PFC Chapter 2289 Gotham Music Chapter (28)
Chapter 2289 Gotham Music Chapter (28)
Chapter 2289 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-eight)
"I don't know how to describe it." Christopher's tone lowered, he lowered his head slightly, his thick lips tightly pursed, and it was obvious that his emotions were churning inside.
"The conflict between us is not as simple as writing a few offensive lyrics in the song." Christopher finally admitted, he said: "We want to look forward to a better future, but Tupac is always looking back at the past. I know that suffering, violence and injustice do exist, but we always have to solve the problem."
"My dad always told me that if we want to win, we have to stand on a high point, and we can use all means to achieve this. Now I have it, I am sought after and I am the center of attention."
"I was getting closer and closer to changing something, but he called me a traitor. Don't you think it should be the other way around?"
Christopher's tone was filled with doubt. He said, "Doc, you may think that all black people who rap must be from the streets, have been bad since childhood, and either sell drugs on the streets or rob stores and pedestrians."
"I admit that I was like this. My mother couldn't support the two of us alone, so I became a drug dealer in the neighborhood very early on. This earned me my first pot of gold, but I was also punished and spent a long time in prison."
"I'm not proud of it, but I have to say that if I didn't have this money, I wouldn't have the money to do rap. This society has taken too much from us, and we just have to find ways to get it back."
"Tupac is different. Although he may have some unspeakable past, it was mostly caused by the bad atmosphere of certain neighborhoods."
"His family conditions are not good, but at least they can support him to go to art school. Can you imagine? He has studied classical music, dances, and even participated in concerts in Baltimore. He is not a traditional black person, at least not the same as me."
"He has something I envy very much. He can easily squeeze into the upper class. He can gain power and then change everything. Even if the change is not much, he can always help some people without having to work hard like me to climb up from the bottom."
"But now that I have climbed up, he should understand me better. Now that I have the right to speak and fame, I can speak for many people and change their lives. This is exactly what I want to do in the next album."
"I'm going to start talking about it, I'm going to let the world know what they did to us, that's why I've worked so hard to get to where I am today, and he only sees me as compromising with the trend of pop music, he thinks I gave up my voice and just wanted to make money."
"I admit that the wording of the album I released before was not that strong. I listened to my dad and started to focus on the melody and added some pop elements, but this was just a means."
"What right does he have to ask me to tell the truth from beginning to end like him? What right do I have to be like him and not compromise with commercialism and only focus on my own teachings?"
"I thought he could understand me, but the truth is he doesn't understand at all. Black people at the bottom of society don't have so many choices. We just have to make money first. Without money, we have nothing."
"He doesn't understand that our starting points are so far apart, and how much effort it would take for me to run to his starting point. He just accused me of running in the wrong way without any reason, and he himself is staying where he is, refusing to reach a higher place that is within his reach."
"He superficially misunderstood me without waiting for my time, and I have to say I was very disappointed and hurt for a long time."
"But what puzzles me even more is his approach. His view of our situation is so pessimistic that he feels he has to sink into our midst and repeatedly denounce the suffering and violence like a real black person in order to help us."
"But in fact, this is our world, this is our rule. People at the bottom have their own way of living. We don't need his sympathy, we just need him to do something more efficient, but he didn't."
"He is overly indulged in pessimistic sympathy, like a philosopher and thinker. I don't understand what makes him like this. I can only say that his choice to board this ship was a big mistake. This is not the way we solve problems, and it cannot solve the world's problems."
Christopher poured almost all the wine in the glass into his mouth. Realizing that he had lost control, he wiped his mouth and said with a grin, "Sorry, Doctor, just pretend that I have never seen the world. The champagne here is really good."
Schiller smiled and said, "The problems you mentioned are always universal. Perhaps you have never thought that a world-famous super-rich person has done the same thing."
Christopher was immediately interested. He asked, "Who?"
"Bruce Wayne."
"Wow."
Schiller looked away and said, "I think you have heard that Gotham's huge changes are inseparable from the world's richest man, but in fact he has also taken the wrong path."
"He certainly knew that life was miserable for the lower classes in Gotham, and the first solution he came up with was to become them."
