walk with jimmy

Because of impromptu, the song "Rotten Strawberries" was inserted in the middle, and because James talked too much and interacted with the audience, the last song "Witch" was not sung.

Although the theater will not be built in a residential area, and some soundproofing settings will be made, but the performance venues at that time had the habit of starting a curfew at eleven o'clock.

On the one hand, the Conservative Party government issued the Noise Restriction Act not long ago; on the other hand, even if the staff in the venue have no objections, the trade union will usually actively fight for their legal right to rest and reject uncontrolled overtime in the middle of the night.

Therefore, if someone violates the curfew regulations, they need to bear the corresponding fines themselves.

Usually this fine will be counted as an overtime fee, and it will be charged by the minute; and, after paying the overtime fee, the fine will not be counted. After that, if you don’t want to be troubled by the union, you have to pay double to all the staff Overtime pay from wages, as compensation for taking up their rest time.

That would be a lot of money for anyone.

For the entire tour team, it is a meaningless expense and a loss-making business.

So, when the indicator light on the stage started to flash continuously, the lead singer James turned a blind eye and planned to continue singing...

Davis looked down at his watch, waved decisively, called two security guards, whispered a few words to them, and directed them onto the stage.

During this period of time, because the fans of the Planetary Band are generally somewhat fanatical...

The security guards hired by the tour manager Bill were all heavyweight players. They were nearly two meters tall and muscular. Standing there was a wall, a very intimidating strong man type.

Therefore, as soon as these two very conspicuous strong men stepped onto the stage, they immediately aroused doubtful eyes from some people.

Except for the blond lead singer who was facing the audience, standing on the edge of the stage, with his back to the entire band and the stage, most people couldn't help but look at them, their eyes full of curiosity.

The two security guards looked at each other and split into two groups tacitly.

A security guard began to notify the band members one by one according to the distance of the position, from the bass player Theo standing on the left side of the stage, then to the drummer Baldwin who was in the back position, and then to the guitarist Lance who was relatively in the front : "The time is up, if we don't end the performance, we will have to pay a fine for overtime."

Baldwin had no temper, just nodded to show that he understood.

It didn't matter to Theo, at most he complained "Why is it such a disappointment", and then he didn't say anything.

But Lance frowned, very reluctantly.

Skillfully plucking the guitar strings, he tilted his head, looked up, and whispered a series of questions to the security guard with a particularly clear mind: "A few minutes away? Can you sing another song? 1 minute How much do we need to pay? How is it calculated? How much do we expect to pay if it is extended by 15 minutes?"

The security guard, who has always used his hands and mouth and let alone his brain, had no such business at all, was immediately sweated by the question from the former school bully.

In the end, he was reluctant and stumbled before he gave a vague answer.

Lance thought for a while, and found that the fine was really a scam. Maybe he had to pay part of the money he earned through hard work on the tour. It was really not worth it, so he immediately agreed to end the show wisely.

The security guard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, another security guard had a more troublesome problem.

It was troublesome for Lance to persuade, but at least he could listen to and communicate with people.

James can communicate under normal circumstances, but when emotions come up, he often ignores them.

Here, the security guard ran to find James...

But the blonde lead singer was having a good time, and was busy shaking hands with the audience in the front row of the stage, singing together, completely ignoring him.

The security guard ran over and whispered, "Jimmy, it's time, we can't sing any more."

James pretended not to hear, and continued to bark his little tiger teeth at the audience, laughing silly.

The security had no choice but to catch up and stand in front of him: "Jimmy, if you don't finish it, you will have to pay a fine."

James stretched out his hand and wanted to push him away, but he didn't expect the opponent's body to be too heavy. Under the excessive force, he almost staggered backwards, and suddenly annoyed: "Go away."

The security guard continued helplessly: "Jimmy, Davis said the show should end."

James raised his head and stared at him angrily, pointed his middle finger, and cursed, "Get out, I'm going to sing."

Then, he tried to bypass the big security guard and continued to run to the other side of the stage.

The audience in the back row didn't know what happened...

But the audience in the front row all burst into laughter.

The security guard stood awkwardly on the stage, looking around angrily and amusedly.

At this time, Davis gave him a urging gesture off the stage, and then pointed to James.

The security guard immediately understood.

Amidst the stunned screams from the audience, he walked over quickly, took a step forward, bent down, without saying a word, lifted the wayward lead singer by the waist, turned and walked off the stage without hesitation.

