walk with jimmy

Fighting this thing is very imposing.

As long as there is a little hesitation in my heart, it will be revealed immediately.

But the situation at the time was...

The coke-throwing bastard is local, which means there are probably some cronies or acquaintances around.

If you can't shake him all at once!

That's far more than just one person to deal with.

James, who has been at the bottom since he was a child, is well versed in the knacks of fighting.

So, without further ado, preemptive strikes.

When he rushed forward without saying a word, no matter what he thought in his heart, at least he looked murderous on the surface. It was not like the ordinary kind who went to fight to vent his anger and emotions, but to kill people. Those clear eyes Almost naked in the green eyes was written: Die!

This seems to be the case.

After throwing people to the ground, bang!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!James rode on top of the bastard, punching punch after punch in the face, blood splattering everywhere.

At this time, the background music was accompanied by the sound of Baldwin's bass drum, and the sounds were loud and rhythmic!

The people who watched the excitement nearby didn't expect such a development, and they were a little silly.

The point is that the contrast in this scene is a bit too big, the lead singer with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a floral dress, and the girl-like lead singer instantly transformed into a berserker?

The security finally came belatedly.

They pushed their way through the crowd yelling, "Enough, enough, Jimmy!"

These unlucky guys first dragged their own lead singer who had been beaten like chicken blood, and hurried to help the audience member who was about to be knocked out.

James wiped the blood that was accidentally splashed on his face, with disgust on his face, and finally said from the silence: "Fool!"

"Jimmy, go back to the stage, go back right away, let's handle it here!" Several tour staff came over and shouted.

James then turned around bitterly, and walked towards the stage aggressively again.

When he walks past...

The surrounding crowd moved aside almost unconsciously, making a way for him.

Obviously a favorite star.

But at this time, no one dared to get close like before.

On the stage, Lance greeted him first.

He hugged his lead singer and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, let's continue singing."

James nodded calmly.

If it weren't for the unwiped blood stains on his face, it would look very harmless.

He picked up the microphone and returned to center stage, but before he started performing, he yelled at the audience: "I'm here to sing, not to fucking hit me with things! So, you better not Don't fucking do that again, understand?"

This time, no one will think of him as a weak chicken who is easy to bully.

Those provocative people all turned off the flames, and there was a complete silence.

James ignored it and sang on his own.

It's just that throughout the night, the emotions of all the songs were not quite right.Every song, including some supposedly sweet love songs, is sung like it's about to kill a lover at any moment...

But it doesn't matter!

Letting go of the passion inside, showing the crazy side of the soul, that's fucking rock and roll.

The audience was quickly captivated by the new style of the song, dancing below to the beat of the music.

The spotlight followed James' running back and forth on the stage. Under the bright lights, the blond lead singer who sang hard was soaked in sweat, but he didn't seem to feel tired at all, and vented all his negative emotions through music.His voice is higher-pitched and sharper than usual, and there is a faint sense of tearing in the high-pitched voice, revealing the anger and dissatisfaction that wants to fight all the time, like a raging fire that sweeps everything, with a vow to burn Light all the sense of destruction.

At the end of the performance, the audience in the audience couldn't help showing shocked expressions.

They forgot the previous provocations and fights, all excitedly looked at the stage, immersed in it, shouted the name of the band, and tried to persuade them to sing another song.

However, after James completed the original performance plan and sang the last line of the lyrics, he had no intention of continuing to interact with the audience as before.

He smashed the microphone to the ground, gestured his middle finger downwards, then turned and left!

The rest of the band didn't respond either, as if the lead singer had done a normal thing.

They completed their part of the work in silence and expressionless, indirectly expressing their dissatisfaction with disturbing the audience.

The audience didn't know how to react for a while.

Some people hate and love them, and at the same time think: "This is none of our business from the beginning to the end, right? We have never picked a problem. Besides, you won all the fights? Why are you still angry?" ? You are too bad-tempered!"

On the other hand, when the three members of the band walked backstage, they all laughed again.

James, who came back to the backstage one step ahead of them, greeted them with five or six bottles of beer, and shouted in high spirits as if nothing had happened: "Quick! Quick! Come on! Come and drink with me!"

Everyone was in high spirits and did not refuse,

This time I drank more happily.

James himself can't remember how many bottles he drank in the end, but he should have drunk the most anyway.

After opening his eyes again, he found himself lying next to Lance, looked at the surrounding decorations, and guessed that someone should have carried him into the hotel...

At this time, Lance noticed the movement next to him, and opened his eyes sleepily.

But he was very angry when he got up, and he didn't speak when he opened his eyes, just frowning unhappily beside him.

James shook his dizzy head, trying to wake himself up.

Then, he jokingly asked, "Did you fucking take advantage of me while I was drunk last night?"

Lance replied angrily: "Get out, I'm not interested in rape corpses! Don't bother me so much, I'll sleep later."

Then, without hesitation, he turned his back and went to sleep.

Ugh!

Why do you want to find such a boyfriend?

James reluctantly got out of bed alone.

He ran to the bathroom to take a shower, brush his teeth, and thought about 'Is the breakfast in this hotel good'?

however……

The dry fight is cool for a while, but there will be a lot of troubles in the follow-up.

First Abel called from London: "Jimmy, can you give me some peace of mind one day?"

"Then what's the use of you?"

James replied jokingly: "I have to keep finding you some work to make sure you don't lose your job! You're welcome, buddy!"

Abel hung up the phone angrily.

Then there's Davis...

