walk with jimmy

After this year, James will be 20 years old.

From joining the band at the age of 16; to performing with the band in clubs; then to the first strenuous and spontaneous wandering tour under impulse; then to the national tour after signing; finally, this summer tour, the first few days Years of struggle, followed by two or three years of non-stop performances, performances, performances!

Along the way, outsiders seem to have unlimited scenery.

But the four members of the band were already exhausted.

They are exhausted, they want to take a vacation every day, they don't want to run around in the bus all day; they don't want to stay in any shit hotel, even if it's a five-star hotel; Under the camera, there is no personal space...

But that Christmas show still couldn't be turned down.

Because Abel said: "Many rock bands have received invitations, and everyone will compete together on the same stage at that time. Do you want the Planetary Band to lose this opportunity? Don't you want the Planetary Band to overwhelm the crowd and become the national leader? Recognized as the best rock band?"

Get out, go to your mother's radical method!

James glared at him angrily: "Let's go."

The other three members of the band sighed in unison.

But they didn't mean to object, because it was indeed a rare opportunity, and they would not be reconciled if they didn't go!

Maybe male creatures are so aggressive in their bones.

After signing the performance contract, it's a foregone conclusion.

James had to run to call home again: "Dad, I won't be home for Christmas."

Old John asked on the other end of the phone: "Jimmy, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly."

"Dad, I won't be home for Christmas."

"What? I can't hear you!"

James looked at the phone in confusion, grabbed Abel's female assistant and asked, "Is this phone broken?"

The female assistant was stunned for a moment and replied: "Okay, I used it in the morning."

"Okay, why can't I get through?"

James casually said in annoyance: "Fuck you..."

"Jimmy!!!"

Old John's roar immediately came from the other side of the phone: "Are you fucking short of smoking again? Say dirty words to a nice little girl again, I want you to look good!"

"Sorry, Dad, I didn't do it on purpose." James' restless head instantly sobered up, and he hurriedly let go of the female assistant, gesticulating apologetically.

Then, he went on to talk to his father on the phone: "I was just saying that I won't be going home for Christmas."

Old John: "I can't hear what you said."

James was taken aback, and repeated suspiciously: "I'm not going home for Christmas!"

Old John: "I can't hear what you said."

James: ...fuck!Damn old man playing tricks on me!You heard my swear words clearly just now!

On the other side, Lance also called home.

His mother is still understanding and considerate of her son.

But after Lance finished the call, his eye circles turned red.

He said very sadly: "The person I am most sorry for now is her. I often make her sad."

James didn't know what to say.

He comforted carelessly: "Then you make her stronger? You are not yet 30 years old... Uh, this is just the beginning, and there are still many years to survive in the future."

This consolation is wonderful!

Lance quickly turned his grief into anger.

Afterwards, Baldwin and Theo also made a phone call to the family, notifying the past of the news of 'not going home for Christmas'.

Although I don't know the specific reaction of their family members.

But obviously, neither was very pleasant.

So, the four teenage idols with countless fans, who should be in high spirits, sat on the cold floor of the rehearsal room with sullen faces, some smoking, some in a daze, some drinking alcohol...

According to the normal procedure, they should hurry up and rehearse for the performance at this time.

But they were so depressed that they didn't want to move at all.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Lance held the guitar and plucked the strings of the guitar repeatedly. He would do this every time he was upset.

After drinking a bottle of beer in silence for a long time, James, who drank until he started to feel a little dizzy, suddenly asked, "Wait, what was that passage you just played?"

"what?"

Lance raised his head in surprise, and replied after thinking: "It's just playing nonsense."

James staggered to his feet, threw himself next to him and said, "Play it again."

Lance was taken aback, and bounced again.

After a while, Baldwin, who cooperated most tacitly with him, also joined in unconsciously, holding drumsticks.

boom!

Bang - bang!

Bang-bang-bang!

Drums quickly fill out the slightly thin guitar sound.

Then, Theo seems to have thoughtfully inserted a boom-boom-boom bass to fill in the gaps.

A melody that is somewhat messy but full of rhythm is magically gradually formed in this way.

But at this time, there is only a melody, but no lyrics.

But don't be in a hurry...