"Oh, my God." Christopher smiled and raised his hands. "Don't tell me he fell off the roof and said this is the so-called life of the lower class. Come on, we didn't jump out of the cracks of stone."
"And then he realized that and chose to go down another path, and then you have this new Gotham that you see."
"Many people believe that if they want to improve the lives of the lower classes, they must join them, live like real poor people, and then see what ways the poor can change the world."
"But in fact, different people are in different positions in this world. Anyone who rashly invades someone else's territory will be hit hard. It's the same whether you suddenly go up or suddenly go down."
"People who are stunned by this blow will always make wrong estimates and exaggerate the difficulties of life for the lower classes. This has certain advantages, which is that it gives them more motivation to change the situation, but it also has disadvantages. After all, people are emotional animals. As long as they think about how bad the situation in the world is, everyone will feel pain and despair."
"You can't say they are not strong, because they realize through their own experience and clear cognition that the world is filled with despair."
"This is an explosion of empathy that can almost simultaneously empathize with the suffering of the lower classes around the world. Every organ in the body is exaggerating these feelings. They are lost, frustrated, depressed, and even collapse."
"Those who can make it through are heroes, but even heroes can hardly avoid it. They need to get through this period, but don't forget that this road is full of obstacles, and there are countless pairs of malicious eyes staring at everyone who walks by."
"When they are depressed, they will inevitably become like ordinary people, with slow thinking and dull reactions, which gives the beasts lying in wait an opportunity to take advantage of them."
"They will seize every weakness revealed by the heroes, pounce on them with all their might, and try every means to bite off every piece of their flesh, causing them to bleed too much and be unable to reach the end."
"The heroes who have gone down in history have survived all of this, but how many people are there in the entire world? You can imagine that countless people have died on this road."
"Some of them come from better backgrounds and have to learn to understand the suffering of the lower classes. They often have more sensitive empathy organs than the general public who are exhausted by life, so they are more easily overwhelmed by these emotions."
Christopher's grip on his glass tightened. He said, "Do you think Tupac is in this mood?"
"I can't be sure because I haven't met him, but I need to tell you that people like this, when they survive this kind of disaster, will burst out with stronger motivation than anyone else, and will be able to do more than anyone else. The more suffering they empathize with, the more they will risk their own lives. Countless heroes have proven this."
"In addition to truly understanding the suffering of the lower classes, they also have the perspective of the upper class, are not limited by class, have more comprehensive abilities and a vision that is more in line with the background of the times, which will give them a greater chance than others to create their own great cause."
Christopher let out a long breath and straightened his back. The dizziness brought by the alcohol gradually disappeared from his brain, and was replaced by an excitement in which his mind was racing.
"I have to go talk to him." Christopher nodded and said, "No matter what, I want to know what he really thinks."
After saying that, Christopher was about to walk out of the room, but the security guard at the door stopped him, and everyone in the room turned back.
The bright lights of the cruise ship shone across the plank road of the dock, turning the pitch-black road surface into silver-white, and then were broken into star-like fragments by the waves. In the instant when the searchlight passed by, people saw the mysterious name on the side of the big ship - "Atlantis".
"Getting on board!"
Accompanied by a shout from afar, Schiller, who was standing in front of the window of the waiting room on the second floor, saw the guests on the first floor flocking to the plank road, and under the guidance of the guides, they stepped onto the deck of the ship and then entered the cabin on the first floor.
Schiller saw some familiar figures among the many guests. He put the wine glass to his lips and smiled. Tonight was destined to be a lively and sleepless night.
"Doctor, what are you so happy about?"
A familiar voice sounded behind Schiller. Schiller turned around and saw Bruce. He sighed and said, "If I don't take the initiative to find you, you'd better not take the initiative to find me. I think this is the customary courtesy between adults."
"I don't think so." Bruce took out the invitation letter he received, and slowly moved the finger holding the invitation letter to the name of the challenger who challenged him. His eyes seemed to hope Schiller would give an explanation.
Schiller saw a name written in cursive English there—"Roman Sionis."
(End of this chapter)