walk with jimmy

The Kangaroos are scheduled to perform at the club for three days, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Things seemed to be true, as Mr. Dwight said, 'exotic kangaroos are fresh enough', and the club was packed before the show officially started on Friday.

It may be that there are too few things for people to entertain in this era, so it is rare for a foreign band to perform, and many people think it is very new.Some immature-looking teenagers didn’t even have time to change out of their overly formal suits (that is, school uniforms). They just took off their suit jackets and threw them away, or ran over with them on their shoulders. You can guess them at a glance. Just finished school.Club security tends to turn a blind eye to this.

The scene inside was full of excitement.

All kinds of noise, screams and laughter are heard from time to time.

At this time, Mr. Dwight, who always likes to do everything by himself, struggled through the crowded crowd, pulled a waiter anxiously, and asked loudly: "Planet Band? Where is the Planetary Band in charge of warming up? Damn, I won't let me go." Pigeons? I didn't see them backstage..."

"That's because there is no place for us to set foot in the backstage."

A familiar voice sounded from behind him. James walked over with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. His messy blond hair shone in the light, his bright green eyes smiled, and he said in a nonchalantly joking tone: "The kangaroos took up almost all the space backstage."

"Stop whining, Jimmy!" Mr. Dwight laughed at the tone of his voice.

He simply opened his arms and hugged the bad boy who was always making trouble for himself, patted his back lightly with his hands, and whispered in his ear: "You are already a big boy, don't be like a big boy." Children who are robbed of their toys are as unhappy. Come on, be generous, it only takes three days! By the way, remember to control the warm-up time to about three and a half to four minutes, in short, no more than five minutes. Listen now Mine, hurry up and get ready on the stage, the curtain will be pulled up soon."

"Don't call me Jimmy." James protested helplessly.

Then, he waved his arms vigorously to his teammates who were resting in the corner of the bar, and then pointed to the stage, signaling that it was about to start.

Lance and the others stood up and walked towards the stage together.

James waved goodbye to Mr. Dwight, and ran a few steps to catch up with them: "Hey, brothers! Shall we shout a slogan, such as the planet must win?"

"No, never! That's not cool at all." Theo refused.

"The occasion is not right, next time when there is no one in the background, I can play with you." Baldwin said patiently with a good temper.

"Are you free to do something?" Lance paused slightly.

He casually reached out and took the almost-smoked cigarette near James' lips, put it in his mouth and smoked the last two puffs, then threw it on the ground, and stomped it out with his foot: "Stop talking nonsense, get on stage!"

James scratched his hair, giving up on this good pep talk.

He walked shoulder to shoulder with his teammates towards the stage.

No stage fright!

No tension!

No fear either!

They are full of ambition, and they only want to regain their own stage.

The four of them strode forward with their heads held high, like cowboys in a western film about to go to a showdown to the death.

The crowd around them who knew the band habitually made way for them.

Occasionally, a few people who like their performance will call their names.

But now they only wanted to win a battle, ignored all these voices, and walked all the way to the battlefield with incomparable arrogance.

If there is a background music for it, the tone at this time must be passionate and secondary!

At this time, the curtain has not been pulled up.

Baldwin sat in the middle of a pile of big drums, twirling the sticks a few times; Theo bowed his head and adjusted the straps of his bass; The volume was turned up to the maximum; James rarely stood quietly in front of the stand microphone, closing his eyes and recalling the lyrics to be sung later.

After about half a minute, the staff ran up to the stage and told them that it was time to start.

The curtain slowly opened...

They only have 5 minutes!

5 minutes!

Lance was impatient to wait for the curtain to be fully drawn.

When the curtain was only pulled up a little, he deliberately let the electric guitar make a crackling electric sound, and then there were several discordant and piercing whistles.

The crowd below subconsciously covered their ears, but their attention was successfully drawn to the stage, realizing that a performance was about to begin.

But what they couldn't imagine was that this time the start was more intense and rapid than the previous ones.

As soon as the electric guitar came up, it made an overwhelming sound that was almost like a storm.

The heavy drums began to converge in a 'bang-bang-bang', strongly adding dynamism and vitality to the melody, and then, the endless bass sound also sounded, and the prelude melody rushed down like a big waterfall, almost unstoppable .

At this time, the curtain was completely opened.

James put his lips close to the microphone, and his green eyes looking at the audience were as fierce, impatient and determined as a cat eager to catch its prey.

