This star is from the earth

Note: "Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen

The version sung by Faye Wong is also very recommended

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"I don't know if Han Jue will play today."

"Probably not. Didn't the organizer say that Han Jue won't be on stage? Well, it's because of technical reasons."

"It's a technical reason again."

"Who made him do that?"

"Hey, don't talk too early, what do you think about Wei Te? Hackers are setting up Han Jue, they may not have really hacked into the computer."

"Hey! Dude, you are behind the times. Just...half an hour ago, the hacker updated Weibo again and posted a few videos copied from Han Jue's computer."

"Xie Te! It's true...why didn't I get it? Are you sure it's not Onion News?"

"Hahaha, if you don't learn Chinese well, you can only read second-hand information. You can search later, there should be an English team or a porter on Twitter who translated the video."

"Well, if the hacker didn't lie, then Han Jue deserved what he deserved... But to be honest, if there is no Han Jue today, this music festival is actually meaningless."

"...couldn't agree more."

Two passers-by were talking in front of Cobain, and Cobain passively listened to the conversation.

Cobain has heard similar discussions no less than ten times during the short 50-meter walk from the door.

Most of the audience who came to the music festival today were talking about Han Jue to some extent. For example, he saw two little girls waiting for Han Jue to appear on the stage unexpectedly, five hippies with national flag painted on their faces approving for the organizer to remove Han Jue, and two college students dressed in jerseys cheering for Han Jue. Feeling unfair, the three gentlemen were discussing [whether the works of some artists with moral problems should be treated fairly and objectively], and more people were feeling sorry for missing Han Jue's scene.

It's all boring, and Cobain finds these discussions boring.

He knew Han Jue and had heard of Han Jue's songs, but he only liked a few rock songs. He didn't have any thoughts about what happened to Han Jue recently, he just felt that if he was Han Jue, he would definitely choose to die. Wouldn't it be nice to die in shame and indignation or in grief and indignation? The former can appease the anger of fans, while the latter can slap all those who misunderstand him. It is a kind of performance art, using death to mock the world, and using death to refuse to collude with this garbage-filled world. If he was Han Jue, he would definitely do this.

Hmm...should be able to use a gun. While thinking about it, Cobain changed the direction of his steps, away from the two passers-by who were still talking about Han Jue, and walked to the small shop selling drinks in the music festival venue.

There were a lot of people in the small shop, and he managed to get in line. He wanted to buy wine, but there was no alcohol for sale in the small shop.

Cobain couldn't imagine how bad a music festival could be without alcohol. But everything in front of him was still within Cobain's tolerance. Although today's music festival, he was forced to come here.

He is not a fan of music festivals. His favorite music is heavy metal rock, which can only be heard underground. And all the music that can be performed at the music festival, he thinks it is too popular, too mild, too boring.

Cobain didn't plan to participate in any music festival, but his sister Amy dragged him out of the room, saying that he hadn't been out for a long time, his body was lifeless, and he needed to bask in the sun and feel the music.

Cobain couldn't stand his sister's interruption, so he had to accompany her out.

After paying three times the usual price for two drinks, Cobain left the shop, dodged the crowd, and returned to where his sister Amy was waiting for him.

When Cobain saw Amy, she was holding her mobile phone and looking at something angrily.

"Damn it!" she yelled through gritted teeth.

Cobain handed him the drink and didn't bother to ask what happened.

Amy seemed to know this, so she took the initiative to explain the matter.

"Did you know? That hacker actually presented new evidence! It's disgusting!" She chewed the gum in her mouth very fast, and every time she chewed it very hard.

Knowing that his sister was a loyal fan of Han Jue, Cobain snatched up the tickets for the music festival early, largely because of Han Jue.

"En." Cobain responded coldly, and he knew about it from the conversation just now. However, even if he didn't hear the conversation of passers-by, this is the first time he heard such a thing, his reaction would be nothing but flat.

"Let's go, the front has started." Cobain reminded Amy. They arrived relatively late, and the front of the stage ahead was already crowded with people. Several people whose identities and faces were unclear were adjusting instruments on the stage, proving that the performance was about to begin.

