The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Well, I'm not cheap selling..."

(Oh, my selling price is not cheap)

"No, I'm not cheap selling."

(No, my selling price is not cheap)

The pick swept the strings twice quickly, three times in a sudden and rapid manner, and the thumping sound in the ears stopped immediately. Everyone in the recording studio kept their original movements until the sound engineer Letty outside the glass gave a thumbs up, and the band members relaxed and let out bursts of cheers.

"So damn cool!"

The first person to howl out was the agent Frey. He almost ran through the door and pushed in, followed by a smiling Ted: "I have to admit, Jessica, you really made me change." Got the idea, this album might be a real success if you style it.”

"It's too early to say this now. I just want to complete the album recording as soon as possible." Jessica shook her head and put the Gibson electric guitar in her hand on the stand: "The person you found is very good. The current running-in situation between us is ideal. Maybe I can finish recording some basic versions within this week.”

"Very good! I have already said that trust is mutual, and in most cases repayment is the same."

"I have already said that Maurice is a good player, right?"

Agent Frey interrupted next to him, not forgetting to point his finger at his old friend Maurice Delion. The latter was touching the keyboard with one hand and his bald head with the other, smiling at this side, and then quickly turned his eyes away. To Letty outside the soundproof window.

This guy's motives are indeed impure.

Jessica shook her head helplessly, but seeing that Leti had no objection, she ignored it. Anyway, this Morris is really good, the asking price is not high, he has some friendship with me, and he is an old friend of his agent Frei, so just use it.

And judging from Letty's performance, Ms. Drew always felt that the other party was quite sophisticated.

Don’t take the initiative, don’t accept, don’t refuse.

...just very sophisticated.

Except for Letty, a bald woman who also serves as mixer, the band currently has four main members: lead guitarist and vocalist Jessica, drummer Lucia, keyboardist Maurice, and rhythm guitarist Miller. Above average.

Ted from Boom Records served as the album producer, and he did his best to help a lot, especially when it came to some tracks that required additional positions such as violinists and backing vocals. The staff could basically be in place within a day or two. After personal lawyer Old Bert confirmed the copyright and other matters, Jessica completely let go and concentrated on rehearsals.

After all, they are all very skilled repertoire.

The recording progress of the new album is extremely fast.

In terms of packaging, the album cover should be photographed by yourself, and the album name should also be written by yourself. It is best for Otto Wilmitz to be recognized at a glance.

As for the repertoire, Jessica chose a total of 10 songs, including a pure music featuring electric guitar. This song is entirely her own willful idea. After all, the original version only appeared around 2005. It was quite popular for a time, but it may not be suitable for the ears of listeners in the late 90s.

Strangely enough, very few songs have appeared as soundtracks in Marvel movies, but there is no trace of their actual existence in this world.

It really should have become a big hit long ago.

Maybe the movie soundtrack is not exactly the same thing as the plot setting after all.

"I'm ready! Guys!"

Just when Jessica was distracted, Lucia's shout came from the side. The energetic girl twirled two drumsticks and shook her little head rhythmically.

"Oh! Stop! Let me slow down!"

"This is the third time you shouted!"

Not surprisingly, she was met with laughter from her band members, and the studio was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Agent Frey saw the scene in his eyes and was filled with emotion. He was extremely glad that he didn't have to serve that irritable girl Maggie.

Can you believe that there was a fight in the recording studio?

In the end, if I smash something, I still have to make amends with a smile...

"Let's take a 10-minute break and then do it again. That's it for today, right?" With the consent of others, Jessica did not leave. Instead, she picked up the electric guitar again and took a pair of monitor headphones from the shelf to practice by herself. got up.

In the life of Ms. Drew during the day, Mr./Ms. Watson at night, and occasionally Spider-Woman in the middle of the night, the time unknowingly came to late August. During this period, Miss Butterfly Knife was paralyzed on the bed several times. As for the quarrel that was not a serious one, the two of them tacitly agreed to treat it as nothing happened.

Tonight, Park Street, Chiswick.

There are residential houses on both sides of this road. Based on the living habits of the British middle class, this place is usually relatively quiet. However, since Michela moved in, there have been some small movements in this place every now and then. Fortunately, the neighbors didn't mind much and just regarded it as energetic young girls in high spirits.

So this kind of small movement is best done before late at night.

"ah--"

Another scream came from the living room: "You sneak attack!"

Swish!

A flash of sword flashed across her eyes, and Miss Watson took half a step back, twisting her waist to avoid Michela's attack. Knowing that his girlfriend could not be stabbed to death, Dr. Heinzwafen struck out with all his strength, and stabbed her with the second knife. But this was not a problem for Miss Watson. She accurately blocked the attack with her left arm, then moved forward instead of retreating, trying to subdue the opponent with an elbow strike that was slowed down more than ten times.

