star chaser poem

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up.Although several alarm clocks were set, they still failed to wake people up.

At the same time as she opened her eyes, Fu Jing felt a severe headache, and the pain like a sharp weapon pierced through her temples intensively, as if someone was holding a sharp awl to smash the inside of his cranial cavity to pieces.

Kicking off the quilt angrily, he was about to get up to find painkillers, but just as he sat up, his face turned pale.

over slept.

Not knowing whether it was due to panic or a headache, Fu Jing broke out in a cold sweat.There are piles of missed calls and message notifications displayed on the phone, the top one is from Ji Yin, with very simple four words: Wait for your death.

Pressing his forehead, the sudden chaotic scene made his mind go blank.Things to sort out are rushing out, and it is precisely at such a fatal moment that a mess of thoughts is always overwhelming.

Today is the day when Moonquake holds a special performance in Lulin.Because of the remote location, it takes four to 10 minutes by taxi.The rehearsal is definitely too late, even if you rush over in a panic now, you can only just make it in time for the start of the show.

There are empty wine bottles and wine glasses with liquid remaining on the table in the work area, the ice cubes in the ice bucket have long since melted into water, and the computer screen is still stuck on the piano texture he had laid halfway last night.

The e-cigarette rod fell into the carpet. Fu Jing reached out to pick it up, put it back into the charging compartment, and then found a new pack of pods, stuffing them into the jacket pocket together.

Usually, the night before a big show, he's somewhat sleepless.What used to be hyperactivity is now anxiety.And once she fell into insomnia, Fu Jing would habitually rely on the power of alcohol.It's not that I haven't tried sleep aid drugs, but the next day after taking them, I always feel dizzy and nauseated, and the whole person is groggy. It's better to drink alcohol to relax.

The memory before he lost consciousness was hazy, he was smoking while drinking, so the speed of getting up was very fast.Fu Jing only felt that the weight of her head suddenly became lighter than a feather, as if she was lying on a soft and fluffy cloud, with golden wine flowing in her limbs and bones, and the cloud with a faint aroma was always surrounding her. Left and right—and he, like this, completely sank in the dream that was both real and illusory.

Putting the tip of his nose close to his body and sniffing, a strong smell of alcohol hit his forehead, he frowned in disgust, rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower.I brushed my teeth twice, and my phone vibrated several times when I was shaving. I didn't have time to dry my hair, so I just used a dry towel to absorb water casually.

This time the person is completely awake.In order not to waste time, he decided to wait for a taxi before contacting the company.

There is always a two-liter barrel of drinking water at home, and he picked it up and drank most of it directly at the mouth of the bottle, then ate a piece of chocolate, changed his clothes and went out.

The first thing I did after getting in the car was to call the band manager.The company assigned them a gentlemanly male manager, who is under 30 years old this year, and is very meticulous and thoughtful in his work, but he is a bit of a mother-in-law, more like a nanny than a manager.

The ring back tone only rang for a moment before being picked up. The voice that came through the radio waves seemed to be two hands coming out of the receiver, grabbing his neck and shaking desperately: "My lord! You can be regarded as showing up." ! People!"

Immediately afterwards, there were some noisy sounds in my ears, and the sound of panicked footsteps could be heard.

Just as Fu Jing was about to answer, unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, he was shocked first—his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to speak.

The person opposite was also stunned, and an ominous silence occupied both ends of the phone.Clearing his throat vigorously, he felt a vague discomfort in his throat, as if someone had stuffed a pigeon egg, and every swallow was accompanied by an indelible foreign body sensation, which was the trace left by the burning of alcohol.

"Is your throat okay? What's the matter?"

The bumps of the vehicle caused dizziness, and he closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat, feeling so nervous that he was about to throw up.Doing a good job of psychological training, Fu Jing tried again: "I'm on my way here, and I'll be there in half an hour." Fortunately, it sounded much more normal this time.And his heart, which was suspended high, finally fell back into his cavity.

"This sudden surprise, maybe one day you will be scared out of order. Where have you been?"

You can't hide it, Fu Jing explained the matter honestly, after all, the situation is urgent, the other party has no time to scold him, just insist that you are fine.Because I couldn't get in touch just now, I thought something unexpected happened, and I have already reported it to the boss.

Now the whole scene is in chaos, and even the preparations for the cancellation of the day have been made. After the people come over later, he needs to personally apologize to all the staff, and discuss other matters later.

The manager specifically told him to be gentle and don't be rude.He was wrong about this matter, no matter what anyone says, no matter how ugly the words are, absolutely don't refute, let alone show face, just admit your mistake and get beaten.

Compared to the economic loss caused by the cancellation of the performance, being scolded is very light.He responded to those earnest advice, and asked casually: "Where's Ji Yin?"

"It's on the side, do you want to pick it up for him?"

"No, tell him that I want to change the setlist and let him look at the phone."