"No, wait a minute, I want to take a good look at what video was posted. You know, the technology is very advanced now, so the hacker may post a face-changing video or a video that has been post-processed..." Amy held the phone, Refuse to move forward.

Cobain had no interest in music festivals at all, and since Amy was not in a hurry, he would not be in a hurry either.

Amy stared at the phone, but there were too many people and the environment was too noisy. Even with headphones on, she couldn't hear what was being said in the video, so she could only cover the sun with her hand above the screen, barely watching the silent picture.

"I fell like a dog and ate shit, and then I was punched down, okay...Fake, it's really Han Jue, Fake! Could it be that the hacker really invaded Han Jue's personal computer? Damn it!"

Amy put away her mobile phone, and after sitting by the flower bed for a while, she stood up and walked forward.

Cobain followed behind Amy. They stood almost at the back of the crowd, seemingly hundreds of meters away from the stage. Well done, Cobain thought to himself, another day wasted.

Amy still couldn't forget the new video uploaded by the hacker, and muttered in her mouth: "Why do I feel that the frequency is familiar? I feel like I saw it somewhere..."

Amy's unwilling thoughts were interrupted by a burst of cheers from front to back.

The show has already begun.

The singer appeared on the distant stage and waved hello to the audience. The audience cheered enthusiastically and responded.

The first performer on the stage was an old singer, who was very calm and able to interact with the audience with ease. After a few words, the old singer picked up the guitar, got straight to the point, and started the performance.

Amy slowly entered the atmosphere of the scene, the expression on her face gradually brightened, and sometimes she sang along.

Cobain put his hands in his pockets and just listened in silence.

This charity music festival, which is held every five years, really gathered big-name singers from all over the United States. Every singer on stage is a well-known and capable singer. Even if you haven't heard the other party's music much, you have at least heard the other party's name many times in your life.

The singers went up to the stage to sing one by one, and then came down, and slowly it was time for Han Jue to appear on stage as originally planned.

"I hope Han Jue will appear, I hope Han Jue will appear..." Amy put her hands together and prayed that Han Jue would make a miraculous appearance.

I don't know how many people at the scene did this in their hearts.

But the miracle did not happen in the end.

After the performance of the singer before Han Jue on the list, the next singer on the list is the singer after Han Jue. Han Jue was really harmonized by technical reasons.

Cobain clearly heard a sigh of relief from the scene.

But the atmosphere was quickly heated up by the passionate music.

After listening to the performances of several singers, Amy's interest gradually decreased, and finally she leaned into Cobain's ear, saying that she wanted to go back, and it was too boring here.

I didn’t get to see Han Jue’s performance, so the purpose of this trip was basically void, and the performances of other singers were just like that. During the period, several classics were re-interpreted, which ignited the audience, but the old singer’s The singing skills were really bad, the scene was like a car accident, some thieves sang the most difficult part, and handed the microphone to the audience, pretending to be interacting with the audience.

Amy doesn't want to be here anymore.

Cohen had no objection.

The two squeezed out.

There are not a few viewers who also have the intention of leaving. Cobain and Amy heard some people swearing about what happened in the front of the field. Just now an old rock band played together again after many years. The audience was very excited, jumping and singing along, but was ordered not to dance by the security guard with a cold face. Another singer wanted to jump off the stage to interact with the audience, but was held down by a group of security guards and pushed back onto the stage.

"If you want strength but don't have strength, if you want atmosphere but don't give atmosphere, this kind of music festival is a fart! It's better to go home and listen to the tape!" They said.

Cobain and Amy walked slowly to the periphery of the crowd.

At this moment, a person who seemed to be the organizer stood on the stage after a certain performance, holding a microphone, and seemed to say something.

Some audience members who were about to leave gradually stopped, intending to listen to what the guy on the stage was going to say, but Cobain and Amy still walked out, but after listening to the first sentence, Cobain was caught by Amy Hold on.

