walk with jimmy

"That'senough, Jimmy." Abel said after listening to the song.

"What do you mean? Isn't this a good song?" James asked suspiciously.

"The song is fine, but that's going too far," Abel said disapprovingly.

"How?" James asked.

"You're a piece of shit, and the worst guitarist ever."

"Did I not write the truth?"

Having known each other for so many years, Abel has long since stopped saving face for him.

He said directly: "Whether it is the truth or not, you know in your heart."

"...I thought you were on my side." James choked.

He stared at his green eyes, started to mess around, and accused him angrily: "But you actually spoke for him."

Abel was amused by his 'kids arguing for alliances' approach.

He glanced at Stewart next to him, as well as the drummer Abe and the bassist Sanderson, put his arm around James' shoulders, turned around, pulled him to a corner outside the house, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you mention it?" You better think about it for yourself when you scold Lance. Let's talk about something else first. What's the matter with Stuart? Why is he here? And help you make music, you are not deadly enemies..."

"we are not."

James couldn't help interrupting him: "What kind of rivalry, what kind of Great Britain War, they were all imposed on us by a group of idiots outside."

"But outsiders think you are, the British War is not fake, and the sales battle is not unheard of."

Abel continued disapprovingly, "So, what is he doing here? Joining the planet?"

"Lance is gone, I have to find another guitarist."

"Your candidate is Stuart?"

James nodded very naturally, as if this was an ordinary thing.

He even had time to take out a cigarette from his manager's pocket, bowed his head and lit it.

Abel took a deep breath, and his brain was a little confused for a while.

After all, no matter how good two people are in private, they were enemies in the British war that spread across the country. Moreover, that hostile relationship was hyped to be almost irreconcilable, just like a football derby , Therefore, the feeling of fans seeing these two people together is probably similar to that of fans seeing Liverpool and Manchester United not fighting to the death on the football field, but friendship first and competition second.

"What a gimmick! If you use it well, even if Lance quits the planet, it will still make big news."

Abel, who is used to business operations, was a little excited again.

If it is said that the person in the world who does not want the Planetary Band to decline and disband is probably him.

Even though he has signed a lot of profitable artists under his hands now, some of them sing well, some dance well, some are good-looking and obedient, but what he cares about most is always this band that has really put his heart and soul into it. A green-eyed little devil who is always troublesome, sometimes caring and sometimes evil, but always fits all his sex fantasies, unfortunately, he and Lance...

Wait, Lance quit.

He suddenly recovered from his excitement, and quietly looked at James.

The blond lead singer, who has long been out of his youthful form, is sitting lazily, with a cigarette in his mouth, which is as naughty as ever, and looks very difficult to get close to, but when he smiles, his green eyes are shining, and his little tiger teeth are also a little cute, But the cuteness is just the appearance, and the inner essence is a jerk, especially... He is obviously a grown man, but he is not mature at all, and he always has a bad temper like a child who can do whatever he wants.

Able, as a manager, noticed Jimmy and Lance's overly intimate behavior a long time ago.

Because the two of them barely cover up a lot of the time.

This once made him die.

After all, Lance and Jimmy are like-minded, about the same age, and talented, and he has no advantage in any way.

But now, thinking of Lance and Jimmy's quarrel, quitting...

His originally dead heart beat again, and he couldn't help calling out hesitantly: "Jimmy?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, James asked vaguely, "What?"

"Since you and Lance have fallen out...well, should you, should you think about...me."

Abel spoke this sentence hesitantly, turning all corners and turns, and prepared for the other party not to understand.

However, unexpectedly...

James looked at him knowingly, but replied simply and neatly: "I won't lie to you, I haven't broken up with Lance."

After a few seconds of embarrassment, Abel retreated quickly.

But before leaving, this conscientious man, or the man who watched this group of 'children' grow up and succeed step by step, pointed to the demo tape of the single with grace, and reminded him with a forced smile. : "Since, since you haven't broken up, then, just say less hurtful things."

James didn't answer.

He was biting his cigarette butt, his blond hair was hanging on his forehead, and there was a displeased look on his face.

