Emotional note

Hugo was like a seven-year-old child who had lost his way in a strange city, feeling lonely, helpless, and unable to find any help. He wanted to go home, but couldn't find the way back, so he could only stand on the street, howling in helplessness. People kept passing by on the road, but no one was willing to stop for a child, not even sparing a glance as they hurried past Hugo. The bustle and noise of the city streets made Hugo's confusion and vulnerability appear even more lonely and worrisome.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, and Hugo bit his lower lip tightly, not letting any sound come out, just allowing the tears to keep falling.

Hugo didn't even know what was wrong with him. The audition for "A Few Good Men" went smoothly tonight, and in the afternoon, he felt that everything was going well when he moved, but a nightmare at night brought him back to the timeline before he traveled through. Strong emotions flooded Hugo, and he had no power to resist, only allowing tears to occupy his mind.

"Knock knock..." The knocking echoed in the quietness, and it startled Hugo. He instantly became alert, as if a hedgehog had entered defense mode. Then two more knocks came, "Hugo, are you okay?"

It was Joseph's voice.

Since there was only a bed frame on the fourth floor, without even a mattress, Joseph slept on the sofa in the living room downstairs tonight, while Karl went back to his own rented place before, and he will officially move in after buying furniture at the second-hand market tomorrow.

Obviously, Joseph was awakened by the sound from Hugo's room, and he was a little worried about Hugo's situation, so he came to ask. At first, Hugo was a bit repulsive to Joseph's voice because this world was unfamiliar, and Joseph was a part of this world, but Joseph's concern made Hugo calm down a bit. He realized that he was now an inseparable part of this world, and Joseph was his closest friend for now.

"I'm fine," Hugo finally spoke, his dry throat making his voice sound hoarse. "I just had a nightmare."

Joseph didn't seem to know how to deal with such a situation either. He was silent for a while without speaking. Just when Hugo thought he had left, Joseph's voice came from outside the room again, "I seem to have a dream catcher. Do you need it?"

This suddenly made Hugo chuckle, but his face was covered in tear stains and looked disheveled. Dreamcatchers originate from the Native American Ojibwe tribe and are made with willow hoops and loosely woven webbing or spider webs in the center. When Ojibwe children have nightmares, their parents hang a dreamcatcher at the head of their bed to symbolically catch the bad dreams or the demons in their dreams. Later, dreamcatchers were also given the meaning of praying for peace and good luck, and they could dispel nightmares and help people have pleasant dreams.

"I don't think a dreamcatcher can catch Godzilla." Hugo said casually while wiping away his tears.

Joseph, who was standing outside the door, was also stunned and only then realized that Hugo was not a child who needed a dreamcatcher to help him sleep. He thought for a moment but didn't know how to comfort him, so he awkwardly said, "There's hot water in the kitchen if you need it, you can drink some." After speaking, Joseph walked back to the hall with his stiff steps.

Hugo stood still and listened to Joseph's gradually fading footsteps, then looked back at the calm city outside the window. Interrupted by Joseph just now, Hugo came to his senses. He knew that he was under a spell just now. He was now in Los Angeles in 1992, and he had even acted in a movie. The fact had been created, and being nostalgic for the past would not help him. On the contrary, it would only make him sink into memories and achieve nothing.

He still missed Glory or Death, his parents, and the familiar era, but he could not go back. So he should bury these yearnings deep in his memory, then pick himself up and move forward with firm steps towards the future.

Music was flowing slowly in Hugo's mind, and the lyrics followed one melody after another, slowly flowing out. Hugo remembered the famous Bed-In for Peace that John Lennon and Yoko Ono held in 1969 during their honeymoon. It was one of the most classic works in the history of performance art, created to oppose the United States' war in Vietnam.

At that time, Yoko Ono and John were lying on a large bed in a hotel in Amsterdam for seven days, accepting interviews and photographs from various media. However, this good intention did not receive everyone's understanding, and some people even thought it was indecent.

For Hugo, he deeply remembered John's words: "I will start a revolution from my bed because you say my thoughts have clouded my head." Hugo's emotions began to surge, and he immediately thought of the piano prelude of John's creation "Imagine", and this famous quote came to mind, and the melody flowed out like a trickling stream.