"Because of technical reasons, Han Jue has confirmed that he can't perform..." Some people in the audience booed dissatisfiedly, but these boos were drowned out by the applause of others, "But! Yu Hanjue's other heavyweight musician is—"

There are still heavyweight musicians in the United States who are as powerful as Han Jue?

who? Why wasn't such a musician on the list before?

The audience's curiosity was suddenly aroused.

The audience fell silent, waiting for the suspense to be revealed.

The organizer announced the answer: "...that is - Gu An!"

After the audience below were stunned for two seconds, they suddenly roared like warm water boiling.

In the United States, as long as a person listens to music, such as Han Jue's music, then this person must know [Gu An]. It is said that Han Jue was able to single-handedly become a god, and this mysterious creator named Gu An contributed a lot. Although the organizer deliberately confused Gu An's strength with Han Jue's strength, and was suspected of touching porcelain, the audience still cheered in unison when they heard that Gu An's live performance could be heard today.

Compared with Han Jue, who is full of controversy nowadays, Gu An, the rumored genius musician, has always been loved by the American people from the beginning to the end. According to legend, Gu An was born in the United States and grew up in China. He has a good composition, a clean net worth, and strong strength. He is determined to contribute to the development of American music. Gu An couldn't hate it. The news of Gu An's appearance was indeed a pleasant surprise for them.

"Finally! I can finally see what Gu An looks like!"

"Although I am also very excited, but with Gu An's singing skills..."

"Just because Gu An's singing skills are rubbish, it is very likely that he will only sing this time!"

Most of the viewers were delighted with "I made a lot of money! I made a lot of money!".

Amy grabbed Cobain and walked into the crowd again. She said excitedly: "Let's go later!!" Seeing what she meant, Han Jue's own voice could not be heard on this trip, but Han Jue's voice was heard. Songs that have been sung are also fine.

Cobain shrugged indifferently, saying that he could stay and didn't mind wasting another ten minutes.

After the organizer ignited everyone's expectations, they trotted off the stage without wasting a second.

The audience fell silent, and everyone waited for Gu An to walk from one side of the stage to the center.

They only know that Gu An has created songs with changing styles one after another, but except for Han Jue, no one seems to have seen Gu An's real appearance. They were full of curiosity about everything about Gu An.

However, the stage has been empty, not even the live band members.

After a while, a picture suddenly appeared on the big screen behind the stage.

A recording studio appeared on the screen, with pianos, guitars, drums, bass, and various other instruments. A person wearing a black sports sweater walked into the frame without seeing his face. This person walked to the front of the piano, turned his back to the camera, and sat down.

The cheers below became stagnant like cement, and gradually turned into noisy discussions.

"What the hell, is it remote singing?"

"People still haven't arrived at the scene? This is too mysterious..."

"What's the difference between listening to his songs like this and listening to them on the computer?"

"..."

The audience was very disappointed.

The person on the screen seemed unable to hear the sound outside the screen. He pulled the microphone next to the piano, clicked on the computer beside him, and then began to sing by himself:

【Is this the real life, Is this just fantasy

Is this all real, or is it just an illusion

Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality...

Trapped in landslides and ground cracks, unable to escape the cage of reality...]

The song starts with a cappella, which sounds like a chorus, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the effect of one person's voice after multi-track recording.

After two sentences, the audience immediately became commotion.

The cause of the commotion was not the clear opening, but just through these two lines of singing, most people present could recognize which singer the voice came from.

"Didn't you say it was Gu An's performance? This is not Gu An! It's impossible for him to sing so well! And the voice is a bit familiar, where did I hear it...Xie Te!!!"

"OH MY GOD..."

"Han Jue??? Is it Han Jue???"

"Why is Han Jue here?"

"Han Jue is...Gu An???"

"What The F..."

"Ahhh! It's him! It's him!" Amy screamed, jumping up and down, so excited that she was on the verge of tears. How did she expect Han Jue to perform on stage in this capacity.

The next second, Amy covered her mouth tightly with both hands, because she didn't want to miss Han Jue's song. Especially this new song.

