal. Then Gillen Haas turned around, picked up the phonograph trophy from the tray, handed it to Evan Bell, and Bruce Stewood, who was standing next to him, picked up the bouquet and handed it to Evan Bell.

Evan Bell took the trophy and bouquet and walked to the microphone. The applause had stopped. Evan Bell looked over with the halo in front of her eyes, paused, and then said, "I remember when I was in college, I wanted to set up a band with all my passion to make up for the time I spent on Broadway in my childhood."

Hearing Evan Bell's words, the melancholy mood that was about to leave the stage was immediately divided into two parts. Gillen Haas, Bruce Stewood and Jacob Tibo were all nailed to the spot, while Joe Bros and the other three continued to move forward.

"I went to an interview with a band lead singer, and there was a question in the interview, 'What do you understand rock'." Evan Bell said this and chuckled, while Gillen Haas and the other two quickened their pace, followed Joe Bros and others, returned to the side stage, then turned around and looked at Evan Bell who was shrouded in the lights on the stage. "I said at the time that rock is a kind of music." Evan Bell's words made everyone on the scene burst into laughter, and even Evan Bell himself had a smile on his face. "I also said that the rock I understand is actually my dream."

"I think about it now, I'm talking nonsense. But what the interviewer said at the time is meaningful now," Evan Bell paused. Although he didn't look back, Gillen Haas and others on the side stage knew that Evan Bell's words were for them. The encounter at Harvard University ten years ago and the encounter at the Grammy stage at Staples Stadium ten years later formed a cycle. "He said that rock is not popular dress, nor radical thought, nor decadent attitude; rock is not just alternative, nor just popular; rock is not long hair, leather jacket, guitar and drums, and rock is not just a hoarse voice. Rock is a spirit, built on the work we pursue music and dreams."

"I remember that after hearing this, I sneered and answered..." When Evan Bell said this, the smile on the corner of her mouth was outlined, and Gillen Haas and Evan Bell also murmured in a low voice, "Are you a rock dogmatist who traveled through time in the 1940s?" The laughter broke out completely, but Gillen Haas couldn't laugh, with only a faint loneliness in his eyes.

The person who said this was Gillen Haas.

After everyone's effect, Evan Bell said with a smile, "But today, these words are my true enlightenment of music. Because I did this, I insisted on going to this day and reaching this position. So, so what about dogmatism, so what about being deliberately artificial, and truly enjoying the music we make, this is the most important thing, right?" Evan Bell raised the phonograph in his right hand, and the gilded surface shone brightly under the light. "Thank God, I can stand here and say these nonsense. If you don't like it, please go in and out of the right ear, thank you."

After saying that, Evan Bell nodded slightly and turned around and left the stage. But the audience applauded again. Evan Bell's speech on winning was always so personal and always so touching.

Evan Bell walked towards the side stage and saw the melancholy mood players standing behind the curtain. His steps went over, and the melancholy mood band members also turned back to the backstage. The next step was the performance, and they had to give up their main path.

When Evan Bale returned to the backstage, she saw the players standing at the door. They all seemed a little restrained, but Gillen Haas was the first to greet him and gave Evan Bale a big hug. "I must express my congratulations again."

"The blessings will never be too much, right?" Evan Bell raised his head with a relaxed smile on his face and saw the other members standing next to him. However, obviously no one wanted to come forward to talk, but Evan Bell didn't care, just nodded with a smile.

Bruce Stewood nodded vigorously and responded; Joe Bross showed a bright smile, which was very friendly; but Jacob Tibo did not express anything. After his eyes met Evan Bell, he paused and then shifted his sight. There was no sign of too much emotion on his calm face.

"This new album is really great, your talent is really endless, which is shocking." Gillen Haas didn't plan to talk to Evan Bell, but since there was a coincidence of the awards just now, it was unnecessary to deliberately avoid it, so he started talking. He thought it would be unfamiliar, but unexpectedly, as soon as the topic was opened, Gillen Haas's words continued, "And you challenged rap, my god, you are really too bold."

Evan Bell and Gillen Haas walked to the side, not blocking the corner of the road, and exchanged with a smile, "Why don't you say it's because my rock inspiration has dried up."

"Then what's going on with this trophy." Gillen Haas chuckled and pointed to the golden trophy in Evan Bell's hand.

Evan Bell laughed, "The long-lost memorial for an old friend?" This questionable sentence made Gillen Haas's smile frozen on the corner of his mouth, not because of shock, but because of a sigh of relief, real relaxation. The relaxation and sincerity in Evan Bell's tone made Gillen Haas feel real relaxation.

Maybe, they have been in a situation where they are not friends for a long time, but they have indeed been friends and were good and good friends.

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