"Well, I forgot to tell you, I turned on the speakerphone."

"..."

"Hello? Xiao Fu?"

"sorry."

This sentence is obviously not only said to the manager.After finishing speaking, he didn't even dare to take a breath, and waited for the storm to come resignedly.However, the receiver was unexpectedly quiet, and just when he was wondering, the call was cut off directly.

The cold busy tone replaced Ji Yin's reply, and Fu Jing, who was relaxed, couldn't help coughing violently.The taxi driver was so worried that he turned his head frequently and asked him if it was okay.

Fu Jing waved her hand and said it was okay, but a heavy shadow was cast in her heart.There is still a lingering sense of disobedience in his throat, and it seems that there is a bomb embedded in the center of his neck that he does not know when it will detonate, making him uneasy.

The car turned a corner, and the signboard of Lvlin appeared not far ahead.The upper half of the building was covered in squares of regular-shaped glass, the surface refracting the dim skylight as if condensed with a layer of glittering scales.

There is an LED screen on the front of the livehouse, which is playing their promotional video in a loop.Fu Jing immediately closed the car window because he heard his own voice.

The fingers that pressed the control switch trembled uncontrollably.Taking a deep breath, he touched the middle of his neck in fear.

·

Standing in the center of the waiting room, Fu Jing made a standard ninety-degree bow, stretching her back straight, "I'm very sorry."

The on-site staff all stayed at their posts, and the formal apology had to be left after the performance was over.But this time, the scolding still did not come, just like a rain that is about to fall, even though the cumulonimbus above the head is full of thunder and lightning, everything in front of him is so peaceful that it makes people feel scared.

Perhaps, what swelled in everyone's heart was no longer anger and anger, but disappointment—just as he had always suffered.However, this time, it was Fu Jing herself who personally destroyed the expectations from the surroundings.

Ji Yin clenched his right hand into a fist, and the bones on the back of his hand moved.Fu Jing, who captured this scene, couldn't help but think to herself, if he just punched me, I'd feel better.

"My throat is not in good shape."

"The audience is waiting outside." Ji Yin didn't even look at him, and left without saying this.

After changing costumes, Fu Jing put on makeup and put on headphones for today's setlist.The new version he reformed in the taxi cut out most of the difficult and fast-paced songs and replaced them with gentle lyric songs.Although this will destroy the overall balance, it is better than turning the live into a car accident scene.

The manager came to say that there was still some time left, and asked him to quickly go through the rehearsal of the opening and the first song.

Before leaving to go to the stage area, Fu Jing lowered her voice a little, but she was obviously out of breath after a few sounds, as if a hole had been cut in her throat, and air was leaking out continuously.

"Xiaofu—where are you—" someone shouted outside the door.

"coming!"

"Xiao Fu—I heard a response—"

Fu Jing finally decided to give up relying on his own voice, he closed his mouth and walked out quickly.

·

That day's performance was fooled without any risk.Yes, fool around.Ji Yin didn't give him a good look in front of him, but he tried his best to support his crumbling refrain with his harmony.

Fu Jing didn't know at the time that this was the last time he would sing here as the lead singer of Moonquake.And for a long time in the future, he never got the chance to stand on the stage of Green Lin again.

The celebration banquet turned into an apology banquet, and since it was an apology, drinking must be used to show sincerity.They went through three stores that night, and fewer and fewer people stayed behind, but Fu Jing, who was the protagonist, had no way of getting out.

Generally, if you accompany someone with a higher position to go out to drink, the second or third store will definitely go to a high-end nightclub or club.So they drank to the last stall, and they naturally followed the boss to a shop located in the platinum area of ​​the city center.He has heard the name of the store somewhat, because many seniors around him will also go there.

The boss is a regular customer, so he directly named the girl he likes.The girls who work here earn money by getting regular customers who come to spend regularly, so they are always very enthusiastic when they meet new faces, and strive to turn the first-time customers into a regular source of customers in the future.

There was also a beautiful girl sitting next to Fu Jing, who gave him her business card, poured him wine, lighted cigarettes and chatted with him.The boss opened bottle after bottle of wine very generously, and he continued to hangover with alcohol from the previous day.

The girls pulled Fu Jing and talked a lot, and the people around him booed him to sing.His throat was slightly hot, so hot that it seemed that the poured alcohol could catch fire immediately.

Sitting in a box as gorgeous as a palace, he hung his head on the back of the soft sofa. Through the ceiling cut like crystal, Fu Jing saw his distorted and decadent face.Drunkenness evaporated into colorful delusions, which gradually eroded people's consciousness. He drank like this until after five o'clock the next morning before he was driven home.

Memories of that night are hazy, and the cumulonimbus clouds floating overhead are finally gathering momentum.

When Fu Jing woke up from the quagmire of alcoholism, the first thing she found was that he couldn't make a sound.

The author has something to say:

Only accompany wine and not | sleep.