And Cobain, who was calm from beginning to end, had already focused on the song.

On the screen, the person suspected to be Han Jue put his hands on the keys of the piano and sang:

【Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

open your eyes, look up at the sky

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

I'm just a poor kid, I don't deserve pity

Because I'm easy come, easy go

'Cause I always come when I say come and go when I say

Little high, little low

sometimes high, sometimes low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me...

It doesn't matter to me where the wind blows...]

Slowly, everyone turned their attention from the identity of the singer to the song.

They feel that this song is not an ordinary song. This contains the creator's extremely personal feelings.

"Lyrics..." Listening to the music, Amy's fiery heart not only calmed down, but also gradually cooled down. She thought of what happened to Han Jue recently.

From the incident to this afternoon, after everyone knew about it, they were busy standing in line and making judgments.

In the singing, she could hear Han Jue's pain being tortured by the reality in front of her eyes, and heard Han Jue praying for everyone to open their eyes.

Amy suddenly had a premonition that she might never hear this song again.

The venue with tens of thousands of people suddenly became very quiet, only the sound of the piano on the screen and Gu An, or Han Jue's singing could be heard.

After a cool piano sound was repeated twice, Han Jue sang softly:

【Mama, just killed a man

Mom, I just killed someone

Put a gun against his head

I put a gun to his head

Pulled my trigger now he's dead

Pulled the trigger and now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

Mom, life is just beginning

But now I've gone and threw it all away

But now I walk away and leave it behind

Mama, oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Mom, oh--

Didn't mean to make you cry

i don't want you to cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

If I don't come back by this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Let life go on as if nothing happened]

This lyric seems to be talking about a man who, after killing someone, ran home to bid farewell to his mother.

But after Cobain listened, he suddenly heard something else.

He thought it was the confession of a suicidal man. The person who was shot and killed in the lyrics was none other than the shooter himself.

It is said that parents are a barrier between the child and death. Many people feel that their mother will feel uncomfortable after their death, so they dare not die.

And what about Han Jue?

Han Jue's mother passed away when he was very young. He is like the "poor child" in his previous lyrics. Even if he is about to commit suicide, the parents he wants to appease are parents who exist in fantasy. If Han Jue died now, the whole world would only cheer. How many people would feel sad for his death?

The [Oh——] in Han Jue's singing was like weeping and complaining, so helpless. He can't rely on anything.

That's what's wrong with the world. People don't know how terrifying and gigantic the malice formed by one person's sentence is. They never feel that it is their own fault when they are driving someone to death. They only say that those who commit suicide are cowards. They are at fault. Wrong, why are you going to die? Even if the public opinion turns in the end and the wind starts to lament the dead, they will just pretend to light a few virtual candles, and then turn around and attack the next person.

Cobain thought of his previous thoughts, thinking that if he was Han Jue, he would die quickly. In fact, he did think about dying in an ordinary afternoon, not as Han Jue, but as Cobain. Shoot goodbye to this boring world somewhere where no one is.

Looking at his younger sister Amy, who was crying like rain, Cobain felt that if he died, Amy would be very, very sad.

Compared to Han Jue, I should be considered lucky, right?

Cobain suddenly felt a little coolness on his face, and stretched out his hand to wipe it, only to realize that tears flowed from his eyes at some point.

【Too late, my time has come

It's too late, my home is coming

Sends shivers down my spine

my spine starts to tremble

Body's aching all the time

pain all over

Goodbye everybody, I've got to go

goodbye everyone, i'm leaving

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

I'm leaving you to face the real trial

Mama, oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Mom, oh--

I don't want to die

I don't want to die either

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

Even sometimes I wish I had never come to this world]

With tears in her eyes, Amy couldn't help shouting: "NO!!"

She wasn't the only one present to do so. Many viewers at the scene couldn't help shouting "no" loudly when they heard this.

She has known for a long time that her brother has a tendency to be depressed, so she has learned some information about depression. She knows that patients with severe depression will have the instinct to call for help before the last step, and send a distress signal to the people around them. If people ignore If this signal is received, the patient will lose his last hope and sink into the deepest quagmire.

