Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

In an instant, a needle could be heard in the classroom, and all the students' eyes turned to the same direction.

The people in the circle of sight didn't react. It wasn't until the classmate next to her poked her elbow suddenly that Eliza woke up from the state of fugue. When she looked up, she saw Gerry, who was teaching the history of music. Professor Fen frowned with a serious expression on his face.

Professor Griffin naturally noticed the small movements of the classmate next to Elisa. He raised his hand to support his glasses, raised his chin in the direction of Elisa, and asked again, "This female classmate, can you help me?" Please answer my question just now." He purposely bit down on the word "trouble", and it sounded a bit tit-for-tat for no reason.

Professor Griffin's voice echoed in the huge auditorium.

Under the gaze of Professor Griffin, Elisa choked for a moment, and just when Professor Griffin was about to speak, a small note was passed over from Eliza's right side, "Ili Sha looked down and took a quick glance.

"This classmate..." Professor Griffin just started, and Eliza's voice sounded from the corner of the classroom, "The music composed by Staravinsky, the orchestra that adopted the Baroque Concerto Combination methods, and instrumental genres such as prelude, serenade, toccata, garvotte..."

Elisa talked eloquently, and Professor Griffin's frowning brows slowly relaxed. When Elisa finished speaking continuously, Professor Griffin stared at Elisa silently. Seconds nodded slightly to her.

"The purpose of neoclassicism is to revive the pure music themes of the Baroque period, such as the Concerto, Partita, Toccata, Passacaglia, and Licecal, so that the music will return to purity..."

After Professor Griffin continued to give lectures, Eliza, who had escaped, let out a small sigh of relief. In front of her was the small note that was passed just now, with beautiful cursive characters on it. Wrote Professor Griffin's question just now.

Eliza lowered her head and glanced to the side secretly, only to see the boy's bony hand, and the lines flowing out from the tip of the pen were exactly the same as the cursive words on the note.Eliza picked up the ballpoint pen and carefully wrote a line on the note.At this moment, feeling Professor Griffin's eyes drifting towards her direction, Elisa subconsciously straightened her back, and at the moment Professor Griffin's gaze moved away, her subordinates The note was gently pushed back.

The movement of the boy's pen suddenly paused. When he saw the line on the note, the corner of his mouth quickly turned up, and he pulled it back immediately, but his left hand held the note and moved towards I moved a small section under my notebook.

"... That's all for today's content. After all the students who have taken this course go back, they will choose a musician related to neoclassicism based on the content of this lesson, and transfer the music style of this musician Make a note instead. Hand in the hard copy by the next class. Okay, get out of class is over."

After Professor Griffin finished speaking, he did not leave the classroom immediately, but turned his gaze to the left side of the classroom, "The female student who was called up by me to answer questions in class just now, come with me to the office .”

Leaving those words behind, Professor Griffin walked out of the classroom without looking back. Elisa was taken aback for a moment, then picked up her backpack and nimbly slipped out of the gap between the table and the wall, and quickly followed Walked out of the classroom behind the professor.

After the professor left, amidst the murmurs that exploded in the classroom, the boy who just handed Eliza the little note pulled out the note that had been pressed under the notebook just now, and wrote it under the question he wrote. Italian italics added a line——

"Thank you for your help just now."

Followed by a cute smiling expression, the corner of the boy's mouth couldn't stop rising, his eyes rolled back and forth on this short line of words many times, and then he carefully clipped the note into the notebook .

……

The cold white tone makes the atmosphere of the whole room a bit cold; on the solid wood desk, two pots of cactus add a bit of vitality to the room; books.

Professor Griffin casually put his file bag on the table, and Elisa sat down at the desk under the gesture of Professor Griffin.

Professor Griffin rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands tightly. His temples were already stained white with frost, but under those two sparse eyebrows, his eyes were still piercing.

Under the gaze of Professor Griffin, Elisa put her hands on her knees, sat up straight, and met those serious eyes seriously.

"Do you know why I asked you to come to my office?"

Hearing this question, Elisa hesitated for a moment, and tentatively replied, "Because I lost my mind in class, sorry."

"You don't need to say sorry to me." There was no trace of anger in Professor Griffin's tone. He stared into Elisa's eyes and said seriously, "Actually, I might need to say sorry to you."