"Grass mud horse! What are you doing~!"

James cracked his voice in shock.

Although he is not short, he is really petite under the background of the huge security guard at this moment, pitifully volleying his two thin and thin legs, struggling with all his strength, but his strength is not comparable to that of professionals. Unable to break free, his expression suddenly turned from embarrassment to anger and a little helplessness.

The security guard buried his head and walked quickly without saying a word, but no matter how hard he struggled, he didn't respond, and walked firmly towards the stage.

Seeing that he was dying, James pressed his hand on the security guard's shoulder unwillingly, trying to use his strength to keep running up.

He twisted his body with difficulty, trying to poke out a little golden-haired head from the security guard's shoulder, holding the microphone and kept cursing and shouting: "Put, let me down, idiot! Put me down quickly! You can't This way, fuck it, don't! Go down the stage! Please, please, I didn't finish the song... I can still sing! I can still sing! Next one... Witch... I Fuck! You can't go anymore! No, you can't leave the stage! Bastard, ahh, I'm firing you, you're fired! You're fired right now...you...are...fired... FFF—Fuck!! Let me down, I can still sing! Sing! Sing!"

All the audience was stunned by this accident, and they burst out laughing first.

But after they finished laughing, they suddenly realized: Wait, no, shit!Jimmy was really carried down!Not coming back?

At this time, James' voice has gradually faded away.

The audience realized that this was not a performance, and immediately waved their arms unwillingly, booing and shouting in protest: "Come back! Let him come back! Let Jimmy come back! We still have to listen!"

Abel, who was also watching the performance, was stunned, never thinking that there would be such a development...

He couldn't help laughing, looking at the person directing the security under the stage, he couldn't help sighing: "That Davis is really amazing."

Bill frowned: "Be determined and strict."

He said with some jealousy: "He just relied on being friends with Jimmy..."

The black-haired guitarist on the stage looked back at his two teammates, walked to the center of the stage calmly amidst the shouting and protesting of the audience, moved another stand microphone over, and started to pack up the rest mess.

He first raised his arm high to attract the attention of the audience, and then swung it down suddenly, starting with a large strum!

At that moment, the electric guitar exploded with great energy and vitality, and when the lead singer was not on the stage, the guitar once again became the dominant player.

The volume was turned to the maximum without suppressing it, and the impromptu melody was like a storm coming, and like a wild beast out of the cage, it ran and roared without any restraint!

The super showmanship controlled within 1 minute made the whole audience silent.

Then, the dark-haired guitarist whispered into the microphone, "Good night, Manchester."

Amidst the huge uproar erupting from the auditorium...

He turned around smartly, took his two teammates with him, and left the field calmly.

Looking at this scene from a distance, James was about to die of jealousy: "Look clearly! Look!"

He pointed to the stage and said: "This is what a fucking rock star should look like when he walks off the stage, and I should be like this, big fool! It's all your fucking fault! The whole of Manchester will only remember now I'm the little idiot who was carried off stage by the security! It sounds like I'm disabled, you bastard, it's all your fault, fuck! I'm going to fire you, fire you, you can go away!"

"Davis said, you can't fire me. If you fire me, he will come to talk to you in person. Moreover, I just did what I should do. You can also walk off the stage by yourself, but who told you Disobedient! If you continue to sing, we will have to pay a large fine, you know? And..."

The security guard was annoyed to death by him: "Jimmy, you can't lie to me to buy you some shit, reconcile and apologize after drinking, and then continue to scold me. If you keep scolding, I will take the beer away." Go! I won't buy you a drink, you foul-mouthed bad boy."

James immediately snatched the wine, hugged the bottle in his arms and continued to scold: "If you don't return it! I will scold you! Idiot, stupid big man, a stupid pig with muscles but no brains..."

"If you scold me again, I will really beat you!"

"...fuck! I'm so fucking embarrassed by you, you don't even let me scold you!!"

"...Okay, okay, you scold, you scold!"

"Get out, scold P! You idiot, I won't play with you anymore!"

The blond-haired lead singer suddenly jumped up from the ground, and nimbly pounced on the black-haired guitarist who had just stepped off the stage, shouting with a bright smile: "Beautiful playing!"

Lance laughed wickedly and teased him, "When you're off stage, you 'sang' beautifully!"

"Hey, make fun of me!"

At this moment, James thought to himself: "Should I kiss his mother first as planned, or after blowing his head off?"