Amy thinks this song is Han Jue's distress signal.

But she can do nothing, nothing can change.

For those murderers who pushed Han Jue into the abyss step by step, she has nothing to do.

Amy hugged Cobain's body and cried deeply.

But all cries are drowned out by a bleak electric guitar solo.

On the big screen on the stage, the sound of the electric guitar gradually weakened. Just when people thought the melody was slowly softening, Han Jue's singing voice and the style of the song changed suddenly.

Like a gust of wind, like a shower of rain.

【I see a little silhouette of a man

I see a small figure

Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the fandango?

Clown, coward, can you dance the fandango?

Thunderbolts and lightning, Very, very frightening me

The thunder and lightning really scared me

Gallileo, gallileo...

Galileo, Galileo...

Magnifico-o-o-o-oh

nobleman

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

But I'm just a poor kid, no one loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

He's just a poor kid in a poor man's family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Spare the freak

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go

I'm always being ordered, will you let me go

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go

In the name of God! no we won't let you go let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go...

In the name of God! We will not let you go, let him go...]

The singing and form of the opera suddenly appeared, and the audience was dumbfounded, as if they were suddenly drenched in a heavy rain in sadness.

In today's music festival, no, in the entire history of music festivals in the United States, there has never been an opera-infused song. No one thought about it, but it happened to be so appropriate.

The opera is staged as a trial.

Han Jue seemed to be facing tens of thousands of people alone. His voice alone was always covered by the voices from the other side. Some of the voices on the other side were shrill and harsh, some were glib, and some were vague and hesitant, but all together, they could pretend to be solemn and righteous, and they were about to judge Han Jue on the spot.

It's like people's trial of Han Jue in reality.

During the "Me Too" movement, Han Jue emphasized the truth through official statements several times, cooperated with the police investigation, and released all the results of the police investigation, but no one listened. Everyone felt that the truth they knew was the truth, everyone felt that Han Jue and the official teamed up to cover up a lie, and everyone was immersed in the thrill of the wall being pushed down by everyone.

What a farce.

【So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can stone me and spit on me

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

So you think you can love me and let me die alone

Oh, baby, can't do this to me baby

Oh baby don't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here...

I have to go out, I have to escape from this place...]

Han Jue's singing suddenly became playful.

As a fan who has always believed that Han Jue is innocent, Amy's emotions also cheered up at this time. She heard the meaning of counterattack in Han Jue's lyrics.

There is a story in chapter 8 of "The Gospel of John" in the Bible, to the effect that someone with trouble brought a woman and said that this woman had committed adultery. According to the law of the prophet Moses, she should be stoned to death. The troublemakers wanted to frame Jesus and take advantage of Jesus, so they asked Jesus what should he do now? Onlookers are waiting to see Jesus joke. While bending down to write on the ground, Jesus said, "Whoever is without sin among you may be the first to throw a stone at her." After hearing this, everyone bowed their heads and dispersed.

Han Jue used the lyrics to mock those who stoned him but were not innocent at all.

He also laughs at the fans and fans who loved him deeply, but now suspect him of spurning him.

In the passionate music, Amy became happy, thinking that Han Jue would fight back after being denied as before, but the music gradually became bleak again under Amy's dumbfounded expression.

In the soft piano sound, Han Jue sang in a low spirit:

【Nothing really matters

nothing makes sense anymore

Anyone can see

anyone can see

Nothing really matters

nothing matters

Nothing really matters to me

It doesn't matter anymore to me]

He was tired, forget it, and wanted to quit.

Han Jue sat in front of the piano for a while, but no one made a sound. There was no applause, no cheering, people just looked at the man's back. They want the person on the screen to say something.

However, from the beginning to the end, Han Jue didn't say anything except singing, or, what he wanted to say was in the song.

After more than ten seconds, Han Jue stood up and left the piano.

In a few seconds, the big screen suddenly went black.

It was as if Han Jue cut off his last connection with the world.