star chaser poem

Song City.Titan Queen.

Fu Jing blinked at the mirror. Today, a red star was drawn directly under his left eye, and a black tear was dotted directly under his right eye.

The makeup artist dipped in eye shadow powder mixed with two colors, and patted it on the right half of his mouth to the corner of his lips, forming an open deep red wound, exuding bursts of bloody smell.

There are black feathers in the hair, which flutter gracefully with the movements of his head, like a bird's crest.

When he stood up from the chair, Ten who was behind him was taken aback and shouted, "Help, old witch eats children."

Fu Jing picked up the end of the hair extension and whipped it mercilessly on his arm like a whip, "Stop being sentimental, your flesh is too old."

The rehearsal was over, Oscar was checking the program(*) on the computer, Jia Jing was practicing the piano; Fu Jing greeted everyone, said she wanted to get some air, and walked out of Titan Queen's back door alone with her coat on.

It is said to be the back door, but it is actually beside the parking garage. There is an old vending machine in the corner against the wall, and the glass covering the surface is dusty.A vertical ash column, a bench with peeling paint, the outer sides are barely surrounded by corrugated aluminum panels, and the bottom of the wall is stained with splashes from the rain.

Fu Jing stopped in front of the bench and wiped it lightly with her fingertips. Seeing that her hands were dusty, she imitated a girl's way of lifting her skirt and lifted the hem of her dress up to her calf, then squatted next to the stool.

He rested his elbows on his knees, buried the star-painted half of his face between his crossed arms, and the damp, cold wind blew away his smoke-gray hair, revealing the jet-black droplets that had fallen on his skin.

Curled up in this position, it seems that as long as you turn your head slightly, you can see yourself at that time.

It was the night before he left home for Wu City.After Fu Jing stepped down from the stage, he stayed in this airy, broken place for two hours - even longer, the phone in his hand was even hotter than his body temperature.

As a result, nothing came.

Afterwards, dragging his sore and numb legs, he ran to the breakwater in one breath, staring in a daze at the dark sea level, and stayed until late at night, until his family called him to go back.

like an idiot.

The boss of Titan Queen, a burly middle-aged man with dreadlocks, was posting signs for queuing along the outer wall of the building, and accidentally found him squatting in the corner, just holding printing paper and glue , freed the other hand to greet him from a distance, "Xiao Fu?"

Hearing this, Fu Jing stood up, stretched her legs slightly, and shouted at a high volume: "It's me——"

Seeing him again after many years, the boss was overjoyed and asked a series of questions endlessly, such as:

Why have you never seen the person you brought back this time?

What about former teammates;

What about Xiaoji?

Is the band doing well;

Losing money or not?

Fu Jing took a deep breath, and waited for him to finish his sentence like throwing beans, and explained clearly: "I broke up with them. I got along well. I didn't lose money."

The other party gave an "oh" in regret and annoyance, and was silent for a while, then told him to wait where he was, and then left in a panic.

After staying outside for a long time, Fu Jing felt a little cold, with her hands in her sleeves, she stomped back and forth in small steps.From time to time he jumped up and down the curb, like a little penguin covered with black feathers.

When the boss came back, he was holding many things in his arms. He first handed Fu Jing a bulging plastic bag, saying that there was some drink in it, and asked him to take it in to share with his teammates.Then he took out a white signing board and a few markers, and solemnly said: "I want to put it in the store, write something nice for me, and ask your teammates to sign it too."

Fu Jing held the thin board in a daze, as if catching the first fresh snow with her bare hands, a gentle and icy touch.

When they returned to the backstage, the other three people were discussing something around today's repertoire. Seeing Fu Jing coming, Jia Jing took the initiative to make room for him and motioned him to sit down.

He waved the plastic bag in front of everyone, "The boss gave it to you, share it with you."

There were four cans of energy drinks of different flavors in the bag, and there were actually two packs of cigarettes.

Jia Jing pulled the cigarette shell a few times, then withdrew his hand in a dull mood, "This cigarette seems to be popping beads, leave it to Teacher Tian."

If this sentence were changed to Oscar, Ten would definitely roll up his sleeves and quarrel with him in a rage-because some people think that smoking popping cigarettes is a girl.

But Ten didn't dare to attack Jiajing.Although Sariel's four people, he is the oldest and Jia Jing is the youngest, but in terms of the right to speak, Jia Jing is ranked first.

Rather, he only dared to get angry at Oscar.

"I'll go outside to smoke."

Ten silently drank his cigarette, and while opening the back door, he bit down on the cigarette holder forcefully, expressing his silent protest with a crisp "click", like a broken popping bead.

After explaining the matter of signing the drawing board, Fu Jing casually said: "Today I want MC."

"Let's talk, you should go home. But don't talk too long, you will be charged for overtime." Oscar replied, not showing the slightest surprise at his request.

Focusing on the track list, Fu Jing continued to seek the opinions of the two: "Is it okay to add it after encore comes on stage? I'll start after I finish."

"Okay, remember to tell the sound and lighting teacher, and Tiantian." Jiajing picked up the blueberry-flavored drink and pushed the pink bottle in front of him, "Do you want background music?"

"No need, just a few words." Pointing to the door, Fu Jing conveyed the message with breath and mouth: "Be careful not to be overheard by him."

The other party couldn't help laughing, and leaned back carelessly.His thick-soled boots were like a tank, rumbling to the table on two long legs.

"I'm not afraid of him."

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Before going on stage, four people gathered on the side of the stage as usual, folding their palms together.

At this time, the shouts from outside the curtain and the prelude to the opening music could be clearly heard.

For Fu Jing, this place is more like a critical point leading to a nightmare, a imaging device that irradiates all imaginations into reality.

No matter who he is in real life, what kind of past he has, what kind of setbacks he has suffered, what kind of pain he is soaked in - as long as he walks out of this door, he will be the king of the stage, the center of the world, Impossible J; he will brand the dream he created with his own hands into everyone's eyeballs, and he will let everyone witness together the unique mirage that is presented in front of his eyes.

Usually at such moments, Fu Jing would take the lead in shouting a few words to boost morale, but today he seemed to have something on his mind, so he kept his face sullen and didn't speak for a long time.

The remaining three people exchanged glances with each other, and finally Jiajing kicked him lightly, "Did you see the thing at the door?"

Hearing the sound, the person concerned just turned around as if waking up from a dream, "What?"

Jiajing smoothed the feathers on his head with his free hand, "Remember to go and have a look after the show, I think you will be happy."

After finishing speaking, he restrained his expression and took the initiative to take over the role of the lead singer. His voice was firm and powerful: "Are you ready!"

Everyone responded one after another, and their loose palms got closer together.

He glanced at his teammates one by one, his aggressive eyes were like blades, "Don't embarrass Fu Jing."

The combined palms were infused with strength, dropped, lifted, and spread out.

Fu Jing felt that she was being slapped three times on the back, and Oscar, Ten, and Jia Jing passed by in front of her in turn. They turned their heads and looked at themselves, at his left face exposed to the light, that shining red star — as if to say "Go".

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program: pre-recorded accompaniment, including harmony and some instruments or background sounds that cannot be played live.