The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Jump~~~~~~~

A string was slowly tightened, producing an increasingly higher pitch.

Jessica pulled the strings like a bow, twisted the knob twice, and then unscrewed another string. Her guitar needs to be replaced with a new set of strings today, something she hasn't done in a long time. After removing the old strings, she still has to wipe off the dust, apply maintenance oil, and care for the fingerboard. After one set of operations, it takes more than ten minutes.

"Why did you twist it so many times?"

After Michelle took a shower, she watched her do it.

"Because the neck is a piece of wood, you can think of it as a bow. The bow will pull the bowstring, and the same is true for the strings. The six strings are tightened at the same time, and the tension of the neck can be shared by them at the same time. But if I tighten one string first, then that string will have to bear all the tension of the neck." Jessica plucked the strings one by one, and then turned the six knobs a few more turns: "If one string is broken, this set The string is useless and I don’t have any spares.”

"Oh." Michelle held up her face.

A few minutes later, the strings were all twisted into standard tune. Jessica picked up the guitar and plucked it with her fingernails, and the sweet sound came out of the resonance box. As consumables, most guitar strings cannot escape the fate of being replaced. Most of the strings with good sound have a short lifespan, and most of the strings with a long life have an ordinary sound. As for both being good...

You get what you pay for, no need to say that.

After playing another solo song, Jessica felt a little emotional.

After returning to England, I practiced hard and my piano skills have surpassed my level in my previous life. The black light body is unreasonable in this regard. The fingers press the strings extremely accurately without getting tired, and it is difficult to make mistakes. Especially when learning new music, the dull and jerky feeling disappears very quickly. As long as the difficulty is moderate and you practice it a few times, you can play it smoothly while looking at the music score. Not to mention playing and singing music, the chords are basically played with eyes closed. At most, the solo part requires some concentration.

"You said you wanted to write a song, have you written anything?"

Miss Butterfly opens a carton of milk.

"Let me think about it..."

Jessica looked at the ceiling, shook her head, and plucked a few strings. Under Michela's gaze, she first made a gesture of repentance, and then opened her mouth to sing:

"I'm a big big girl, In a big big world"

(I am a big girl in a big world)

"It's not a big big thing if you leave me..."

(It's not a big, big thing if you leave me)

The guitar accompaniment is very simple, like a cautious girl, with gentle movements, unconsciously revealing timidity. The meaning of the lyrics is also very easy to understand. A strange world, young love, rain in the sky, and wind blowing outside the window perfectly fit the melancholy words that a girl would write in her diary.

When she sang the second verse, it was still the phrase "big girl". Jessica tapped the panel with her right wrist rhythmically, imitating the drum beats and joining in, making the rhythm of the whole song more obvious; and most of the roots The playing intensity of the sound has increased, and the excellent performance of the J-200 resonance box fully amplifies it, instantly creating a sense of immersion.

But Jessica’s voice was still so gentle.

It's like she's truly transformed into an adult girl.

It’s just that compared to Jessica who is devoted, Michela has deserted.

Strictly speaking, she views any mimicry of Watson with a filter. She knows very well that despite some personality influences, he is still her boyfriend under the skin. As long as they are willing, whether it is Jessica or Mrs. Viper, they can immediately restore Watson's original character state.

But this is mostly limited to getting along personally.

As long as there is an appropriate distance between each other, a row of seats, and a room, when Watson truly speaks and acts with a completely disguised appearance, voice, demeanor, and personality, the strange feeling will become more and more obvious.

It was like he himself had literally disappeared.

Like this moment.

Miss Butterfly Knife felt a little panicked.

In her mind, she imagined Jessica on the stage. She was on the edge of the crowd, dozens of meters away from the two of them, and Jessica was singing the song. The whole scene was so strange—— Jessica is already like this, let alone Mrs. Viper.

Michela then thought, if one day, Watson turns into someone he has never seen before, and there is no longer even a little bit of familiarity. When the two pass by, will she still recognize him?

I'm afraid not.

Thinking of this, Michela once again put her eyes on Jessica's face.

Miss Drew was originally a female college student, so there was nothing inappropriate about singing this kind of song. Putting aside the fact that her body was Watson... After a few seconds, Michela finally realized that she couldn't rule it out at all. This thought. She even felt that at this time, her heart would be like treating a life-saving straw, repeatedly reminding the other person that it was actually Watson.

Only in this way can you listen and appreciate with peace of mind.

"I have your arms around me warm like fire"

(Your arms wrap around me, warm as fire)

"But when I open my eyes~~~~You're gone..."

