walk with jimmy

Those Americans...

No, not map guns.

It is correct to say that the American staff at that venue are idiots!

They spent a long time and failed to rescue James.

Can you imagine?

The song has been sung to the third song, but the lead singer is still 'flying'!

"Scissors! Scissors!"

While Lance was playing guitar solo, James took the microphone from his mouth, turned his head and shouted a reminder to the staff next to him.

"what?"

"Grass mud horse, bring me some scissors."

"But it's a steel wire rope, and it keeps cutting."

"Fool! Who told you to cut there, why don't you just cut the belt around my waist?"

at last!

These big fools slapped their foreheads and realized it!

They took a good opportunity, first ran down the stage unobtrusively, and then came up with a pair of scissors.

In order to avoid affecting the audience watching the performance, during this process, Lance and Theo rushed to the front of the stage and cooperated with each other to attract the attention of the audience; the lighting engineer also hurriedly turned all the lights on the guitarist and bassist Above, let everyone ignore the problem of the lead singer as much as possible.

About 3 minutes or so, James finally landed successfully.

He was almost moved to tears, and finally he was able to stand down to the center of the stage and sing.

The lighting engineer probably also felt sorry for the troubled lead singer, and hurriedly turned on a spotlight, hoping to help him win the attention of the audience.

then……

James probably would rather continue flying!

Because when those idiots cut their belts...

Cut off his belt as well.

Fuck!

You stupid Yankees, go to hell!

"I said long ago, don't mess with this non-musical crap. Look! Look! What the hell is this?"

Lance yelled angrily: "The hell fell from the sky, the **** show..."

"But the audience is very happy."

Matt, the head of the American Music Company, still stubbornly said: "I don't understand, they are all applauding, laughing and cheering for you, isn't that good?"

"Okay (a P)! If we were a circus, such a response would be nice, thanks." Lance sarcastically.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the real 'victim' in this event: "Jimmy, what do you say?"

James was expressionless.

He was biting his cigarette, puffing away at the side, and raised his head when he heard Lance calling him, but he said something irrelevant: "Matt, are you sure no one took pictures or recorded videos in the venue last night?" ?”

"Of course, there is a rule of 'no photo-taking and videotaping' in live performances." Matt replied.

James said impatiently: "I'm not fucking asking about the rules, I'm asking are you sure, sure, no one takes pictures or videos?"

"Broadly speaking, probably not."

"Please tell me narrowly."

"Honey, don't pay attention to these details. The audience had a good time watching it, and that's the point!"

Matt immediately evaded the important point, and tried to persuade: "Our tickets for the next show are sold out in advance, sold out! Jimmy, do you know what this means? It means that the audience loves you! God, God! You are so good, so good! You are the best rock band!"

"Shut up! I don't fucking care how many tickets you sell!"

James repeated irritably: "What I want to ask is, did anyone take pictures or video? How many people will see the scene where my pants fell down!"

"Jimmy, my dear Jimmy, you don't understand!" Matt sighed helplessly.

He put his arm on James' shoulder, and said affectionately and kindly: "You must know this truth-the audience's dissemination of celebrity gossip often depends on the celebrity's popularity and their love for the star. So, if it was the moment when I was standing on the stage and my pants fell off, no one would have watched it at all, and the answer is probably zero. And you, how many people will see it, this is a question that cannot be determined immediately It is a difficult mathematical problem. Only after comprehensively considering a variety of factors, such as the popularity of your fans, the future development and fame of the Planetary Band, and a series of issues, can it be possible to calculate the approximate How many people have seen it. So far, it’s just an imprecise calculation, an inaccurate estimate. In short, I can’t answer your question directly.”

James looked at Lance helplessly.

He asked with his eyes: [Does this Yankee speak English? ]

Lance was also helpless.

He rested his forehead with his hands, not wanting to speak at all.

Matt showed them a bright American smile with no shame and no shame: "Okay, guys, cheer up! Our show is very popular, and this is Good news, isn't the purpose of touring is to make money? You should be happy if you win the show."

He said excitedly: "Let's stop talking about the past. Is anyone interested in seeing our tour bus in advance?"

"Is it still a bus?"

Theo couldn't help but sarcastically beside him.

"What? Of course not. This time, I rented you a super nice RV with a nice sounding engine, an air conditioning system, and a shower with a skylight. By the way, I love the shower. That sunroof! After taking a shower, you can climb directly to the roof of the car along the window, and slowly dry the water droplets on your body..."

"Wait, can't I just dry off with a towel?"

Baldwin couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Uh, but don't you think it's more artistic to dry naturally? Think about it, stand on the roof of the car, open your arms, abandon all external troubles, the sun, the breeze, and dry your body..."

Baldwin said blankly: "Please prepare me a towel, or let me buy it myself, thank you."

"Hey, little things, no problem!"

Matt continued nonchalantly, "Come on, come on, that's a great car! I was going crazy when I rented it."

