walk with jimmy

According to the original plan, it took half an hour to take the cover photo of the music magazine "Crossroads" before going on stage.

But because James made such a fuss, the shooting time had to be postponed temporarily.

So, when it was time for the show, the Planets went straight to the stage, and their first song was "She's 16 years old".

It can be said that this song has uniquely become the favorite of all teenagers since its appearance.

In this era, a group of hormonally troubled and ignorant young people enshrine rock stars' nonsense as a philosophy of life, and wantonly vent their adolescent restlessness.

Therefore, on the street, you can often see a group of teenagers winking from time to time, you first say 'she is 16 years old', and then he says 'buddy, you know what I mean'.

Then, as if they met some hidden code, they instantly shortened the distance, and they could call each other brothers and become friends;

In contrast, the behavior of most girls will be much cuter.There won't be too much porn waste, but just fantasizing about having a perfect love of 'I like him, and he likes me'.

Therefore, they obviously prefer the second half of what James wrote 'give her real love, give her all the love, give her the once-in-a-lifetime love' or something.

But no matter which passage you like, it is enough to prove the popularity of this song.

Therefore, the present plays...

The audience was already boiling. They waved their arms and shouted towards the stage: "Planet! Planet! Planet!"

OK, let's go!

When James stood on stage and sang the first line...

Guy Ritchie, who has been silently following the film, was shocked to see through the camera that the fanatical audience enthusiastically launched a loud chorus below, almost word for word.

At this time, there is no live effect of any band that can compare with Planet.

James seems to be born to stand on the stage.

Because most of the time he is not performing, but using his true self to communicate spiritually with the audience, pouring all his emotions and feelings into each song, and then accurately conveying them to the audience, and finally leading the audience and Immerse yourself in the music together.

Every time I have to rush to the performance venue in advance, set up the stage, prepare the equipment, clean up the venue, prepare the surrounding area, set up security, fight wits and courage with the venue manager, and strive for better treatment for the band members...

Davis, who has been busy until now, is for this wonderful moment, and his tour staff are all standing on the side of the stage, or standing in an unobtrusive corner, silently looking up at the stage , looked at the dazzling band, and showed a proud expression with satisfaction: "Look, this is our band!"

"These boys are all fucking geniuses, and Jimmy is especially unparalleled." Bill, the tour manager, said excitedly.

He stood in a corner on the left side of the auditorium, persuading in a low voice: "Did you see? Did you see? All the audience was mobilized by them, and the whole stage was onfire! Are you willing to just give up like this?"

Abel, who was hiding in the shadows, was silent.

In the past, when his work was going downhill, he would try his best to behave like an elite. He was a standard high-level person in a neat suit and leather shoes, shuttling in the office building, with unconcealable ambition and aggressiveness in his eyes.

But now, his expression looked melancholy and dazed, as if he had lost his direction.Obviously, the sudden exposure of his private life was more of a blow to him than his failure at work.

But at this time, James, who had already sung almost three songs on the stage, suddenly took a few steps towards the audience and said, "There is a song that I haven't sung for a long, long time because my guitarist doesn't like it... "

"I didn't." Lance retorted in a low voice beside him.

Although he really didn't like it, he didn't like exposing himself in front of the public even more.

"But this song made me meet a good friend. He had an accident recently. Although it's nothing serious, he's probably crying at home now..."

The blond-haired lead singer raised his hand and made an exaggerated gesture of wiping away tears, which made the audience laugh.

Then, he snorted again: "But I won't persuade people, I won't persuade people, he can do whatever he likes. Anyway, if the shit is in your head, just give up so casually! Put yourself Don’t feel bad about giving up your favorite world to the annoying sluts, you’ll be laughed at by the sluts in the future! At that time, don’t fucking come to my show! I’ll put up a sign at the door , it says 'Wonders are not allowed to listen to James sing'. This is a huge loss, did you all hear that? I sing very well!"

'You've got a good fucking talk show too. '

Lance slandered in his heart, directly tucked the pick between his fingers, and plucked the strings lightly, completely unwilling to listen to his nonsense anymore.

"... apples, bananas, oranges, pears, only strawberries are broken." James' lazy voice sounded.

It turned out to be the song "Rotten Strawberries" that is rarely sung on stage!

Many audience members opened their eyes wide in surprise and looked towards the stage.