The two people went back and forth with each other for more than ten moves, and finally decided the winner.

Michela hugged Miss Watson's waist from behind and knocked her to the carpet with a German back throw. Miss Watson pretended to be dizzy and allowed the woman to cuff her hands, but she didn't expect that it wasn't over yet. Several leather straps were tied up immediately.

"You are going too far! Mimi!"

"Don't call me Mimi!" Michela slapped her on the butt: "Don't you want Nisha? How about I call her over now?"

"Don't! I fought with her while masked last time!"

"That's not right."

Miss Butterfly Knife took the camera and was about to snap it at her girlfriend. But once she faced the camera, Miss Watson's original look of pretentious reluctance completely disappeared, and she showed a natural charm - especially A pair of pink pupils were filled with endless temptation, but there was still a slight layer of shame on the surface, which made one's heart tremble.

Anyway, Michela gritted her teeth: "You..."

Miss Watson said nothing, opened her pink lips slightly and licked her tongue.

next second.

"Hey, hey, don't hit, don't hit, it hurts, it hurts—!"

The levitating cloak rolled up the camera on the ground and wanted to put it back on the table. The camera was different from the milk carton. It was covered with various buttons, which made the cloak interested. At this moment, there was only the sound of gasping on the other side of the sofa. As a flash light came on, the two women in the room stopped moving.

"Did it take a photo of itself?"

Michela blinked blankly.

Miss Watson was gagged and could only whine.

......

Late at night.

The curtains were tightly covered from the outside, but the warm light was still on inside the room, and the continuously changing images on the TV screen dyed the walls of the living room even more colorfully. The bathroom door was quickly pushed open, and Michela walked out wearing a bath towel and wiping her hair. She happened to see the late-night news footage:

"...Since August 8, the Mulenge rebellion has continued to expand, with martial law in the eastern part of the Democratic Republic of the Congo and a large number of government troops..." As the host narrated, a large group of people appeared on the screen. A black soldier wearing a worn camouflage uniform, while Miss Watson stared at the screen with a rare calm expression.

"Why do you suddenly remember to care about the international situation?"

Dr. Heinzwafen sat down beside her.

"I just happened to see that the first Congo War ended less than a year ago, right? Now it started fighting again." Miss Watson: "The girl we rescued from the hands of the warlord Tolan, Alana ·Crowley, do you remember? I wonder if that unfortunate girl is feeling better now."

"It probably won't get better because she's pregnant."

"what?"

"I checked it out at that time." Michelle reached for the soda on the coffee table, but after thinking about it, she turned over a cup and mixed herself a cup of warm water: "Ruper also knew, but she said it was not necessary. Let me tell you, and pregnancy is not Alanna’s biggest problem, so I kept it a secret.”

There was silence on the sofa, the TV was still playing the host's voice, and the scenes continued to play out. In the 90s, there were no such perfect censorship standards as later ones, not to mention that it was still a late-night news program, and some scenes of women and children being ravaged were directly on the air. Although the level of gore is not high, it is still shocking when it appears on a TV show.

Until a video appears on the screen.

Several thin black children carried rifles on their shoulders and followed the adult soldiers. They seemed quite excited, as if they were not going to the battlefield but being taken out to buy toys by adults.

Miss Watson's eyelids trembled, and she suddenly remembered the child soldier who shot at her in the warlord Toland's camp. When she left, she saw the other person lying in the burning ruins, and she didn't know who died at the gunpoint. Maybe it was Luper, maybe Four Eyes, or maybe a ghost was more likely.

Michela stopped watching TV a long time ago.

She kept observing Miss Watson with her face sideways. This cow usually looked like a lunatic and spoke very annoyingly. It was really unaccustomed to her to be so quiet all of a sudden.

"what happened?"

Finally aware of her girlfriend's gaze, Miss Watson turned her head. There was no trace of the funny elements in her eyes that she used to be beaten. Instead, there was a dead silence. This is not an exaggeration, because at this moment, these eyes seemed to be picked out from a dead person. Come.

She became increasingly uneasy: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

The two light purple eyes were filled with fluorescence, and they finally looked a little brighter.

"...You're not usually like this."

"Melancholy is also a kind of emotion that can appear in neurotics, Dr. Heinzwafen." Miss Watson slowly closed her eyelids, and when she opened them, the funny feeling of needing to be beaten appeared again: "Besides, you don't always dislike me. Are you bothered? Now that I'm done with it, you should feel much cleaner..."

The levitating cloak floated over and picked up the towel on the ground.

"Is this okay?" Michela retracted her forward leaning body and said just a few words, but she unconsciously took on a tone of reproach.

"Mimi, you are the best."

Miss Watson grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears, and flicked the remote control to change the channel.

"I told you not to call me that."

"Okay Mimi."