walk with jimmy

The band is a grass-roots team that doesn't even have a name.

And this grass-roots team is said to have been built entirely by Lance's enthusiasm.

The ghost knows why a top student would do such a thing.

But in short, he is the lead guitarist of the band and is responsible for all the affairs of the band, including renting venues, coordinating time for rehearsals, preparing instrumental equipment, finding venues to negotiate performances, and most importantly...payment.

Lance's weekly salary for James' internship is two pounds, which sounds very little.

But in this day and age, this salary may be a little higher than that of some apprentices.

So, James can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He had been lying to his father and brother before, saying that he had gone to a garage as an apprentice.But even if he is an apprentice, he will have a meager salary. If he can't even get a shilling out of his pocket, his family will definitely find out that he didn't go to any garage at all, but spent all day on the street. The bad truth about wandering around and fooling around.

As for telling the family the real situation...

He didn't want to taste the iron fist of his father and brother's love because of "not doing a proper job", nor did he want to be thrown back to the past day by some jerk angel because of "doing a proper job", and continued to repeat more than 50 times.Therefore, I can only choose to hide it for the time being, and wait until I really make some career (at least I can support myself), and then try to convince my family.

Based on the above reasons, James is inevitably concerned about this unfamiliar band.After all, if he left the band, he had no idea where he'd be going to find another job where he could sing and get paid.

Therefore, on the first day of joining the band, he was very conscious of the new employees and put himself into work proactively: "Hey, guys, what does our band play? Where does it play? What songs do we usually sing ? I heard that the song "Honey, Honey, I Love You" is very popular recently, do you want me to learn it now?"

"What idiot are you kidding?"

Lance looked at him in disbelief: "Do you think we are playing that kind of sissy music? Singing that stuff is as boring as drinking milk and two sugars."

Influenced by his father and brother, James, who had never paid much attention to his external image, was taken aback for a moment.

He subconsciously looked at his two teammates.

As the lead guitarist, Lance Winfield is still the same as the former top student, looking clean, gentle and polite.

In fact, he has a special and unique temperament, as if everything he wears is like a custom-made style, even if it is an ordinary black suit and white shirt, as long as it is paired with that very girly, no, delicate face and two The long legs immediately give people a sense of fashion that can be put on the catwalk immediately. They are full of beasts in clothes, no, they are gentle and handsome.

But another person, the other interviewer who showed up that day, the band's drummer Baldwin Barlow, was the complete opposite.Judging from the short contact, he has a good temper and is quite gentle. He is a good person, but his aesthetics is weird, or he is a maverick.

He was tall and thin, but he dressed himself up like Jesus in textbook illustrations, with thick long curly hair hanging down his shoulders, a big beard covering half of his face in a mess, and the clothes he wore seemed to be oversized The trumpet, like hanging on some kind of bamboo pole, collapsed loosely on the body.

Such two people get together to talk about style?

James can only honestly admit: "I can't see it."

Lance's blue eyes immediately flashed a palpable smile.

This arrogant and narcissistic guy is probably still holding grudges for the little things before, and playing tricks on people every now and then.

But Baldwin Barlow was never unreasonably embarrassing: "Stop teasing him, Lance."

The honest man once again helped James, saying, "We're going to form a rock band."

"That kind of music that is so loud?" James couldn't help blurting out.

"God, it's not bad to call you an idiot, you really don't know anything." Lance rolled his eyes and sighed again uncontrollably.

Even the thick-skinned man who had been tempered for ten years now had a blush of embarrassment.

Although James occasionally gets confused, he is not clear about some things.

Lance and the others recruited the lead singer, they should want to make the band run as soon as possible, but who knows, they met someone who didn't know anything.

Although this is a two-way choice, my own arrival has indeed brought some small troubles to others.

So, he simply bowed his head: "Sorry, I will study hard."

But he showed weakness like this...

The sharp-tongued Lance didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only look at his friend with blue eyes for help.

Baldwin Barlow is always so reliable.

He touched James' head with a good temper: "It's okay, in fact, Lance hasn't been exposed to rock music for long."

"Hey!" Lance immediately jumped up angrily.

He shouted: "Old Bao, you should be on my side!"

James suddenly snickered.

He grinned and smiled triumphantly at Lance, showing two extremely conspicuous little canine teeth, and his talking green eyes immediately became lively again, as if to say 'hey, you are no better than me go there'.

Then, they ran to Baldwin's house together to listen to the song.

Because he is the only one currently renting a house and can play casually in the house without worrying about being reprimanded by his parents for making too much noise.

Of course, the bachelor's house isn't that clean.

Fortunately, everyone doesn't care about it. Even Lance, who is always dressed up, is just for the sake of beauty, not because he has a cleanliness.

The boys kicked away the domestic garbage on the ground and sat on the ground, because there were no sofas or chairs in the shabby rental house.

Next, they spent the whole afternoon letting James know that there are many types of rock music, not all loud and noisy; then, they let him know a few people with toilet lid hairstyles.

That is Lance's most admired rock star - The Beatles (The Beatles, also known as The Beatles).

Now, they are also James' idols.

What a great feeling!

When the music sounded, it was as if the sky had suddenly split open and a beam of light was projected down, brightening up the whole world and life.

It's weird to say that though...

But in fact, James didn't realize the beauty of music until this moment.

Maybe he never paid attention to these things before, maybe it was the pressure of life that made him never listen to a song quietly like this...

In short, no matter what the reason was, the ignorant he was enlightened all of a sudden, as if he had been given a magical magic, similar to what Buddha in the East gave him a blow?

When a song was played, Lance was delighted to see Lie Xin, and couldn't help but grabbed a guitar, held it in his arms cherishingly, plucked the strings gently, and began to imitate the guitar melody of that song.

James stared blankly.

The image of the rigid, conceited, and somewhat narcissistic top student in my memory is gradually disappearing, replaced by a more magical and tall image.

A boy holding a guitar is like holding the whole world. Although he is sitting on the floor, his momentum is already extraordinary.

He raised his head proudly, as confident as if he could call the wind and rain, his blue eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky, his slender fingers lightly plucked back and forth on a few thin guitar strings, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he played the song "Hey Jude" "It was played with great vigor.

James seemed to be bewitched, unable to help but eager to participate, or to walk into that magnificent music world.

He coughed lightly, hummed softly with a little embarrassment and lack of confidence, then carefully and slowly raised the volume, like a timid rabbit poking its head out of a tree hole, first sticking out one front paw , probing, probing...

But unexpectedly, Lance, who was always arrogant, did not laugh at him, but looked at him encouragingly with gentle blue eyes.

So, the rabbit happily came out of the hole, happily twisting its short-haired tail, and with the tacit cooperation and guidance of the guitar, it miraculously staggered and sang the whole song.

At that moment, it seemed that something invisible was brewing and quietly undergoing a qualitative change. The unique connection between the lead singer and the guitarist was initially established. It was a chemical reaction that would inevitably occur after meeting. Molecules break down into atoms, and atoms rearrange to form new molecules.

Baldwin Barlow lit a cigarette and sat smiling on a single plank bed to the side.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the perspective of a god, condescendingly looking down at the inadvertent first childish cooperation of the two young teammates, and already had a premonition of the band's success in his heart.

Even then, they had nothing.