Hearing Professor Griffin's words, Eliza's eyes widened.

Professor Griffin said frankly, "In my class, I have never singled out a student to answer the specified questions. I must admit that I did have a prejudice against you at the beginning of this semester. But after today's class, I think..." He paused, and said, "Maybe I was wrong."

"No, you..."

Elisa subconsciously opened her mouth, but Professor Griffin slightly raised her hand to stop Elisa from continuing, "I wrote down the names of every student when I got the student list at the beginning of this semester. Including you. But since my second class, you haven't shown up, and when I came back to class today, I was absent in class again..."

Listening to Professor Griffin's calm narration, Eliza lowered her head lower and lower.

"I've always hated unserious students." Actually, I've listened to your first album, and I've also listened to your subsequent singles, so when I saw you wander off, I was very angry.Griffin looked into Eliza's eyes and repeated calmly, "Very angry."

"But after I asked you to get up and answer the question, I thought I might have misunderstood." Under Eliza's surprised gaze, Professor Griffin continued, "But what I want to tell you is that studying music history is only It is not enough to be familiar with or memorize some hard knowledge. The greatest role of music history in music creation is to provide new ideas for music creation. In your answer just now, I found that you are very familiar with these basic hard knowledge, but The overall context of music history does not form a complete set of logic in your mind, and your knowledge of music history is scattered and chaotic. The four questions I asked are actually interrelated, and there are collisions among them, but your The answer misses the connection."

Hearing what Professor Griffin said, Eliza nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing Elisa's reaction, Professor Griffin's eyes flashed a look of satisfaction. He got up and walked to his bookshelf, took out two books from the top and handed them to Elisa, "Next week Before class, in addition to the homework I assigned, you will also hand in a review of these two books to me."

Before Eliza went out with the two books in her arms, a voice came from behind her.

"I look forward to your own unique style appearing in your musical works."

She paused under her feet, and then gently closed the office door.

……

Time is gradually moving towards autumn, the leaves on the branches are slowly turning yellow, and scorched curls are formed at the end of the leaves.Under the cloudy and gray curtain, the branches stretched straight, sparse and dull, but like a simple oil painting.

As soon as the class on Friday morning ended, Elisa took a taxi directly and rushed to a recording studio in New Haven.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the man in the peaked cap sitting in front of the mixer turned around.Eliza's eyes widened in surprise, "Hey, Louis, why did you come to New Haven?"

Wearing a simple lettered sweater, Louis raised his hand and spread his five fingers as a greeting to Elisa, "Your album has only the last single recording left, I don't want to The kid who came out of New Haven ruined my hard work. It just so happens that I have no other work this weekend, and Carlos reimbursed me for the air ticket to New Haven."

"So," Louis tilted his head lightly, "here I am."

Seeing the sound engineer she was familiar with, Eliza felt at ease for a moment.She went to the recording room, opened her voice a little, and was about to start recording for the first time today.

What she is going to record today is the last song on her second album, and it is also a song that Elisa wrote and composed herself.

Elisa stood behind the microphone, took a deep breath, and gestured "OK" to Carlos behind the glass.

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Four dull drums kicked off the prelude to the song, and every time a drum sounded, Eliza's right foot stomped on the ground.

One drumbeat after another cut the tone of the whole song. With the addition of guitar and bass, Elisa held the microphone and sang the first sentence——

"He said, let this be the past / He said, I will make it up to you / He said, you have nothing to lose in this matter, don't you..."

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On the night when the New York Times report was published, Eliza, who had just returned to the hotel from the set, received a call from Alisa.

The woman on the opposite side had a heavy nasal voice, and she choked up her sobs after calling out Elisa's name lightly.Elisa comforted her softly for a long time before the woman on the other end of the phone finally sorted out her emotions. After calming down a little, she told a story to Eliza.

In the story, a female model was dragged into the room by the photographer during a cover shoot, and kissed and touched her. When the other's hand was all the way down, the female model kicked the photographer's lower body violently. He finally escaped from the room.But the filming didn't end, she could only stand behind the camera, listen to the photographer's instructions, and show one large-scale seductive action after another in front of this man.Until the end of the shooting, before leaving the studio, the photographer wiped her bare waist with his hand.

