Chapter 239
Chapter 239
Jolene looks at herself in the mirror mounted on the wall.
It’s really like a judge.
She raised her chin at him to signal that he could sing.
She was ready to wash her ears with blood.
Not all micbas are sounds of nature.
For example, Nicole, there is no song that the guy can’t sing.
There is no song that can’t be sung by that guy.
Every song in Nicole’s mouth bes the same song.
At this moment, Jolene suddenly misses Nicole.
Chris yed the music again, Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.
Jolene doesn’t often listen to pop music, but she likes this
one.
Ed Sheeran’s voice is sad and weeping, and sometimes Jolene can hear desperation.
She really wanted Chris to cut the song.
He speaks so–so English, don’t spoil her feeling about the
song.
Haven’t said it yet, the prelude is over.
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“I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
I found a girl, beautiful and sweet…”
Chris sang the first line, and Jolene let go of her hand.
With his back to himself, the colorful lights of spotlights on the ceiling shone on his voluptuous curls.
It seems to be able to prate his body, and it is still colorfully reflected on the wall.
I don’t know if it’s the superpower of the light that makes his voice stand out.
To be honest, when the first line of the lyrics was sung, Jolene was amazing.
She held her breath subconsciously, and at the same time carefully looked at the song station to see if
he had yed the original sound.
But the second sentence, the third sentence, she could tell it wasn’t Ed Sheeran’s voice.
Ed Sheeran’s voice is thick, full, sad…
And this guy’s voice is a little hoarse.
But it’s this little bit of dumbness that’s very textured.
It makes the already sad singing voice a little more sad.
Naturally sad, not intentionally staged.
A man who can sing will enhance his image.
Chris has an outstanding image in the first ce, with a tone- deaf face, but he can make such a voice.
Jolene suspects he’s eating some musicians.
Suddenly, a snap of her fingers pulled her back from her mess of thoughts.
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He pointed to Jolene’s nose to get her to focus.
He had already sung the chorus, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was affectionate and
fascinated.
Long, curly bangs dangle in front of the eyes, adding drama to themselves.
“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight…”
The lyrics are beautiful and touching…
Chris’s English is good, not hot at all.
When he ys affectionate, he is very involved.
Jolene watched him sing, a sentence echoed in her head.
God rewards the meal.
A good voice is also born, and it is useless to practice it the
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day after tomorrow if you are tone–deficient.
Jolene likes Ed Sheeran’s lyrics. Although it is difficult to understand, there are a hundred Hamlets in
the eyes of a hundred people.
Everyone interprets lyrics differently.
Chris‘ interpretation is definitely different.
By the end, Jolene kind of lost himself in his singing.
She was dazed for a moment, but was pulled back by hisst sentence “You look perfect tonight.”
After singing a song, he made a perfect curtain call.
Slightly greasy.
Jolene looked at him, Billy still knew him well.
Chris is in good condition, but has a lot of problems.
With one hand propped against the wall, he strikes a handsome pose.
He is indeed handsome, at the moment the lights envelop him, his impable facial features, and his
green eyes create a kind of blurred, mysterious and iparable beauty.
Beauty is beautiful, but the human design is too thin and easy to copse.