Many years later, Abel wrote highly in his memoirs: [Many people think Jimmy is stupid, but that is just an illusion.Due to dyslexia, he did not read any books in his early years.But he is very smart, with a kind of shrewdness to see the world, but what is rare is that he never pretends to be smart. ]

[…He usually seems to be indifferent and a bit rude, but he is actually a very considerate person.So, he probably found out about my feelings a long time ago, but never said it, which saved me from embarrassment.When I couldn't bear to raise it, he directly gave the answer of rejection without any delay, which seemed a bit cruel, but it was also the best way to deal with it.Jimmy is really a good person, kind, sincere and frank. If you are with him, you will feel very safe. ]

However, the funny thing is...

Later, James wrote in his diary: [Abel likes me, I found out very late.But after I found out, I thought about it, and it didn't do me any harm.Abel took good care of me, let me run amok, and collected a lot of good and expensive wine for me, so I decided to enjoy every day without knowing it.However, if he actually told me directly today, then he can only refuse. ]

In the end, he showed his true nature as a jerk, and wrote a conclusion full of regret:

[I should have taken two more bottles last time, I probably won't be able to drink those wines in the future. ]

But regardless of the similarities and differences between the two people's views on this period of "unrequited love", at least there is a little bit of cognition in the bottom of their hearts that is the same.

That is: we are not suitable.

In the music industry, but better at business operations, Abel is very realistic in nature;

He regards music as a necessity of life and believes that business should make way for music. He is a romantic James in his bones.

They are completely two types of people.

Able will never be able to play guitar and sing with him like Lance; nor will James and Able get together to discuss hype and operations.

So, keep your distance.

Only distance can produce aesthetic feeling; only distance can give filter a sufficient living space.

The matter passed peacefully.

But James had to look at his new single: "Does It Really Hurt?"

"A little bit," said Stuart from the side.

But he, who is gentle by nature, added, his brown eyes full of trust: "But I know, Jimmy, you are just talking angry, and Lance should think so too."

'No, that bastard is narrow-minded and vengeful, and he certainly won't have the same idea as you. ' James said in his heart.

So, until the end of the day, he couldn't figure out what to do with the single.

But after the sun goes down, a long-lost old friend magically appears.

The future ghost director Guy Ritchie was still taciturn, handed over a box and said, "You said you would invest in me."

"That's the thing, how much do you want?"

James took the box in a daze: "What is this?"

"Video, I edited your documentary N years ago."

Guy Ritchie answered without hesitation.

Fuck it, N years ago!

Fortunately, he can still speak.

James looked at him disgustedly.

But Guy Ritchie reported the amount very naturally.

James, who is not short of money now, rolled his eyes: "Let's go, find a lawyer, and sign the contract! If you make a movie this time, delay me for N years, and I'll hire someone to kill you!"

A look of joy flashed across Guy Ritchie's face: "No."

He rarely told the truth: "I have thought about this movie for many years, it is very challenging, and it is not at the same level as your boring documentaries."

If it wasn't for that movie being "Two Smoking Barrels," James would have hired someone to kill him right now.

The next step is to sign the contract and give the check with the help of a lawyer...

As early as when the number of bank accounts gradually increased, James hired someone to help with financial management. Now, it is enough to follow the normal investment model for money to make movies.So, with the help of a group of professionals, things went very smoothly.

Soon, James won't have to expend energy on a certain pigeon director.

Holding the box that Guy Ritchie gave him, he went back to another home in London...

Because of a fight with Lance, he had just moved out of the apartment he shared and bought a house hastily.

While opening the refrigerator to get a beer, he planned to see what the hell the documentary N years ago was like.

At the beginning, there was a black screen, but the familiar drumbeat could be heard in the background sound, which was powerful and powerful.

James drank a sip of beer and said to himself: "Tsk, African bison! It sounds like Baldwin's drum, one word, steady!"

At this time, with a scream, James was startled and raised his head subconsciously.

Then, the kind of noise that can only be seen in live performances suddenly appeared.

But the screen was still pitch black.

But his own voice rang out with an obvious smile, and overwhelmed all the noise: [Everyone, the next song is the last song of this show——CrazyLance.]

Then, another extremely familiar voice sounded softly from the side.

He stubbornly corrected: [It's CrazyNeverDie.]