Accompanied by the fantasy grinder and the heavy drums that make people's blood flow, the passionate rock song suddenly sounded on the stage. The passionate musical effect was also extremely obvious. Nearly 30,000 listeners under the stage immediately woke up from the music that had just lingered in their ears, and in an instant they entered the singer's rhythm again.

The strange and quiet just now was gone, but for eight beats, Chen Chufan's dynamic singing at this moment motivated the emotions of all the music lovers in the audience. No one could stand quietly. Countless people raised their right hands high, twisted their bodies with the rhythm of the music, and released the suppressed passion in their bodies. Their emotions went from one extreme to the other. In just less than ten seconds, Chen Chufan was like a magician, controlling everyone's emotions.

"...I don't want to be just one of the many beings. When I roar loudly, you will hear my heart. This is my life. Seize the present, opportunities are fleeting. I don't hope to live forever. I just want to live a wonderful life every day."

Chen Chufan was singing the only hard-core rock song he created in M ​​Country at this time, "Itismylife". With his first English album being the best-selling in M ​​Country, at least half of the people in the audience heard about this song.

So when the song went to the chorus, the fans in the audience could no longer bear the excited and surging impulse in their hearts, and roared with Chen Chufan: "This is my life, I have to seize the present, because opportunities are always fleeting, I don't pray forever, but I have to live a wonderful life every day! This is my life, my heart always speeds on the highway, just as Franksin said. I walk my own path and live a wonderful life every day!"

Whether they can sing or not, the emotions of all the fans at the scene were completely mobilized at this time, and their blood was boiling in their bodies. Although it was still outdoors in February and the temperature was not high, when the passion of 30,000 people was ignited at the same time, the atmosphere on the scene was completely boiling at this moment.

The steaming water vapor began to cover the entire scene. It was the hot sweat that the fans in the audience danced wildly. Tens of thousands of people sang at the same time, making the entire green space tremble. This was a carnival moment. Even a person who was usually extremely introverted could not calm down in the passionate music at this time. All they could do now was to use all their strength to cooperate with the singing of the singers on the stage, roar and shout, and vent all their dissatisfaction with the world through the madness at this moment.

But when the song is over, the passion that is boiling blood is still surging in the hearts. When the music stops, the unrestrained passion that seems to be fire has not been completely extinguished. The ignited passion is still in the hot hearts of more than 30,000 people in the audience. They urgently need to continue to vent, but there is no rhythm. Without music, even the last note is floating in the air. What should I do? What should I do? Everyone feels that the fire in their hearts is getting stronger and stronger. If they continue to calm like this, they even feel that they will be burned to ashes by the flame in their chest that cannot be vented.

At this moment, Chen Chufan on the stage made a new move. He suddenly took off the guitar on his back. He held the handle, raised it high, and then slammed it hard on the stage! He heard a "bang". Under the action of the live sound, the sound was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention in an instant. A good guitar broke up completely because of this violent fall, and only one handle was left, and he still held the hand of the boy who seemed extremely violent at this time.

"Tell me, where is that?" Facing the microphone, Chen Chufan roared wildly, holding the piano handle, pointing his right hand to the brightly lit Staples Arena not far away.

Chen Chufan's sudden outbreak seemed to guide everyone in the audience to vent. The 30,000 people shouted in a sympathetic manner at the same time and answered the unrestrained boy on the stage.

"Steples!" The hysterical roar of 30,000 people made the whole of Los Angeles tremble.

"What are you doing there? Why are the lights bright!" The boy seemed to be unsatisfied with the microphone on the shelf, so he held it in his hand and continued to roar at the audience. The sea breeze on the south coast blew, lifting up the boy's robe. The hot incandescent lamp shone on the boy's tall figure, and the unscrupulous roar made the boy full of the momentum of the king at this time!

That's right, Chen Chufan, who was standing on this stage, was a king at this time. He dominated his music world, and everyone in the audience became his subjects this night. His soldiers willingly followed his orders. Therefore, the answers in the audience were still so neat and passionate.

