walk with jimmy

Together with Davis, Lance dragged and coaxed James, who lost his temper, into the dressing room backstage.

The photographer stood there stupidly, until a staff member carefully handed him a tissue and motioned him to wipe the water off his face, then he returned to his senses in embarrassment.

On the other end, as soon as he entered the locker room, James ran to eat the cookies on the plate like no one.

Although he was touched by the maintenance, Davis couldn't help but get a headache when he saw his heartless and generous appearance.

However, due to work reasons, he still took the initiative to explain: "Fin is actually not malicious, just complaining."

As a result, James had no idea what he was talking about, and raised his head innocently and asked, "Who is Finn?"

Davis realized again that the guy in front of him couldn't treat him as a normal person, at least he couldn't apply the social rules that everyone agreed on.He lives too simply and selfishly, so that he doesn't care about those conflicts of interest and complicated social relations. For those irrelevant people, he may pretend to be polite when he is happy. When he is unhappy, he really even remembers their names. Can't live.

So, what else to say?

Davis could only answer helplessly and simply: "Fin is the photographer you just scolded."

James nodded, indicating that he understood.

He continued to nibble on the cookie with his head down, as if everything was normal and nothing had happened.

Is this over?

Is this over?

For a moment, Davis looked very mad.

Lance laughed out loud beside him.

Davis was in a very complicated mood, and thought to himself, let's forget it?How else could it be?

Thinking of this, he felt powerless, and he was too lazy to continue spending time with James in the locker room. He opened the door and went out to continue working, and he had to find a way to deal with the aftermath by the way.

Lance sat next to James, reached out and touched his blond hair, and comforted him: "I've got someone to inquire about Abel's matter, don't worry."

"I'm in no hurry."

After venting his emotions, James is now clear-headed, and his tone is calm and composed: "As long as the person is not dead, it is not a big deal. If he is sick, I will find someone to see him; if he is lost, I will go to the police to find him; if it is He's out of his mind and stupid, I'll pick up a fucking stone and give him a dipper to sober up for free..."

"You treat him...you are kind to him."

Lance seemed normal, but actually made a jealous comment.

"I am good to everyone who is good to me." James said as a matter of course with a tongue twister.

He ate the last bite of the cookie, licked his fingers, squinted at Lance with green eyes, and finally couldn't help but complained in a low voice: "You have the face to say it! Did I treat you badly? I'm the best for you! You don't know anything, and your skills are so bad, I'll lie down and let you do whatever you want, without crying out for pain."

"Ah, does it hurt?"

"Well, well, if I say it hurts, will you fucking laugh at my mother?"

"will not."

"It hurts, I almost cried, your strength must be in the wrong place."

"...I'm sorry? But you should shout out next time, don't hold back, otherwise how can I judge whether you are in pain or not?"

"I'm going to sing today, what if I accidentally become dumb?"

"Keep your voice down, it's not that you are asked to sing high notes."

"Lance, are you talking in human language? Shit! How the hell are you asking me to control the volume in that situation?"

"Then... the next time you find a non-performance..."

"You can, but by then, will your technology be able to advance by leaps and bounds?"

Lance was super confident in an instant: "I've always been good at learning, and I'm sure I'll improve after a few more visits. Don't worry, this is a potential stock. You're right to invest as soon as possible."

James makes sense.

He decided to believe in Xueba's future development, so he took the initiative to kiss him and said encouragingly, "Come on."

The two reached a consensus, and everyone was happy.

Then they changed the subject and went on to discuss the business of tonight's show.

"Has the playlist been given to Bill?"

"Theo took it."

"The last song is definitely <Witch>?"

"Correct."

"I always feel that I need to practice that song again, and I didn't sing very well in a few passages."

"Trust me, darling. As long as you can stand on the stage, you will sing your best."

James was elated when he heard it, and he completely understood why those teachers at school regarded this bastard as a treasure.

At this time, the tour manager Bill knocked on the door and walked in: "Sorry, excuse me."

He hesitated and asked, "I heard that you are looking for someone to inquire about Abel."

"Yes!" "It's us."

James and Lance looked at him subconsciously: "You know?"

Bill smiled awkwardly: "Have you all forgotten that I was recommended by Abel."

So far, this is the first time he mentioned his origin as a tour manager: "Well, we are actually half friends, and we have cooperated several times in work before."

