Jolene looks at herself in the mirror mounted on the wall.
Itâs 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 canât sing.
There is no song that canât be sung by that guy.
Every song in Nicoleâs mouth becomes the same song.
At this moment, Jolene suddenly misses Nicole.
Chris played the music again, Ed Sheeranâs Perfect.
Jolene doesnât often listen to pop music, but she likes this one.
Ed Sheeranâs voice is sad and weeping, and sometimes Jolene can hear desperation.
She really wanted Chris to cut the song.
He speaks soâso English, donât spoil her feeling about the song.
Havenât said it yet, the prelude is over.
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1228 Vouchers âI found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead I found a girl, beautiful and sweetâ¦â
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 penetrate his body, and it is still colorfully reflected on the wall.
I donât know if itâs 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 played the original sound.
But the second sentence, the third sentence, she could tell it wasnât Ed Sheeranâs voice.
Ed Sheeranâs voice is thick, full, sadâ¦
And this guyâs voice is a little hoarse.
But itâs this little bit of dumbness thatâs 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 place, with a tone- deaf face, but he can make such a voice.
Jolene suspects heâs eating some musicians.
Suddenly, a snap of her fingers pulled her back from her mess of thoughts.
He pointed to Joleneâs 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.
âBaby, Iâm 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 tonightâ¦â
The lyrics are beautiful and touchingâ¦
Chrisâs English is good, not hot at all.
When he plays 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 48.23 day after tomorrow if you are toneâdeficient.
Jolene likes Ed Sheeranâs lyrics. Although it is difficult to understand, there are a hundred Hamlets in the eyes of a hundred people.
Everyone interprets lyrics differently.
Chrisâ 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 his last sentence âYou look perfect tonight.â
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 impeccable facial features, and his green eyes create a kind of blurred, mysterious and incomparable beauty.
Beauty is beautiful, but the human design is too thin and easy to collapse.