He persuaded him from a friend's point of view: "The next time something like this happens, you should ask the security guard to do it, understand? You can't just roll up your sleeves and do it yourself. It's not good for your image."

"Image? Then do you think I look like a gopher?"

"what?"

"Isn't it like?!"

James said: "When I stood on the stage last night, I thought I was running to play whack-a-mole with the audience. Oh, I am the fucking gopher."

Davis could only cry dumbfoundedly: "...Jimmy."

In the end, it was the beaten bastard who claimed to be the 'victim'.

He took James to court and demanded compensation of 100 million.

Appraisal: Pure idiot without a doubt!

However, James still lost money.

The court helped to coordinate and compensated things like medical expenses, which were probably several thousand pounds.

no problem! .

Considering how many thousands of pounds you can get someone knocked to the ground and beaten up, well worth it.

James decided to set aside only a portion of the money he earned in the future as a "hitting jerk reserve fund".

What a brilliant idea!

But Lance said, "Don't do that, Jimmy."

"Why?" James asked incredulously.

Lance educated him painstakingly: "Can you be a little promising? Come up with a good way to 'beat the bastard and not lose money'?"

James was speechless.

Lance had a point.

After that, the media also came to make trouble.

At this time, the news of [Jimmy Lemon, the lead singer of the Planetary Band, jumped off the stage and beat the audience in public] was already flying all over the sky.

Abel did everything he could to keep the matter down.But it is clear that they do not have enough energy to control public opinion.

Therefore, there is only one way to tactfully tell the truth about what happened. At least it can be used to prove that James is not without reason; nor does he want to cause trouble after drinking too much;He just acted like that on the spur of the moment when he was young.

Then, he also helped James publish a public apology letter in a well-known newspaper.

The general meaning of the letter of apology is: Because Mr. XX threw something towards the stage and almost injured Lance (Lance: Injured??), I made a mistake on the spur of the moment in order to protect my friend.But deep down in my heart, I didn't want this unpleasant thing to happen to anyone, and I apologize for it.

The letter of apology has nothing to do with James.

All written by Abel himself.

In addition, considering James' habit of running trains with his mouth full.

Everyone, including Lance, told him not to communicate with the outside world; don't accept interviews; don't answer reporters' questions; it's best not to say even casual swear words.

James was annoyed by these inexplicable restraints.

But when others are busy for themselves, you can't continue to stab someone behind your back, can you?He's not that badass yet!

So, during that time, he has been hiding in the hotel honestly, staying quietly like an introverted little girl, flipping through books, singing songs, drinking tea all day long, and learning to play guitar with Lance by the way .

But even so, he still didn't avoid it.

Paparazzi journalists are powerful and pervasive.

Between James' good habit of never missing a meal.

When he got up early again, put on a casual skirt, pulled on his slippers, and sauntered to eat the daily breakfast provided by the hotel with a cigarette in his hand, he was accidentally surrounded by a group of reporters.

I don't know where these guys came from...

Maybe it's mixed in?Because a few people are still wearing the clothes of the hotel waiter.

So fucking amazing!

These people are really inferior to being reporters, and the place they should go to should be MI[-].

In short, this group of people rushed over like vicious dogs grabbing food, and surrounded James.

Among them, one of the paparazzi journalists who may have often followed the band, who was somewhat familiar, held a newspaper and asked, "Jimmy, what do you think of the remarks made by XX?"

Who is XX?

James showed a puzzled look.However, thinking of everyone's request to 'stop talking', he didn't ask.

But maybe the facial expression was too obvious, and the paparazzi miraculously understood it.

He immediately handed over the newspaper, and enthusiastically pointed to a small section: "Here, here..."

James involuntarily took the newspaper and looked down at it for a while.

Then, he understood.

The bastard who was beaten actually dared to jump out.

He said in the newspaper: Jimmy Lemmon will have a bad influence on British teenagers and is not worthy of being a star at all.

James sneered, and opened his mouth to sarcastically go back.

But thinking of promising everyone not to talk nonsense before, he pursed his lips for a while.

A group of paparazzi reporters all looked at him without blinking, expecting him to say something quickly so that everyone could go back to write news.

Leaning his back against the wall of the hotel, James looked up at them, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Then, he simply put the cigarette in his mouth, with a half-smile on his face, grabbed the newspaper with both hands, and tore it with a snap!

The paparazzi reporters stared blankly at him...

Under the dim light of the hotel, the blond lead singer's eyes were pure at this time, and he couldn't see the tyranny of the fight at all. His fluffy blond hair also faded the facial contours, and he didn't wear it well at all. The royal blue dress that exposed most of his skin , plus these two days because of the outside news, he didn't do anything, and rolled around on the bed with Lance every day, and there was a bit of laziness and satiated sexiness between his brows.

But he still wanted to make trouble, and while smirking mischievously with a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly tore the newspaper into strips, held it up after tearing it up, and smiled triumphantly at people, with sharp teeth and a wanton smile Bright and gorgeous, it is a natural temptation...

James couldn't imagine that this group of people was just making up their minds.

After tearing up the newspaper, he threw it on the ground, as if he had already expressed his attitude and planned to leave.

The group of paparazzi reporters suddenly moved.

They unanimously took out the newspapers they were carrying, and those who didn't have a newspaper also took a magazine directly. They all stretched out their hands graciously, and handed them all to the blonde lead singer, with an attitude of 'here, tear it up as you like'.

James stood there dumbfounded with a cigarette in his mouth.

For the first time, there was a look of almost stunned in his green eyes.

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