接下来的几分钟就是焦急和烦躁纠结在一起，外加我的语伴低声地指导，我应该怎样怎样。手边有很多吉他但没有一把适合我。更糟糕的是，我已经无法正常思考的脑袋只能想出一首歌——尼尔•杨的《老男人》。我知道，我真的知道这是个很糟糕的选择。可以说是荒谬。但这是我浑浑噩噩的大脑以及濒临崩溃的内心唯一能想出来的。

    By this time, the MC was already introducing me. Despite the short circuit occurring in my cerebral cortex, I could grasp the phrase "Waiguoren" and felt the weight of several hundred pairs of eyes, along with several hundred people's expectations, lift me to my feet and drag me screaming into the void. The stairs up to the stage were a rocky mountain path. There was a cliff face at the edge of the stage. The stage lights in my eyes blinded me to the safest path forward. Hands shaking, I accepted the microphone from the MC.

    这时 ......