[...

Slip inside the eye of your mind

Don't you know you might find

A better place to play?

You said that you'd never been

But all the things that you've seen

Slowly fade away

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So I start a revolution from my bed

'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head

Step outside, summertime's in bloom

Stand up beside the fireplace

Take that look from off your face

You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

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Hugo could clearly feel that since he traveled here, his understanding of creation has improved. Simply put, his last composition, "Second Chance", was not only better than before in terms of melody and lyrics, but Hugo also wrote the lyrics in English, which surprised him.

Today is no different. The melody kept bursting in his mind, and all emotions, whether positive or negative, quietly melt into the notes, wandering in his mind and then combining into a sequence. A melody spontaneously came out.

Hugo could choose to play the previous melody on the piano in his mind without excessive rendering or excessive release. It was like a voice coming from the heart, whispering and murmuring, freely roaming among the guitar strings. The music was like being touched by a faint light, a little bit healing the entanglement and pain in his heart. The spirit of being strong and inspirational was also infused into the music, quietly brewing emotions.

This paragraph of lyrics conveyed all the emotions in Hugo's heart in a straightforward yet literary way. After singing it, even Hugo's own mouth couldn't help but curve a shallow arc. The pain and confusion in his heart were released little by little with the melody.

Hugo's heart was once again determined that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, whether it was the opportunity in the movie or the outbreak of musical talent. It was a precious opportunity for Hugo. Since he had come here, he couldn't give up easily. Therefore, he would bury his yearning deep in his heart and continue his dreams in this time and space, for his parents, for their honor, and for himself.

However, halfway through the songwriting process, Hugo felt that there were some stumbling blocks. While the melody was still flowing, the lyrics were always somewhat rough and clearly not as smooth as the first chorus. The chorus lyrics were very important, and often a great chorus could elevate the entire song by two levels. Moreover, when people say "catchy", they usually refer to the chorus, so the chorus couldn't be taken lightly.

Hugo cleared his throat and felt a bit dry, so he decided to go to the kitchen for a drink of water. Besides, he had just sweated a lot, and if he didn't take a shower before going to bed, he would likely have a headache tomorrow. This body had many problems due to the toxicity of the drugs, and if he didn't pay attention, it would only get worse.

Hugo quietly pushed open the door and tiptoed to the hallway in a pair of cloth shoes. However, he forgot that he had not put on the shoe heels, so even if he tiptoed, the shoe heels would still touch the ground, making noise. This made Hugo regretful and he stopped, squatting down to put on his shoes properly before moving forward again.

In the living room, Hugo looked at Joseph, who was lying on the couch and seemed to be asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief that he had not woken him up. Hugo walked quietly to the kitchen, which was not far away, but he had to tiptoe because he was afraid of waking Joseph up, so it felt unusually long. By the time he reached the kitchen, Hugo felt like he was sweating on his forehead.

After drinking two glasses of water, Hugo felt some relief from the burning sensation in his stomach and a slight moistness in his dry throat. He put down the cup and turned around to see the magnificent scene in the living room, which was filled with blue moonlight. The black outside the window even had a sense of hierarchy, allowing one to vaguely distinguish blocks of houses, jungles, beaches, and oceans. The scenery was spectacular, and Hugo couldn't help but sigh.

Leaving aside whether the house here was too old-fashioned, this beautiful scenery alone was enough to make people linger. This piece of scenery was priceless and could not be bought for any amount of rent.

Suddenly, a voice came from the living room, "You should put up some curtains; otherwise, the light is too bright, and you can't sleep."

This startled Hugo, and he turned around to see Joseph sitting up like a zombie, still scared, "Damn it! Joseph, I thought you were bitten by a zombie or something."

"Shh..." Joseph gestured for Hugo to lower his voice. Alex was still sleeping. Hugo made a face; this was another inconvenience of sharing a place. "Since you're so timid, I should buy you a dreamcatcher."

Uh... Hugo suddenly started having thoughts of strangling a certain somebody.