star chaser poem

"Thank you." After finishing her hair, Fu Jing stood up and thanked the makeup artist.

The backstage of a small livehouse is usually very narrow, and there are as many as six bands participating in this performance. During the preparation time before the opening, [-] or [-] adult men gathered in the same room, and the degree of crowding can be imagined.

Fu Jing and another person bumped into each other in the corridor, which happened to be blocked in the middle of the road.The other party took a half step back humbly, signaling him to go first, Fu Jing nodded her thanks, but was accosted when she passed by, "Are you Moonquake's J?"

Hearing the sound, he raised his head, the person in front of him he had seen before, was a member of another band that performed together today.

"I'm Cui Zhu's drummer Oscar." He said and extended his hand in a friendly manner, "I just finished my makeup too, why don't we take a photo together."

Although he looked polite on the surface, there was an undeniable strength in his words.Fu Jing secretly thought that she should stay away from this person in the future, but she agreed honestly.

It was only later that he learned that Oscar would often take group photos with popular musicians on Platter Live. Firstly, it was convenient for familiar faces, and secondly, he could earn more retweets and likes when posting on Weibo.

Moonquake was the penultimate one on stage, and while waiting for the stage, Fu Jing purposely sat by the backstage monitor and watched Cui Zhu's performance.

At that time, what impressed him the most was the eye-catching performance of the rhythm group duo and their unusually distinctive personal characteristics.

Oscar's playing style is calm and calm, with solid basic skills, and he pays attention to the accuracy of details. He can still deal with complex rhythm patterns in an orderly manner, and will not be distracted by the enthusiastic atmosphere of the live scene at all, like a machine with constant power.Even if it is a high-speed song with a BPM of 250 (*), he still plays it impeccably.

The bass player is just the opposite, undoubtedly a live type, releasing hormones all over his body when he moves, even more eye-catching than the rhythm guitar standing in front of him.His fingers are fast and smooth, and the melody line sounds wanton and free at first glance, but paradoxically exudes a kind of wild delicacy.Rather than calling it a performance, it's more of a dizzying plunder.

Once the two instruments of drums and bass are strong enough, the texture of the whole band will be improved by leaps and bounds.

After the performance that day, it was necessary to organize a group to go drinking as usual. Fu Jing participated, and he found that Cuizhu's drum and bass were also there.

"Ten and I went to the same middle and high school, but he was a year ahead of me, and we practiced piano together since then."

The bass player named Ten is sitting on the right side of Oscar. He looks like a woman, with light blonde hair and long hair. Just looking at his appearance, he has an indistinguishable temperament, but his face is always cold. As if not interested in anything.

I don't know who yelled strangely at the side, "Two Xiaowu...", but was choked back alive by Ten's angry "Huh?"

"It's great to have like-minded friends who grew up together." Fu Jing said with emotion from the bottom of her heart, looking enviously at the two people around her.

"Oh, we quarrel every day."

Ten took Oscar's glass by mistake while drinking, and after taking a sip, he felt his tongue was stepped on the soles of his feet and stomped twice, he frowned and smacked his lips: "Bah, bah, what the hell is this."

Oscar smiled brightly at him, "It's delicious, Dr. Pepper (*)."

Fu Jing said curiously, "I want to drink it too", turned the rim of the cup half a circle and took a small sip, biting the tip of her tongue under the eyes of the two looking forward to it, and described it complicatedly: "Cough syrup mixed with soda water. "

"No." Oscar crossed his legs calmly, and retorted solemnly: "It's obviously sweet caramel and vanilla."

Ten directly gave him a middle finger.

After that, several people left contact information with each other, saying that they would perform on the same stage again if they had the opportunity, or meet up for a drink.

At that time, their relationship was just at the level of ordinary friends who met occasionally; it really got better after he announced that he would quit Moonquake.

Oscar and Ten suddenly came to him very frequently, invited him to see Cuizhu's performance, and even entertained him at their own home, eating hot pot and making skewers together; Fu Jing chatted with them several times until late at night, and finally had to run to Catch the last subway home.

Thinking about it now, maybe those two people had already calculated everything at that time - of course, this must be Oscar's idea.

As she bid farewell to being the lead singer of the band for the time being, Fu Jing found two part-time jobs to make ends meet: one is a roadie (*) who receives orders from time to time, and the other is a convenience store where she can schedule shifts freely.

Due to the special nature of roadie work, it is best to live in a location with convenient transportation, so that you can rush to various performance venues at any time; and Fu Jing also wants to save rent, so she took this opportunity to move.