Because he was stunned by this guy accidentally, the four of them followed him in a daze.I ran to see the caravan first, had dinner together, and returned to the hotel...

Lance still doesn't know if his 'protest from the sky' has been adopted; James has not got a definite answer to 'whether anyone took pictures and videos'.

But for sure, Matt didn't lie to them, and the response to the show was really good.

In fact, not only the next game, but also part of the tickets for the next game was booked out.

Their tour manager Bill also ran over and said excitedly: "We will be invited here for five consecutive performances! Five performances!"

That's good news, right?

But the downside is that...

Matt really didn't take Lance's protest seriously.

Everyone has to keep falling from the sky, and even Baldwin gets the new treatment.

Probably because the band was popular and looking to make money, they built a lift for Baldwin.

As a result, the down-to-earth drummer was forced to move the drum kit to the lifting frame.When it came time to play together, he had to stand on the slowly falling lift frame and thump. It was really an alternative test of technique!

"Are we an acrobat troupe?"

After James' misfortune, Lance can't get nervous anymore, probably in the mode of breaking the cans?

But he was still resentful of these things.

Maybe some bands like to do some visual effects, or do exaggerated stage performances, to show their art...

No one can say that visual kei and exaggerated performances are not art.

But that really wasn't Lance's type of art.

He likes simple guitar rock, preferably blues-style old rock, that kind of music that seems casual but full of strength and vitality.

But the Yankees weren't too interested in it.

They just want to do a lot of gimmicks, attract more people to buy tickets, and then make more money.

James is a person with strong adaptability. Although the performance on the first night was a bit unlucky, he was happy again as soon as the incident passed.

He is actually very surprised why everyone thinks he has a bad temper.

However, there are benefits to having a 'bad temper'.

When the appearance mode of "Dropping from the Sky" was confirmed and would continue to be played, no one went to communicate with Lance who actually protested, but came to appease him.

Even Bill, who knew him so well, would approach him cautiously, for fear that he would whisper angrily, "Jimmy, I promise there will be no accidents this time. Don't let this affect your mood, okay?"

——Is there any benefit if I promise you?

——After the show is over, I will personally go and buy you cider, the alcoholic kind.

—Excellent, a deal!

Look!

The best of both worlds.

However, before the second performance was about to start, one more thing happened.

Several female fans gathered around to sign autographs the moment the band got off the car: "Jimmy, Jimmy!"

The first reaction of the bodyguards was to block them...

But we all know that James has always treated his fans, especially female fans, very well.

Therefore, he signaled the bodyguards to let those female fans come over, and offered to sign autographs for them.

Fans cheered and surrounded James, very happy.

But compared to many female fans in the UK...

These American girls seem to be bolder?

"Jimmy, wow, you're amazing."

--thanks.

"Jimmy, I love you!"

--I love you too.

These are normal conversations, but next...

"Jimmy, I love your song! I'm this year, you know?"

— Uh, thanks.

"Jimmy, I like your red underwear, just like Superman."

--Thanks?Trust me, that was a mistake.I actually like your Batman better!

The conversation progressed to this stage...

James was already speechless, but there were many more exaggerated questions one after another, which made him embarrassed to continue answering.

And, to his dismay, he found that...

Everyone seemed to know about the drop of his pants and used it as a show.Therefore, fans are always asking him whether he will take off his pants during the performance today?

—Fuck off, why the hell don't you just go to a striptease?

——But strippers are not as good-looking as you, nor are you singing as well!

James: Enough!Watching a striptease is asking so much?

So, when another girl asked...

He suddenly raised his head annoyed, and countered aggressively and with sharp eyes: "Girls, please tell me honestly, are you here to see me take off my pants, or to listen to me sing?"

"……Sing!"

This group of fans probably sensed his murderous intent at that moment, and replied in unison: "Of course we are listening to you sing."

"OK, good girl."

James bowed his head again in satisfaction and continued to sign for them.

But when he finished signing and walked into the stadium...

The girls couldn't help but asked again: "So, do you really have to take off your clothes today?"

James suddenly laughed angrily.

He thought for a while, then turned his head suddenly, and winked at them with a smirk: "If there are enough of you and you strongly request it."

Amidst the excited screams of the fans...

He walked into the arena leisurely.

Lance frowned and asked displeasedly, "What the hell are you doing?"

James innocently replied: "I didn't do anything fucking!"

How many people came to the show that night?

How many of these people were attracted by those female fans and came here with malicious intentions to watch him take off?

James didn't know.

Anyway, he fell from the sky smoothly, stood in the center of the stage smoothly, sang smoothly, ran around the venue smoothly...

Even if the audience below shouted hoarsely!

From beginning to end, listen but not hear, turn a blind eye!

Do not take off!Do not take off!Just don't take it off!

When I saw the disappointed expressions of the audience, and heard some grumpy female fans scold liars in disappointment...

James's green eyes were shining, and he smiled cheaply towards the bottom of the stage with a pair of pointed little canine teeth, feeling a kind of spiritual victory.