(But when I opened my eyes, you were already gone)

Jessica had already finished singing the second verse, and changed from strumming to strumming. The fingering technique of her left hand changed to a rising key, and she entered the most passionate part of the song: "I'm a big big girl..."

Michela just looked at her and said nothing.

"what happened?"

The song ended with the calm accompaniment of strumming. Seeing Miss Butterfly Knife's delay in responding, Jessica stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

"The way you sang just now..." Dr. Heinzwafen sighed, with a complicated look on his face: "I really feel that you are another person. You have nothing to do with Watson. You are just a completely different person." Different people, you just happen to know me."

"Then you should get used to it early." Jessica nuzzled at her and plucked the strings a few more times: "Before I hang out Baron Otto, I will stay like this for quite some time in the future. Having said that, what do you think? How about this song?"

"Girl's sadness." Michelle raised her eyebrows: "I don't mean to hate this type, but I... you know, I have been away from this stage for a long time. And, how should I say, I even felt like I heard a children’s song just now.”

"Indeed it is."

Jessica couldn't explain that this song had been popular for a long time in her previous life, and the original singer, Hannah Emilia Rydberg, was only in her early 20s at the time. During this time, she had actually been thinking about which song she wanted to start with. However, since gaining popularity and being recognized as Baron Otto was the primary goal, becoming a singer seriously was relatively secondary, so she took her time. route.

To put it bluntly, I decided to become a singer in the first place because I became famous quickly.

Anyway, there are not many singers who were at their peak when they debuted in their previous life.

A wretched and perverted little old man like Otto Wilmitz should be hooked out and killed as soon as possible. Who has the leisure to spend a year or two with him?

"Actually, your song is quite good. The melody is simple and very nice. At least I can remember how to sing it after listening to it once." Michela didn't know Jessica's little thoughts, so she analyzed it carefully: "Those who are more than ten years old Twenty-year-old children will like this kind of taste. I was also young, and this kind of song is very suitable for their mood. Middle-aged and elderly people probably won’t hate it either. At their age, what they love most is to reminisce about their youth.”

"Say something like that."

Miss Drew smiled and leaned over, reaching out to touch her face: "You're not that big, either?"

Michela looked at her, her eyes gradually becoming gentle.

"You look worried."

After hesitating for a while, Jessica decided to express her judgment: "I find that sometimes, or when I become someone else, you seem to be like this occasionally. The way you look at me secretly... Are you still worried that one day I will turn into someone else completely?"

"......Do you know?"

"I do not know."

After Jessica finished speaking, she saw the sadness in the woman's eyes.

She moved the chair closer to the other person, held the face with one hand, and stroked the scar at the corner of her mouth with her fingertips: "But if there comes a day, you must come to me, I will fall in love with you again, and then find out from your heart Return to your former self.”

Michela's azure eyes were lightly closed, and when they were raised again, they were covered with a light mist. She seemed to suddenly relax, and her frown completely relaxed. Then she reached out to support Jessica and took the initiative to hold her in her arms.

Jessica's eyelids trembled, and her eyes were a little surprised. Michela has never been accustomed to her completely changed appearance. She knows this very well, and it is easy to understand if she thinks about it from her perspective. But it was different now. As a kiss fell on her ear, she could feel the fiery breath of the other person.

But it wasn't until the pressure from the hard object on her chest suddenly intensified that she realized there was another burden on her.

"Wait, wait...my guitar..."

An acoustic guitar was sandwiched between two people, which was indeed dangerous. Jessica had to pull it out, but the guitar case was still a little far away from her. Seeing Miss Drew's embarrassed and anxious look, Michela burst out laughing and took a bite as if she was playing a prank.

There was a gust of wind on the ground, and the levitating cloak came into play at the critical moment. He held the guitar and floated back, put it into the box gently, and fastened the lock carefully.

The basement was quiet again.

......

At noon the next day, Hammersmith District, London.

"Hi! Jessica."

Jessica walked into a coffee shop with her guitar on her back. Maurice DeLeon stood up in the corner and waved to her. His shiny bald head almost reminded Miss Drew of Beltway. She walked over quickly and saw a figure in front of Maurice facing her, wearing a camel jazz hat.

"Hello, Derion."

After a brief greeting, Morris introduced both parties: "Introduction, this is Friedson Collins, Friedson, this is Jessica, the singer I told you yesterday."

"Hello."

Friedson is about thirty years old and doesn't put on any airs. He has a friendly smile and a stubble on his face that matches his slim coat. He is full of the temperament of a gloomy handsome man: "Morris admires your singing voice very much. I trust his ears on that.”

"Thank you." Jessica put on a professional smile with the attitude she had in her previous life: "To be honest, I don't know much about the agency."

"Oh, it's okay, let's talk slowly."