star chaser poem

Xiang Shi rushed in today after buying a ticket for the day after get off work.

There were a few girls sitting scattered outside the performance area, either touching up their makeup or writing letters to their idols while other bands were performing.

As soon as the door was opened, the hustle and bustle of the infield rushed in. At this time, someone was standing on the distant stage, pouring out the raging melody.

He was about to find his old position - the penultimate row, but unexpectedly found a rather familiar figure near the console.

Oscar seemed to have just finished setting up the booth, and was sitting on a chair behind the booth with his legs crossed watching the show.

Xiang Shi's eyes have gradually adapted to the darkness, he slowly approached the past, and his eyes fell on the neatly arranged surroundings on the table, "Can I buy it now?"

"Of course. I just came out, and you are the first one today."

The speakers are so loud that you have to get close to hear each other talking.The drummer explained in an orderly manner while he was busy: "We will have a limited live show next month. If you buy more than [-] yuan, you will get a free ticket." Finally, he raised his eyelids and looked at Xiang Shi: "Draw two more Zhang Polaroid can fill it up, can you draw it?"

"smoke."

The other party smiled at him, "Choose from the boxes on the left."

Xiang Shi didn't care anymore, she closed her eyes and grabbed around, but didn't have the intention to open it, so she just covered it and handed it over.He paid the money with one hand, and said casually, "Do you do all your calculations in your head?"

As if he didn't expect to be asked such a question, Oscar raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Yes. Otherwise, why do you think they asked me to collect the money."

"And you are very good at doing business." Xiang Shi really thought so.

The drummer seemed to be flattered by his compliments, so he took the initiative to open up the conversation: "You said you come here quite often, why have I never seen you on stage? It doesn't mean that every time you buy tickets, the tickets are particularly bad." , can only stay in the last row?"

"I work a lot of overtime. When I rushed over, the show had already started, so I basically stood in the back row."

"Thank you for being so busy and rushing here." He said, and handed over the tickets stuffed in the envelope, "However, there is a big difference in perception between Station [-] and Station [-]. I hope you can stand there if you have a chance. Come the first few rows, J must be eager to see boys there."

Xiang Shi smiled but didn't speak, thinking: Then I can't even go to the first district.

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After all the performances were over, Miaomiao greeted him with a smile on her face. The girl was careful and immediately found the envelope he was holding on to.

"Will you come to the limited live? Great, I changed the ticket just now." While talking, I wanted to show it to Xiang Shi, but I held up a dozen or so Polaroids in my hand, as if holding two fans , I can't move my hands at all.

Xiang Shi found it new, so she moved closer to look at the photos, and saw that they were all members other than Fu Jing. Because everyone had different hair colors, they looked colorful from a distance.

Seeing this, Miao Miao asked, "Have you smoked?"

"It's smoked, but I haven't watched it yet."

"Look quickly, if you don't want it, you can find someone to replace it now."

He thought to himself, in fact, I don't have any special attachments to these things, and it doesn't matter if I get caught.The movements of his hands were honest, he took out the two Polaroids, spread them in his palms and turned them over.

Before Xiang Shi could distinguish clearly, she heard a low voice that was so excited that she was about to jump up: "You just got two tickets and got the autograph?"

sign?

He picked up the photos and looked at them carefully: the portraits were all taken vertically, and the first one was of a blonde bass player.Different from his neutral appearance, his posture is quite masculine, squatting on the ground with one hand propped up, with a long and thin cigarette between his index finger and middle finger.The pupils floated up, revealing the whiteness under the eyes, looking sleepy, not very happy.

The other one is Fu Jing, with the side of his face pasted with petals facing the camera, not looking directly at the camera, but staring indifferently at a certain point outside the frame.Holding a small blackboard in his hand, an upside-down crescent moon was drawn on it with white chalk.

"This J is so cute...I'm going to die." Miao Miao praised intoxicated while cupping her heart.

Xiang Shi frowned and stared at the two clean Polaroids, wondering: "Nothing written?"

This time it was Miao Miao's turn to wonder, but her surprised expression was fleeting, and she immediately explained patiently: "Look at J's picture, it has a moon pattern, right? If you draw this one, you can specify the content. He signed it for you on the spot."

It turns out that the fun of this game is not only that the drawn members are random, you even have the opportunity to get a signature.

"The specified content, can I ask him to write a sentence or something?" Xiang Shi, who had never participated in any star-chasing activities in her life, was at a loss at this moment.

Miaomiao couldn't help laughing at his bewildered look, as if she was teaching a child how to read, "Yes, you can also let him write your name. When the shopping is almost gone, you just take this For photos, go to the booth to look for Oscar, and just tell him everything you want J to write.”

It is said that the on-site autograph mechanism is unique to Sariel. In order to save trouble, other bands all mixed the signed photos in the paper box, and there was no practice of writing names or leaving messages upon request.

"Miao Miao." Xiang Shi called softly.

The other party was being introduced with great interest, but was suddenly stopped by the call, and he raised his head in confusion.

"I'll give you this photo of J." Without further ado, he stuffed the Polaroid into Miaomiao's palm, "I don't care about autographs."

Of course he won't confess the real reason, but this statement is not a lie.

The girl in front of her was stunned for a while, but she didn't answer for a moment.When she finally realized that Xiang Shi was about to go back, Miao Miao chased after him in three steps at a time, grabbing his clothes corner from behind.

"Thank you! But don't leave yet!" Perhaps because she was too anxious, her cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Wait for me here."

Xiang Shi was left in the same place without knowing why, and watched as she handed Oscar the Polaroid that had been drawn and signed, and then wrote something on a piece of note paper.

During the period, the two looked here several times together, and even laughed in a low voice, not knowing what they were planning.

Maybe they are sending me a good person card.He thought idly.

Soon, Oscar left with the note written by Miao Miao and Fu Jing's photo.

After all, Xiang Shi couldn't hold back anymore, and hesitantly approached the booth, "What did you ask him to write to you before?"

"There are serious ones, and there are also joking ones."

"Kidding?"

Before she could say the answer, she couldn't help laughing, "I'm a bunny or something."

"..."

At this moment, Oscar came back from the backstage with a full smile on his face.It might be an illusion, but Xiang Shi felt that after he noticed this, his smile actually deepened.

Miaomiao stood up straight, and shouted impatiently from a distance: "Did he say anything?"

"Say it." The drummer even pretended to be laughing in his voice, and he looked completely different from when he was selling things just now. "He asked if the person who wanted to sign was a man or a woman."

Xiang Shi noticed that Miaomiao's shoulders were trembling slightly, as if trying to suppress her smile, "How did you answer?"

Oscar shrugged his shoulders, looking like he had nothing to do with himself, "I said it was a girl. Let him write the words cutely."

This sentence was like a fuse. When the people around heard it, they laughed and squatted down while leaning on the edge of the table.

Only Xiang Shi remained out of the way. He looked at Oscar questioningly, and the other party handed back the Polaroid with both hands in a rather gentlemanly manner, "J wrote it for you."

Give me?My heart was instantly filled with an ominous premonition.

Under the expectant eyes of the two, Xiang Shi took the autographed photo.He lowered his eyes suspiciously, and immediately, the mask on his face was almost melted.

To dear prince

mwah

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