It was only then that James remembered that it was indeed under Abel's stubborn recommendation that Bill became the tour manager.

At that time, if Davis hadn't taken the initiative to take a step back, they would have almost started a fight because of this incident.

However, now is not the time to turn over old scores...

James asked directly: "Then you must know what's going on with him?"

Bill was afraid of affecting the performance tonight, so he didn't want to say it now, and tried to evade: "It's a long story, should we wait until the performance is over?"

James was very impatient: "Don't talk nonsense, I need to know now!"

Bill glanced at Lance for help.

But the black-haired guitarist also said lightly: "I think the same as Jimmy."

Bill had no choice but to stammer.

This thing is quite pitiful...

Anyway, Abel was completely unlucky all the way home.In the beginning, he committed suicide and asked rentboy to open a room. In the end, he met a liar, was robbed directly, and was thrown into the wilderness. Finally, after going through a lot of hardships, he called the police for help...

It doesn't matter if it's just that.

After all, based on professional ethics, the police will not go to openly talk about the victim's privacy when they have nothing to do.

What's more, although Abel is the head of the A&R department of the record company, he is not a well-known public figure, and he is not that topical.

But the problem was that in the police station at that time, there was a gossip paparazzi who was drunk and crashed his car to take notes. Not long ago, when he was chasing news about the Planetary Band, he happened to meet him.

The paparazzi's eyes lit up at the time, and at first he wanted to strike up a conversation and get some news about the planet band.But then I changed my mind and made a big news.

After he got out of the police station, he made up a rumor, saying that Abel was not only looking for a rentboy, but also made unspoken rules for artists. Only artists who pleased him would have the chance to make records. A sure word, all words like "I guess, maybe, maybe", but every sentence is alluding to the planet band.

Such rumors are more harmful than sexual orientation issues.

Just after it appeared, many promising artists repented on the spot when signing with Mixer record company, and signed to another record company.

Under such circumstances, Mixer Records chose to expel Abel immediately. Although it may be suspected of making things worse, it can also be explained.

But this matter seems completely inexplicable to James.

He showed a puzzled expression: "I don't understand, who did that idiot Abel set the rules?"

Bill replied: "No, he is very principled and never seeks out acquaintances."

James sarcastically said, "Then why did Mixer fire him?"

Bill smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

But James didn't really understand.

He just resented this kind of thing, and spoke directly on the spur of the moment: "Go and call Abel and tell him to come over and see me. Mixer Records doesn't use him, I use him."

As Abel's friend, Bill suddenly revealed a look of surprise.

But when he hurried away to call Abel, James' sanity returned.

Apologetically, he turned his head to look at Lance, who was bowing his head in thought, and asked, "Uh, is it okay for me to do this?"

Lance recovered and smiled.

He walked over to James and hugged James, and whispered firmly in his ear: "As long as you think about it, there is no problem."

These words moved James enough!

He thought, even if Lance doesn't practice well next time, there will be a next time, next time...

However, this really only proves one thing - the guitarist's mouth, a liar!

Later, when Lance commanded Abel with confidence, he helped the band go to fight against Mixer Records, fight a lawsuit, and grab copyrights...

Only then did James realize that he was probably moved in vain.The bastard was probably already calculating the residual value of Abel's body at that time.

The former high-level internal person in charge of the A&R department of Mixer Records, after turning against each other, stabbed his old club with a knife. He was absolutely able to accurately target the weak point, and the stab was accurate, ruthless and fatal.

But at this time, James still didn't know anything, and his mind was full of bowls of ecstasy soup poured by his guitarist.

He has always had the stupid sense of loyalty among street gangsters. Although he usually bullies others, at critical moments, he will never say a word, and he is willing to go through fire and water for his friends regardless of right or wrong, regardless of gains and losses.

So, when he found out that Lance was willing to stand by his side at this time, he was very happy.

If Lance was a woman...

He probably excitedly ran to call his brother Linde to introduce (show off): "Look! This is your brother's new bird (girl), hot and capable, accompany me on stage Singing, fighting with me off stage! My friend is in trouble, and he doesn’t dislike it, and is willing to accompany me to help his friend! Fell! Fell! When I went to bed, I’ll shoot him all my fucking soul!”

The author has something to say: in the Liverpool dialect, while the male is called ourkid, the female is called bird... Hey, so cute.