Abel's expression finally changed.

He slowly walked out of the shadows, raised his head, looked over the shoulders of rows of audience, and stopped quietly on the blonde lead singer.

Compared with the first meeting, James' typhoon is more natural, but there is a significant difference in the expression of emotion.

Maybe it's because of his recent love affair with Lance.

When he sang it, there was less aggression and bad banter than the original, but the "weird sense of seduction that Abel felt" was better.

Especially when singing "poor strawberry, it was pressed to the juice dripping", James walked up to the black-haired guitarist with the microphone very naturally, and stretched out his arms to wrap around the guitarist's neck, the whole person was sticky Sticky sticking to each other's body.

Then, while staring intently at his own guitarist with those green eyes, he continued to sing with the microphone in his other hand. After unconsciously licking his lips, he had an idea and changed the lyrics of the next sentence casually. It becomes: "Poor strawberries, crushed to the point of dripping with juice... dripping juice, dripping juice, running down your fingers... streaming down..."

Lance seemed to think of something, a rare blush flashed in his blue eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly involuntarily.

It was rare that he didn't care about James' behavior of changing the lyrics randomly, and let this guy stick to his body and continue singing, but he couldn't help but stare at him all the time, unable to look away for a second.

This song has not been performed on stage for a long time.

Therefore, the audience didn't notice the change in the lyrics immediately. They just screamed and whistled, excited, like a large-scale cult scene.

However, what's the excitement if you run to ask them at this time?

They themselves may not be able to answer anything, but the unspeakable atmosphere of the scene, the ambiguous tension between the lead singer and the guitarist, makes people's blood rush, and they just want to shout out loud.

Bassist Theo watched this scene in the middle of the stage inexplicably, and was a little confused about the situation.

He couldn't hold back the complaints in an interview later, but he obviously misunderstood something, and the complaints he made were not accurate at all: "Jimmy can be annoying when he has a bad temper sometimes, but you don't know, I think he It's even more annoying when people are clinging. Me, Baldwin, and Lance can live an independent life and do things by ourselves, but he can't, he has to be accompanied. This is definitely Linde, that is, his eldest brother is used to it Stinky problem. For example, at the Manchester performance, he insisted on singing with his arms around Lance, but luckily he sang "Rotten Strawberry", the melody was simple and easy to play, if it was changed to [CrazyNeverDie], Jimmy would continue to sing like this endlessly How can you play the guitar if you stick it on someone? Lance will definitely want to beat him to death, if this continues, how will you play that guitar solo?”

As for the drummer Baldwin, he kept calmly beating the drums at the back of the stage, ignoring the interaction between the two in the center of the stage.

But in fact, after the performance, he had more opinions than the bass player Theo, and directly slapped the drumsticks in front of the bastard lead singer and the bastard guitarist, angrily announcing in a calm but extremely powerful voice: "Next time, next time The next time the fuck suddenly changed the repertoire on the spot, and you two went to beat the drums by yourself."

Drummer Baldwin is one of the most stable members of the band, never losing his temper.

But once he loses his temper...

Lance, who had been beaten before, resolutely shut up and didn't speak.

However, James raised his head full of trust: "No matter what I change, you can play well! Baldwin Barlow, you are the best fucking drummer in the world! You are omnipotent and can do anything! "

Theo turned and gagged.

Baldwin said helplessly: "...you just want to trick me into playing drums for you."

Lance will also speak at this time: "No, this is the truth."

He stared at Baldwin: "I will only choose the best drummer team."

No amount of anger was extinguished.

What can Baldwin do?

Those are after the show, though...

When James sang <Rotten Strawberries>, the audience would never notice that the band was a little unskilled. This team was at its strongest period, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, as if they were one.

On the other hand, Abel's excited mood just now calmed down.

The first smile after the accident finally appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "Use me as an excuse to sing, and finally sing and play on your own, what a little bastard."

Bill smiled awkwardly.

Then, he asked carefully: "What do you think? Do you want to promise Jimmy?"

Abel smiled and answered him, "Do I have a choice? I don't have a shit in my head, and I don't intend to be a loser. Besides, I want to hear this little bastard sing more, but he didn't give me other options..."

Bill smiled reassuringly.

Abel looked at the stage again, but couldn't control himself at all. He looked at the blond-haired green-eyed little bastard who could always bring him out of despair...