"I didn't know what to do at the time. Everyone around me, whether it was my agent or other senior models I knew, was telling me that it would not be good for me to make a big deal about it. I didn't dare to tell me My family, they were not very supportive of my job as a model, once they found out about it, they would definitely let me go back home to find a 'stable' job as soon as possible." Listening to another With a seemingly calm narration, Elisa clenched her phone tightly, and she opened her mouth, but at this moment she suddenly realized that her words were powerless.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Alyssa's tone, "I walked to the door of the agent's office that day, trying to seek justice, but I heard him on the phone with the photographer. He asked the photographer for $3 , and agreed to settle the matter for the other party. Ha, how ridiculous, but it was only 3 dollars. But the photographer agreed. I listened to their conversation, did not rush in to question my agent, and did not do anything , I just left the company alone. On the way back, I received a call from my agent. He talked to me for a long time, and I didn't have the courage to ask him the question 'why' until I hung up the phone. "

"Why must I compromise? Why do people who obviously did nothing wrong have to bear all the consequences? Why can't I even get an apology in this matter!" Alyssa's voice became louder and louder, until finally In a word, she almost screamed out.

After shouting this sentence, the woman on the other end suddenly laughed softly.

Elisa sat on the cold ground with her mobile phone in her hand, listening to the high and low laughter on the other side slowly subsided, until there was the crisp sound of the mobile phone knocking on the floor, and the other side completely returned to silence.

Before finally hanging up the phone, Eliza seemed to hear a faint choking sound in a trance.

"But, how can you pretend that nothing happened?"

Every time a line of lyrics was sung, the smiling face of the brown-haired woman seemed to appear in front of Elisa. She clenched her fists tightly, forcibly restraining her belated and helpless anger, her voice was unsteady. There was a tremor consciously.

This trembling was immediately and keenly captured by Louis, but he did not cut off the music, but pressed his earphones tightly, listening carefully to every sound of Elisa, not missing any details.He could see that Eliza was now completely immersed in the atmosphere of the music, completely immersed in the song.

Is perfect music necessarily the best?

Not necessarily.

Sometimes, the beauty of regret is more precious.

From Elisa's first single until now, almost every song of Eliza has been recorded by Louise.For a long time, Eliza's performance has been very smooth. Eliza's singing voice must be able to give out where the emotions should be, but there are few changes in this voice. From the beginning of the recording, Louise was able to Think about how this song will be when it is finished.

This kind of singing is very powerful, but there is always something missing.It seems that everything Elisa wants to express is pinned on the lyrics, and at the end of the singing session, all she does is present the song in her imagination instead of reinterpreting the song.

But during his only live performance of "Under the cloak of darkness," Louis saw something different.During the recording just now, the slight tremor in Eliza's voice made Louis grasp something keenly.

In the recording studio, Elisa devoted herself to singing, clenched her fists tightly, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging out of anger.After a hearty high note, Elisa ended the singing this time, her figure staggered slightly, her legs trembled slightly, and she squatted down.She lowered her head and breathed heavily, and when she opened her eyes suddenly, there seemed to be small black spots flying around like bugs in front of her eyes.

After the anger faded, Eliza breathed a sigh of relief, and then she stood up straight to see Louis' reaction.But he saw Louis put his hands on the earphones and stared at his computer motionlessly. It wasn't until Elisa knocked on the door of the recording studio that he suddenly woke up from his daze.

Elisa saw Louis take off the earphones abruptly, stretched out both hands to Elisa, and gave a thumbs up straight, with an undisguised smile of surprise on his face.

Eliza breathed a sigh of relief.

The last song of the second album, Became.

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The high-profile "Quincy Jones Rumor Case" opened in Los Angeles Superior Court on September 9.

Since both the defendant and the plaintiff are public figures in the American music industry, this Internet rumor case has attracted the attention of many netizens since the case was formally filed for investigation.

Considering the public's attention to this case, on the day of the trial on September 9, the Los Angeles Superior Court started a live webcast of the trial, and also announced the news on Twitter in advance.

Five minutes before leaving the courtroom, a large amount of data poured into the webcast platform, causing the webcast platform to freeze for 5 seconds.

At 9:12 am on September 10, the trial officially began.