Unlike before, he yelled out the first line of the lyrics this time.

After lowering the voice line, the somewhat hoarse but powerful voice was extremely explosive, which shocked the audience below.It feels like going to a restaurant to eat, and seeing the waiter start to serve the food, I thought it was a simple appetizer, but it turned out to be a super luxurious meal!

Guitars, drums, bass and vocals intertwined, bringing waves of roar to the room, and even the walls seemed to vibrate.

Everyone couldn't help moving to the music. They shook their heads violently, shook their bodies, opened their eyes wide, and raised their heads excitedly and fanatically. At this moment, the stage was like a magnet with magnetism, making it impossible to move. open sight.

210 six games!

This is the 210th and sixth performance of the band since its establishment, not counting nearly a thousand private exercises.

Now, those hard work and sweat have finally paid off sweetly.

James ran and jumped hard and frantically on the stage, unscrupulously using his enthusiasm to ignite and infect all the audience.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly and kept waving his arms to incite the audience. When he saw that the crowd below began to surge and rise and fall like a huge wave under his command, the incomparable feeling appeared in his heart. Great satisfaction!

But what makes him even more proud is...

Mr. Dwight and several members of the kangaroo band actually stood on the side of the stage, their faces were as excited as the audience, and they seemed to be immersed in their performance!

Is there anything more gratifying than conquering the audience?

Of course!

That is to conquer your opponents!

Let them applaud you too!screaming for you!

Four and a half minutes!

Did not exceed the specified time limit at all.

The Planetary Band successfully completed the warm-up task beyond imagination, making all the audience in the club high.

But in fact, the consequences of their performance made it impossible for the Kangaroo Band to perform on stage.

It's not just the audience's problem, it's also the equipment... the speakers exploded!

"Did you do it on purpose? Not only did you turn up the speaker to the maximum overload state, but you also turned up the guitar so loudly." James asked in a low voice.

Lance resolutely denied it, with a straight face: "I'm not talking nonsense without you, I just want to make the performance better. What overload? I don't understand."

This top student is really bad!

Everyone in the band gave him a middle finger in unison.

At this time, the poor speaker whose speakers were burnt out due to the excessive volume was carried off the stage and temporarily replaced with a spare old speaker.

The kangaroos came on stage to the boos and hurling of beer bottles from the audience.

But the environment is not very good, and the sound effect is not good, the result is...

Sadly ended.

They act very hard, but also have their own wonderful.

But it doesn't look right in comparison.

But the comparison itself is unfair.

Because James and the others concentrated all the explosive points in the four and a half minutes of the warm-up, but it was impossible for the Kangaroo Band to remain at the peak state from beginning to end during the two- to three-hour long performance.

It's not a good thing to do.

Moreover, it harms others and benefits oneself. If it gets out, the reputation in the industry will not be good.

After all, everyone is in a band. Although there will be competition, there is also a situation of helping each other, helping each other to warm up the stage, and by the way, watching friends' performances, and slowly getting ahead.But if it's a band that only steals the limelight from others, who would dare to ask them to warm up the scene again in the future!

Therefore, James and the others are really young and energetic at this time, and they do things regardless of the consequences.

Mr. Dwight, who finally realized what was going on, was about to have a heart attack.

He pointed at James and the others tremblingly, so angry that he couldn't even remember the curse words.

Leaving aside the damaged speakers, the key is...

There are still two days left before the performance of the Kangaroo Band. How can they sell tickets for Saturday and Sunday after doing this?

The four members of the band who were overwhelmed by emotions may only slowly realize these problems at this time.

But they were standing or sitting in the background, but they were all stubborn and silent, and they were unwilling to admit their mistakes.

For a long time... must thank the Kangaroo Band.

Not only did this group of silly kangaroos who were bullied not get angry at being robbed of the limelight, they spoke highly of their performance, and generously and sincerely issued an invitation to "cooperate on the same stage".

James was particularly surprised by this.

He remembered it for a long time afterwards.

Maybe there are always some small-minded and narrow-minded people in the music industry, and the competition among peers is extremely cruel, and there is nothing noble and kind to speak of.

But just like what happened today, as long as your talents and talents are enough to prove your own strength, there will always be some people who are willing to let go of past suspicions, extend their hands generously, selflessly and enthusiastically, and lead the young people who are ignorant but have an infinite future. The musicians are officially in!