walk with jimmy

James' life began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The most obvious point is the adjustment of work and rest time. The club is open at night, so they have to put rehearsal and study in the daytime, and then go to work at night.

Lance continued to occupy the cabin and single bed that Baldwin rented;

Theo occasionally came to play the floor with Baldwin.

James lied to his family again, saying he would be working the night shift at the garage.

Old John and Linde were a little dubious about this statement.

But James has been fascinated by the spotlight on the stage at this time.

He seems to have completely forgotten the reluctance when he promised the angel. The first thing he wants to do when he wakes up every day is to go to Lance and the others excitedly, rehearse together, drink cider together, and listen to those good songs together , and then, go to that club together to work and receive warm applause from the audience.

The club performance is very hard,

From the beginning of business to the end of business, the band needs to perform for about seven or eight hours. In the middle, there may be occasional people to help set up the stage and let everyone in the performance get a little news, but the rest of the time can hardly stop for a moment, and the intensity is very high.

The owner of the club, Mr. Dwight, is not exactly a bad guy.

As a profit chaser, he also has the nature of capitalists to squeeze employees.

After seeing more and more guests pouring into the club, his favorite thing to do is to excitedly run backstage, urge the resting band, and then, like a group of chicks, beat the weak, pitiful and helpless They all rushed to the stage with their help, even if Lance hadn't finished finishing his hair, James still had half a sandwich in his mouth...

"Sing! Sing! Sing!"

The audience below the stage also yelled reluctantly, and the dazzling lights beat them indiscriminately.

Whenever at this time, James would involuntarily raise his hand to cover his eyes, feeling a sense of ignorance of not knowing where he was.

But Lance's familiar and gentle guitar prelude can always sound everywhere, as always, stable and normal performance, with an unshakable and powerful aura, like a guiding light in the dark, leading everyone to continue Forward.Then, bass, drums and singing will follow, everything is back on track, and the wonderful performance begins again.

But this kind of satisfactory performance does not satisfy the club owner Mr. Dwight enough.

"You have to learn to match wits with the audience."

In private, he said to everyone: "You have to really act like a rock star, conquer them, manipulate them, make them cry for you, laugh for you, clap for you! Scream for you! Totally crazy for you! I hope you guys can open up a bit more, rock is supposed to be the sexiest music, it makes people want to move. So step up, be wild, don't be like those squeamish school kids, you have to show it Your own charm! If men don’t want to be you, and women don’t want to make love with you, then what’s the point of singing rock and roll?”

The last few words were so straightforward that James blushed.

But there are indeed some fallacies that make people think and learn.

So, the band did make some changes, and each member tried to add some provocative moves on stage.

Fortunately, at this time, they have sufficient time and conditions to conduct experiments one after another, and make timely improvements through the audience's response.

All members displayed an amazing resilience.

No one said to give up, no one was lazy to paddle, everyone was doing their best to complete each performance, so their speed of progress was comparable to taking a rocket to the sky.

Just very challenging for one's mental state!

The guests come to the club to listen to music and dance to find friends with sex. They can turn around and leave after two or three hours of high, but the band must stick to their positions from beginning to end, and must also play in a state of excitement all the time to ensure a wonderful performance. Guests will not be disappointed.

Sometimes when the performance was over, the four of them had no time to go home, so they were so tired that they fell asleep in the backstage.

In the middle of sleep, you may wake up hungry, because you haven't eaten or drank all night, your greedy stomach is empty, and you are so hungry that you almost want to eat yourself.

A rock star once said that a band that has not been in clubs, bars, dance halls and other places will not be a good band.

Although this statement may be too absolute, it has to be said that chaotic occasions are indeed very exercising.

For example, sometimes there will be troubles caused by drunk guests.

Even if the club's bodyguards tried their best to stop them, they would still throw wine bottles, shoes, clothes, and everything else on the stage when they were drunk.

This is normal operation.

Many viewers didn't mean anything malicious, maybe they were just too happy, so happy that they didn't know what to do!

The first time this happened, Theo was taken aback and accidentally played the wrong note.

Caught off guard, the melody of the whole song was disrupted and the performance stopped.

