When he arrived at the door of the apartment, he found that he had not brought the key. He quickly smashed the door with the sound of King Kong gorilla. Chris was already asleep. He was shocked. He thought it was the 3KK party who was causing trouble. After rolling off the bed, he picked up the baseball bat that he placed aside.

After hearing a stack of sounds, "Chris opens the door, opens the door, Chris opens the door" shouted, only to realize that it was his roommate, and immediately cursed and threw the baseball bat into the corner to open the door.

Edward rushed into his room like a gust of wind, and churned, finding a wrinkled blank stitch, "Damn it, give me a pen, hurry up..."

Chris looked at him a little at a loss, thinking about whether he should give him another holy water while handing him a pen. This guy obviously had symptoms of being possessed by evil spirits at this moment.

Just as he was holding his pen and brushing the slit, the big black man hesitated again. Judging from this guy's appearance, it didn't seem to be quite evil. What if Mozart was on his body?

An hour passed before Edward looked up from the notebook.

"Hey, hurry up, put your electronic piano up, hurry up, hurry up."

Chris also joined the band in high school and college, but unlike Edward, as a black man, his choice is of course "funk" music representing black people. Even if he attends a church school, he cannot erase the black people's hobbies and talents in music. He is the band's keyboardist.

The electronic piano of this era is different from what Edward had seen in his previous life. The keyboard has three layers. Because of his busy studies, Chris's guy usually takes care of it.

"Are you going crazy?"

"No, okay, you can take a look at this music score first, I'll install an electronic piano for you."

Chris took the book and frowned immediately.

"I don't understand what you are? Let's see, there are folk songs, operas, and hard rock. What is this?"

"What kind of broken thing is that so difficult to install? Is it produced by IKEA in Sweden?" Edward lowered his head and fought against the pile of keyboard stands. "Okay, you think about it first, and when I finish installing, you can just follow it."

"I'll do it. When you finish pretending, it's almost dawn."

The big black guy gets two out of two and assembles the keyboard.

Edward took out the saxophone and then put it down again.

“No ensemble?”

"This thing has lyrics, I only have one mouth!"

"But you have two tongues." Chris said coldly.

In European and American folk traditions, having two tongues is one of the important characteristics of the devil who is good at lying.

This has led to the fact that everyone is beating in Europe and the United States, because the toad's tongue is forked, and the church will round it up and count two!

And Jews have always relied on being eloquent and eloquent to lend money...

"I'll go, your uncle!" Edward jumped with his feet, and he lost in this time.

Chris caressed the keyboard lovingly, and a warm side appeared on his black face.

"Well, the prelude is really hard to play..."

"Indeed, this is a multi-vocal ensemble. You can skip this section. Practice the main song a few more times, and I will add the lyrics to sing it to you."

"It's okay to play, but since I've been playing with you until now, you should tell me why, right? This music attracts you more than Meghan?" After saying that, he showed a very playful expression.

"Hehe" Edward rarely sarcastically said, "You practice quickly. After listening to it, I think you should be able to guess the reason based on your IQ. If you can't guess, go and play soy sauce with Ferry, hehe."

"I can't eat Italian food! They don't use soy sauce! Life without soy sauce is boring."

Edward fell to the ground with all his head, "You tmd hurry up and give me, no, I'm working!" He shouted out in Chinese.

"Okay," Chris muttered, "Well, the first part is multiple parts, but I should be fine if I only play one of the parts."

After trying several times, Chris was able to play the song in a complete manner, which surprised Edward, “Why is this guy so talented in music? Or is it that everyone is a musician who is delayed by cotton?”

Edward cleared his throat and sang in his breath:

“is   this    real    life   -

This is a real life,

is    this   just    fantasy   -

Or a dream?

caught    in      landslide   -

In trouble

no    escape    from    reality   -

Can't avoid reality

open    your    eyes

Open your eyes

look    up    to      the    skies    and     see   -

Looking at the sky

i'm    just   a    poor    boy,     i   need   no   sympathy   -

I'm a poor boy, but I don't need any sympathy

Because    i'm    easy   orge,   easy   go,

Because I am called and I will leave

a    little     high,    little    low,

Sometimes high, sometimes low

anyway   the   wind    blows,       doesn't     really   matter      me,

Where does the wind blow, what does it have to do with me?

-      me   -,

What does it matter?”

To be honest, the singing was pretty bad, slightly better than the incomplete tone stage.

But Chris's expression became solemn. Although he stopped playing music, the natural artistic cells in his body were still effective. He knew that he should have witnessed the birth of a great work.

However, just such a song would not make Edward excited and incoherent. There must be other purposes.

Then, the sound of the piano changed, and the electronic piano began to simulate the tone of the piano, melodious and ethereal, with endless sorrow and regret, light and heavy.

“mama, just    killed    a     man,

Mom, I just killed someone

put    a    gun    against    his    head,

Pushing his head with a gun

Pulled    my     trigger,    now   he's     dead,

Pull the trigger, now he's dead

mama, life    had   just     begun,

Mom, life has just begun

but    now   i've   gone   and       thrown     all     away   -

But now I've completely destroyed it

mama,    woo,

Mom, whine

Didn't mean    to make    you    cry   -

Unintentionally make you cry

if    i'm    not    back            this     tomorrow   -

If I don't come back at this time tomorrow

carry    on,    carry    on,    as    if    nothing    really    matters    -

Hold on, hold on, just like nothing happened

too    late,    my    time     has   orge,

Too late, my deadline is here

sends    shivers    down    my    sine,

My back trembles

body's aching   all    the   time,

All-body pain

goodbye   everybody  -    i've   get      go     go    -

Goodbye everyone, I have to leave

gotta   leave   you   all       behind   and     face     truth  -

Have to leave you to face the truth
To be continued...