“Martin, Martin!”
“Martin, Martin!”
“Martin, Martin!”
Taylor and Avril were shouting along with the crowd when they suddenly felt the crowd in front of them commotion.
“Look, it’s Martin coming out.”
“Martin, it’s Martin! Oh God, he’s so handsome! ”
To the cheers of thousands of fans, a group of security guards trotted out of the bookstore and pulled up the human wall.
Martin then strode out of the bookstore and walked toward the signing counter set up next to the bookstore.
Offstage, the reporters’ flashing lights lit up, and even the light of the advertising screens around Times Square was masked.
Martin stood on the stage, holding the microphone handed over by the staff, looked at the black-pressed crowd under the stage, and let out an exclamation.
“Wow, I didn’t expect so many people to come today, it’s flattering.”
“I hope everyone is safe, not crowded, avoid stampede, you are happy, I have to make sure you go back safely.”
“Martin is so handsome, oh my God, I really want to marry him when I grow up.” Taylor Swayy 09ft full of little stars.
Avril Lavigne on the side was no better, and while jumping and waving her hand towards the stage, she said: “That’s it, it’s too handsome, his facial features are so delicate, no wonder he is mistaken for an elf.” ”
At this time, several shouts suddenly sounded in the crowd:
“With so many people coming today, can Martin finish the autograph?”
“I don’t want to run for nothing, I’ve been waiting for more than two hours.”
“Everyone squeeze forward, squeeze in and get autographs.”
“Yes, squeeze forward!”
The crowd stirred.
“Everyone pay attention to safety, pay attention to safety…” Martin frowned and continued to dissuade.
But the crowd was still crowding forward under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, and the human wall formed by the security guards was in danger.
In the audience, many reporters showed a look of watching a good show.
For this group of people, don’t think things are big, the bigger the noise, the better.
A reporter from the News of the World said: “Martin is still too young to get this kind of occasion, it is estimated that soon the New York PD will have to move!” ”
Other journalist interfaces echo:
“His aura is not enough to calm so many people, he is not Michael Jackson.”
“Martin looks mature, but he’s only fourteen years old.”
“I suspect he’s terrified by now!”
A reporter from the Los Angeles Times, who had a good relationship with Martin on the side, retorted: “You all save it, Martin has personally experienced Michael’s concert, how can he be frightened by such a small scene?!” This is clearly someone making trouble! ”
“Hey, that’s because of Michael’s aura suppression, he was just a small assistant singer at the time.” A reporter from News of the World said, “As for troublemaking, who in this circle does not have some enemies, shouldn’t Martin have been mentally prepared for this kind of scene?” ”
The reporters here are arguing, and the incited crowd over there is increasingly crowding towards the signing desk, seeing that order is about to collapse.
Andrea looked at her daughter who kept squeezing forward with some anxiety, and shouted in her mouth: “Taylor, come back, Taylor, come back quickly…”
But as soon as her voice came out, she was drowned out in a crazy shout.
“Squeeze over, squeeze over!”
“We want to sign, we want to sign!”
“You can’t run for nothing!”
At this moment, Martin on the stage made a movement.
He plugged the microphone into the pole, pressed his fingers to his ears, and held his breath.
Then an incomparably high-pitched voice suddenly erupted in his throat.
As soon as this guttural sound comes out, it is like a tsunami, turning into a rolling wave through the microphone and rolling in all directions.
Then one guttural sound after another sounded.
They fluctuate and change, blending into novel and bizarre melodies that reverberate throughout Times Square.
This is the soul-calming song of the “Sea Clan”, which has the effect of calming people’s hearts.
Because this song contains a large number of pharyngeal, pan-high or super high pitches, it is also a type of music that is difficult to imitate in the God and Demon Continent.
Among the sea tribes, only the mackerel tribe and the fish people can perform this song. [ Read more novels for free on our website: tinyurl.com/2aa54z8b ]
On the God and Demon Continent, only the two races of elves and succubus can completely imitate it.
As soon as the “Requiem Song” came out, all the noise was covered up, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
The crowd is no longer crowded.
Instead, stand where you are, listening quietly.
Whether you know music or not, whether you are a fan or someone with ulterior motives, Martin’s voice is brought into a certain wonderful realm at this time.
They seem to be in the boundless vast sea, their bodies and souls are up and down with the undulating tide, and from time to time the waves rush in, but they cannot have any effect on their bodies, but take away those overly agitated emotions in their souls…
Until the music disappears, the square is still quiet, and the silence that can be heard when the needle falls on the ground!
The boy on the stage stood quietly.
He wore light blue jeans, canvas shoes of the same color, a light-colored long-sleeved shirt, and a baseball jacket.
The light brown hair was broken into pieces, slightly disheveled, and the height was five feet nine inches, but at the age of fourteen, he had completely escaped the childishness of a child, showing a unique demeanor.
The young boys and girls in the audience, young men and women, middle-aged men and women all held their breath, and they (they) who were still immersed in the music, looked at Martin’s eyes, just like looking at 653… God!
It’s not music, it’s Martin’s little bit of magic, somewhat similar to the psychological cues invented by humans, but more powerful.
After a few moments of silence, Martin spoke up again.
“Okay, now you should be able to hear me.”
“Guys, your enthusiasm just scared me a little.”
“Listen, I don’t want any of you to get hurt today, everyone has to follow order, can you do it?”
The quiet crowd erupted into neat shouts: “We can! ”
Not only the fans, but even the group of journalists were shouting along with it.
The reporter of the “News of the World” looked shocked, and did not understand why he followed Martin’s wishes, screaming like an “idiot” here.
What a hell, I have such a strong herd mentality?!
“Since you agreed, you are not allowed to repent, otherwise I will let the security guard invite you out, regardless of whether you are my fans or not.”
“Also, there are more people here today, so I will extend the signing time and try to ensure that everyone can get autographs.”
“So as long as everyone queues well, they don’t have to worry about not getting their signatures.”
“Okay, now the book signing begins, and everyone comes to the stage one by one.”
(Brothers, please take care, evaluation, flowers, collections, and rewards, thank you.) ）。