"Grammy!"

"That's right! The annual Grammy! Haha, the music hall that countless singers yearn for! It's right there!" Chen Chufan said this, and raised his hand again, pointing to the circular building nearly 50 meters high next to him. Then the boy seemed even more excited and shouted angrily: "But today, I'm standing here to tell the big guys sitting inside, you're just fucking shit! Go fuck Grammy! Go fuck recording academy!"

After saying that, the young man pointed at Staples Stadium and showed a middle finger indecently. This middle finger looked so clear under the close-up of the big screen on both sides of the stage under the illumination of the hot incandescent lamps!

Since receiving the call from Uncle Fu, the anger hidden in the boy's heart completely broke out at this moment. The tyrannical mania is not enough to describe the boy's emotions at this time. It was an impulse that could blow him up. He no longer thought about any consequences at all. All he had to do was vent. He had proved himself with his music. If it was a war between him and the Grammy, then it was his turn to continue the battle with the Grammy in his own way.

Everyone in the audience felt the anger of their king on the stage, and the excitement and fanaticism that had just been depressed in their hearts. At this moment, they finally found a channel to vent. So as soon as the boy finished speaking, 30,000 and his middle finger were raised at the same time. Thirty thousand roars gathered into a sound, like the huge waves of a domineering sea, slapped towards the Staples Arena.

"Fuck the Grammy! Fuck the Recording Academy!"

...

Mr. Morpheel John's face was extremely depressed at this time!

Although the evening award ceremony has begun as usual, the empty back row and private room, the absent-minded host, and the unsatisfied award speeches have already indicated that tonight's award ceremony has indeed become a joke. Of course, he can deny this to the outside world, but he knows in his heart that this is definitely the most failed Grammy Awards ceremony in history.

The cameras on the scene did not even dare to sweep the audience frequently to the audience. Because that would make the audience in front of the TV feel the desolation of this award ceremony tonight.

But Morpheel John felt it didn't matter, because he had learned from the phone just now that less than three million people were watching today's party. What he was thinking about now was how to regain his reputation, and he even hated why he became the chairman of this Grammy Organizing Committee.

At this time, the performance of a couple of newcomers on the stage had ended. The host appeared again and it was time for the award ceremony. The phonograph trophy was once again taken to the stage.

"It's an exciting time to draw again. Let's take a look at which lucky singer is the winner of the 2001 Best Pop Single Award!" said the host here, opening the envelope in his hand.

"I announced that the winning work of the 2001 Best Pop Single Award is...yes..." The host said here, but stopped, looked at the envelope in his hand, but it got stuck.

The guests in the audience thought that the host was singing the appetite again, but when the person on the stage had already singed the appetite from the audience for half a minute, the award had not been announced yet, and the face showed a constipated expression, everyone in the audience began to whisper.

Morpheil John, who was pondering off the stage, was awakened by the abnormal reaction of the host on the stage, and then a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Sure enough, the host then gave helpless introduction, confirming his speculation: "Okay, I'm sure the singer of the award-winning work is not here at this time, but I know he is not far from us. As long as we walk out of the door, we may see him. If you are lucky enough, you can even hear this song."

Everyone in the audience already understood who the winner was, and even more so why the host was disobedient just now. Then the host's voice even more helplessly rang in the hall.

"You're right. In 2001, the Best Pop Single Award was "Belovedby Inducement" by Z Guochen!" The host announced without any passion.

This scene tests people's ability to adapt. Because the guests in the audience don't even know what expressions and attitudes to face this result at this time. Applause seems a bit inappropriate. The winner is not here at all. He is busy grabbing the limelight from everyone on the scene not far away, and the organizers of the Grammys are probably not in the mood to hear applause at this time.

It seems a bit unreasonable to not applaud. After all, every award is won by singers based on their strength, and they have no expression of other people's achievements. It is not the way of a gentleman and lady. You should know that there are live broadcasts on the scene, and there are more than just the guests watching the ceremony.
Chapter completed!