After weighing the best of both location and housing conditions, he chose a place called Sakata, which is about 10 minutes walk from the downtown area. Most of the surrounding residents are elderly grandparents, and it is quite quiet on weekdays.

The houses in this area are almost all old dilapidated apartments. The low-rise buildings are surrounded by towering old trees. You can even smell the fragrance of the plants when you walk on the road. You have never seen the chaos of over-development. Quiet in the middle.

Fu Jing lives in an old wooden building, which is a round older than him.

A one-bedroom house of less than [-] square meters has no living room, and the kitchen is connected to the bedroom without any shelter. As long as the oil pan is turned on, the pillow and quilt cover can greedily absorb the taste of the food.

The so-called wall is a piece of wood, so thin that even a sneeze from the next door can be clearly heard; but anyway, he can't sing now, and practicing the piano can be solved with headphones and amplifiers. The poor sound insulation is not unbearable.

The toilet in the toilet is old-fashioned. Once the water switch is pressed, the whole room will tremble and shake.

No elevator, lots of cockroaches, and very damp.

It was winter when Fu Jing moved in, and dew would form on the windows, dripping water non-stop.Every time I wake up, there is always a puddle of water dripping in the chute of the sliding window, and the speed of cleaning can never catch up with the frequency of water drops.

Mold often grows on the wallpaper, and if you don't pay attention, a sticky mold spot will form, as if someone spat out a mouthful of black phlegm full of malice, wantonly running amok on his territory and showing off his might.

The dehumidification box in the closet says on the package that it can last for two months, and it can absorb a whole box of water in half a month at his house.

The overly humid environment is not conducive to the storage of musical instruments, and the area of ​​the room is really limited, so he sold all the violins that could be sold, leaving only one for writing songs, and stuffed a humidity regulator in the violin case , place the piano stand as high off the ground as possible.

Oscar and Ten came to warm the house, and after witnessing his living environment, they were stunned.

Because there is only one chair, when guests come, he will give up his seat and sit cross-legged on the floor with a cushion; if there are more than three people in the room, there will be no place to walk, just like being locked in an undersized container .

That day, Oscar brought a bottle of particularly good foreign wine and wanted the three of them to drink it together, but Fu Jing said that his throat was uncomfortable and asked the two of them to drink up the wine by themselves.

Ten was a little drunk, with a thin cigarette between his fingers, he waved his hand lazily, "Can you turn on the range hood, I want to smoke."

Fu Jing got up and turned on the rumbling machine for him, filled the cup with boiled water and sat down again.

Indistinct noises filled the dilapidated house, and the old wooden skeleton creaked, as if it would collapse under the weight of the next moment.

Amidst the turmoil, Oscar asked in a deep voice, "What are you going to do next?"

"Save money first, and start a new band when you recover." Fu Jing answered easily and naturally, as if to say that tomorrow he was going to take out the trash first, and then go to the coin-operated laundry.

"Which style?"

"Retro and dark."

"Are you still living in the 90s?" Ten put his elbows on the baffle of the countertop, his forearms crossed, and a wisp of smoke leaked from between his fingers, "Now everyone likes to listen to fashionable and brisk music, Who would love to see you pretending to be cool with a fierce spirit? Suffering and hatred are deep."

Oscar quickly glanced at Fu Jing, but did not refute.

"Even if that's the case, it's impossible for people to listen to only one type of music forever, it's so boring." He just sat on the ground quietly, raised his head and stared at Ten, refusing to budge, "The audience is not an idiot. You can tell just by listening. No matter how popular the style you make, something that can’t stand the test of time will still be forgotten. Instead of trying to imitate others, it’s better to focus on the creation itself.”

Ten's ash was about to burn into his hand, Oscar stretched out his index finger and pointed it quickly, and the wreckage of the cigarette body scattered down one after another, releasing scalding heat.

"Let me just say it." He winked at Ten conceitedly, and wrapped his arms around Fu Jing's neck, "I saw the right person."

The author has something to say:

*BPM: Unit of beats per minute. BPM250=0.24 seconds per beat.

*Dr. Pepper: A caramel carbonated beverage produced by DrPepper/SevenUp (SevenUp) in the United States.

*roadie: A technician who works with a band when they perform. (I really don’t know how to express this in Chinese. It can be roughly understood as a tuner and a musical instrument porter, which will be mentioned later.)

The above explanation comes from Baidu Encyclopedia.