But Mr. Dwight, the club's owner, didn't take it seriously.

He waved his arms and yelled like a gorilla in the audience: "Are you all fucking sleepwalking? Go on, go on, don't stop."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and could only continue to perform with trepidation.

Afterwards, Mr. Dwight triumphantly laughed at their frightened performance at the time: "You are like a group of little girls who have never seen the world! What is this? A real musician will not stop playing even in the face of a hail of bullets."

"But sometimes they even throw kitchen knives!! Kitchen knives!! Throw kitchen knives up, boss!"

"Then you guys can take it back and wash it, you don't need to report it to me, I'm very generous in this regard."

"Hold!"

Under such circumstances, everyone had to listen to the six directions and watch all directions every day, and their dodge skills were all at full value, for fear that if they were not careful, a hidden weapon would be thrown up from the audience and their heads would be broken.

Until one day, the moment the thrown wine bottle shattered, the splashed glass shards across James' face, leaving a thin but clear bloodstain.

This scene happened to be seen by Lance who was standing next to him.

He became angry for a moment, immediately picked up the things thrown by the audience, and threw them all down, and then pushed James aside, yelling Fuck into the microphone, swearing and clamoring, so that the person who threw the wine bottle had a kind of feeling on stage Come one on one.

James was stunned: "Who the hell is this? I seem to be the bad student who is criticized by the whole school every day, right?"

In the end, the coward who threw things didn't dare to go on stage at all.

But the atmosphere at the scene that day was so hot that it exploded.

No one likes to watch the cowards who swallow their anger, and the audience who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement like this kind of dramatic plot where they fight against the crime and draw their swords in anger.

Mr. Dwight was so happy that he specially invited them to have a meal in the early morning after closing business.

The club's potato cakes were delicious, and James, who had been hungry all night, ate more than a dozen in one sitting.

Since then, they have never been afraid again.

Because fear does not bring respect, it only leads to further bullying.

Therefore, we must fight back!

No matter how big or small the counterattack is, whether it is strong or weak, it must show a tough attitude of 'labour and capital don't want to be bullied'.

After that, I also encountered gang fights.

One of the most serious attacks was indiscriminate, with tables, chairs, and wine bottles flying all over the place, and even more dangerous throwing knives flew over the head one by one, leaving a cold sweat.

But at this time, the band, which has almost rapidly evolved from baby chicks to fighting chickens, completely ignores it.

They sang songs of battle and death calmly, lest the world would continue to stir up people's emotions and add bricks to the chaos.

But this time, Mr. Dwight, the club owner, couldn't hold on himself.

Because the scale of the group fight was too large, the club was about to be smashed up, and the police might also come to investigate, and the business would have to be closed for rectification.

So, he rushed towards the stage again, waving his arms like a gorilla, shouting wildly: "You! Stop singing! Stop, stop! Stop!!"

James rolled his green eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and pretended to be stupid and shouted back into the microphone: "Don't worry about us, boss! A real musician will never stop playing even in the face of bullets. Come on, Guys, fight! fight!!! fight!!! Fuck those sons of a bitch!"

Good boy, well said!

The crowd below was excited, and the people in the group fight became even more cheerful, and it was completely life and death.

Dwight's lungs were about to explode.

But at this time, there was no time to reason, so he could only choose to compromise: "You guys, please sing a softer song."

"What, can't you hear me? Speak up, don't be a pussy!"

"I said fucking sing softly, don't fucking add fuel to the fire! Jimmy, you bloody little bastard! You have the guts to wait for me..."

"Don't call me Jimmy," James said.

Then, he went back to discuss with Lance and the others in a very dignified manner.

In less than half a minute, this scene appeared in the club:

He was beaten to death off the stage.

Hallelujah was sung on stage.

In the background sound of God loves the world...

The bastards who were fighting broke down a bit: "Fuck! Who is the idiot singing on stage? Shut him up!"

The world is like this, no one can please everyone.

But look, the so-called calmness and calmness in dealing with changes is just like this!

Hey!Hey!Hey!

Rock and roll life, the fun is endless! !