walk with jimmy

In the first few seconds of Lance's outburst, everyone's minds were blank.

But relying on the tacit understanding of the previous dozens of performances, the other members of the band were the first to react.

Holding Bess in his arms, Theo, who was about to fall asleep, jumped up on the spot and let out a howl of excitement.

This bad kid is the standard type who doesn't make trouble and is unhappy.

Baldwin raised the corners of his lips, pointed the drumstick to the sky, and smashed it down unstoppably, a series of 'bang-bang-bang'!

The dense and fast-paced drum sound quickly merged with the guitar sound, and then the deep bass sound also appeared.

James held the microphone tightly in his hand, and an almost fanatical passion awakened from his body, calling him to stand at the very center of the stage to make his own voice.During the interview, he was impressed by the beautiful voice of Lance, clear and penetrating, like an eagle soaring high into the sky, and then hovering and lingering in the sky...

The world seems to be paused.

For a moment, people just stared blankly at these boys who looked a little bit crazy, completely confused.

After regaining consciousness for a while, the older man showed a look of bewilderment.

They are used to the well-regulated background sound performance, and they are a bit unacceptable to the noisy music full of fast rhythm and screaming on the stage, and they are confused;

But the teenagers in the community were very impressed.

They rushed towards the stage involuntarily, like small rivers finally converging into a big river, all crowded under the stage, looking at the band almost adoringly.

But regardless of the audience's reaction, none of the four members of the band looked down the stage again.

They just want to sing to their heart's content right now, and perform on their own, just as if they are back in the old, narrow, and unattended small garage, without worrying about the disturbance from the outside world, all they need to do is immerse themselves in it ,Whole-heartedly.

However, the more this is the case, the more people cannot take their eyes off them.

Because there is a shining thing in their music that touches the heartstrings, stubbornness and persistence, courage and hope, like the old man fighting sharks in Hemingway's book, it seems so indestructible, never yielding, and unwavering!

"I've never seen a band like this..."

Later, an old man said with a smile: "These children don't seem to come to sing, but to fight. Declare war on us and all the ignorant audience."

In fact, he was right about that.

At that time, the band members had already suppressed their anger.

Lance had no idea how any idiot wouldn't like to see their band play.

Maybe they are not perfect, but as long as a person has ears and listens carefully, he can hear how outstanding and wonderful they are;

Baldwin felt even worse.

I was about to sign a contract to release a record, but the cheating lead singer played himself to death, which was completely joyful and sad.Later, the road was bumpy, and the drummer was more or less prosperous in the same period, but he joined the new band and has not improved so far. It is really indescribably aggrieved;

Theo was also sad. He joined the band pretending to be handsome, but found that life in the band was not cool at all, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry every day;

As for James, he sang happiness until he felt sick, P is happy, he doubts life every day: "Am I really fucking talented? Is that bastard angel playing tricks on me? Should I try again and quit The band, change to car repair?"

Everyone is upset, everyone is complaining in their hearts.

So, with grievances that could destroy the world, the teenagers who were still in the second stage broke out collectively on the stage.

This is essentially an emotional catharsis.

James and Lance stood shoulder to shoulder at the front, giving the audience the thumbs-up to the blaring music.

Their feet stomped on the floor vigorously to beat the song, and the rough stage was built temporarily, and the wooden boards were almost trembling by their stomping.

And not far behind them, Baldwin's drumsticks were about to fly, and the sound of the drums was deafening;

Theo's bass is as smooth as ever.

Everyone worked together, and the band with only four members created an earth-shaking atmosphere.

By the end of the performance, every lyric from James seemed to be roaring out, Lance's fingers were frantically sweeping the guitar strings, and Baldwin and Theo were trying to fill the rhythm for them both with drums and bass. Insufficient on...

The teenagers who were originally scattered off the stage gathered together long ago.

Regardless of their parents' disapproving gazes and obstructions, they all ran over and clustered under the stage, shouting happily and raising both arms high.

Planet finally has supporters.

This feeling is undoubtedly ecstatic.

It's not the best performance of their lives.

Because of immaturity, lack of experience, lack of skills, and lack of stage performance...

But this is definitely their most heartfelt performance ever.

The only pity is...

The ending wasn't great.

An old man with white beard and hair suddenly fell down clutching his chest.

The scene at that time, looking down from the stage, seemed to be an exaggerated and dramatic slow motion in a movie... The screaming, panicked crowd, and the chaotic scene, no one cared about the performance anymore.

Even if he lived for another ten years, James, who used to keep himself safe, had never seen such a scene.

He was frightened to death: "What, what's going on? Me, me, are we indirect murder? Should we bear legal responsibility?"

"What, murder? Of course not, what the hell are you kidding?"

Lance retorted in astonishment, but his face was as white as a piece of paper.

"Don't be funny, we didn't give him a heart attack." Baldwin insisted.

"But, but, we made him sick." Theo panicked.

"That is to say, we are murderers?"

"Shut up, Jimmy! We're not!"

"Are we going to be investigated? Are we going to jail? I have to go to the library and look up the law, hell, a lawyer?"

"Shut up, Lance! You're thinking too much!"

"If the police ask, what do we say? Sing someone dead? Well, I know it's wrong, but it sounds cool."

"Shut up, Theo! That's not cool, you're not helping."

"Baldwin, do you want to get your hair cut first?"

"Stay... what?"

"I heard that if you have long hair, you will be treated as a woman in prison, picking up soap or something!"

"Enough, Jimmy! We're not going to jail! It's none of our business! Also, I'll never pick up the soap when it's dropped! Y'all shut up now! Shutup! Shutup!! Shutup!! !"

Baldwin was probably almost driven crazy by this group of young and unseen teammates.

But as the oldest member, he had to pretend to be confident to stabilize people's hearts.

But anyway, sorry.

For everything and everyone, it's all our fault.

Having not experienced many things, some immature teenagers collectively fell into fear and deep guilt.

It wasn't until the old man was successfully rescued and came back safe and sound that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, the 'fucking up the show' thing still feels so powerless.

The next day, they were in the small house that Baldwin was renting, smoking cigarettes, lying on the ground as decadent and hopeless as four large pieces of garbage, they didn't even bother to put potato chips in their mouths, and they didn't drink tea...

Then, the son of the grandfather who almost had a heart attack and hiccupped his fart came to the door.

He waved his arms excitedly and said, "My dad likes your songs so much! He said that your singing made him feel the vitality and preciousness of life again!"

"E...Excuseme?"

"Are you going to perform at the club my family owns?"