The three of them played the melody repeatedly, making corresponding modifications and adjustments.Get rid of the redundant and uncoordinated or redundant parts, and then repeat it over and over again tirelessly, until about seven or eight times...

James held up a beer bottle and shouted hoarsely: "Don't fuckin' Christmas...you can't go home if you have a home!"

The sound of the music paused slightly.

But Lance's lips curled up slightly, his fingers nimbly plucked the strings of the guitar, and the melody sounded again...

—It was no use crying, shouting, complaining.

—Your friends tell you, you have to listen to me!

——Because the rules of the game are like this...

——When you are on the battlefield, you can't turn your head back!You can't turn your head... On the battlefield, you can't turn your head! "

James took out a new cigarette, put it in his mouth, put his hand on Lance's shoulder, and slowly bent down to borrow the fire.

Lance raised his head casually knowingly and tacitly. The two cigarettes touched each other lightly. Under the tiny sparks, the other cigarette was successfully lit.

James stood up again, took a deep breath, and held the cigarette between his fingers...

When the electric guitar released a series of intense riffs, he roared at the top of his voice: "Fuckit!"

Drums, bass, and guitars come and go...

In the rehearsal room, the blond lead singer growled almost hoarsely:

— Another drink!

— not drunk.

— Another drink!

——Heream I.

— Another drink!

——It's so cool.

— Come again, come again!One cup after another, dizzy, drunk like a fool!Hahaha

——You know, when you're on the battlefield, you can't turn your head back!

—Whoa~Whoa~yeah...! !

— Another drink!Fuck him upside down!

——The rules of the game are like this...

——When you are on the battlefield, you can't turn your head back!Can't go back.

Sing it in one go!

James slammed the empty bottle on the ground.

The rehearsal room was silent.

After a long time, Theo came up with a sentence: "Rock and roll is awesome!"

Everyone laughed.

Annoyances are swept away.

This is the first time they have co-authored.

And this kind of tacit understanding is cultivated by the four people who have been together day and night, and after several years of sharing joys and sorrows. It is absolutely impossible for others to achieve or copy the model.

As early as the moment they met, the four people in the band were destined to become the family members with the deepest bond with each other.

They are like brothers, and their destiny is connected. As long as they are still together, they will never be afraid of any challenge.

All in all, this humble song that just came out managed to lift everyone's spirits.

There are so many bad and fucked things in the world, no one can be happy every day, they can only move forward...

But it would be a consolation if there was an extra good song every time something bad happened.

The four members of the Planetary band are all musician-conscious and happy again.

They sat on the floor and drank a beer like they did in the small rented house of Baldwin a few years ago, and put everything in the back of their minds!Resume the previous pace and seriously prepare for the new performance.

Two days later, they arrived at the Christmas show with their equipment.

Hey, there are so many people!

Stuart, who was talking to an afro, saw them at a glance, and ran over with bright eyes: "Jimmy!"

This affectionate tone made James a little uncomfortable, as if he was very familiar: "Uh... hello."

Stuart held James' hand enthusiastically, and shook it vigorously: "It's a pleasure to meet again, my friend."

James is really not used to this type of people, and it is rare to feel a little bit on pins and needles: "Uh, I am also very happy."

"The last letter you sent me..."

Stuart whispered sheepishly, "I tried it, but I don't look good in a dress."

"You, have you tried?"

James' voice changed in shock.

"Yes, you're right. It's useless to just support with words, you should lead by example."

"It's a bit embarrassing when I get a chance to try again, I'm still getting over it," Stewart said cheerfully.

James looked at Lance for help.

However, Lance also seemed too shocked to be of any help.

So, he had no choice but to say slowly, "Actually, you don't need to overcome it. I was joking last time..."

"Jimmy! God, is that you, Jimmy?"

Another voice suddenly sounded from behind, interrupting his conversation with Stuart.

But when James turned his head, he saw a strange man who was wearing colorful striped pants and his hair was also dyed in red, green, and blue stripes. He was waving excitedly at him: "Jimmy, Jimmy!"

"Who the hell are you?" James asked in confusion.

"You, don't you know me?" The man immediately asked in a very sad tone with a look of severe shock on his face.

"Should I know you?" James continued to ask inexplicably.

"I'm Kelvin." The strange man said in a voice that was about to cry.

James took a step back, a little embarrassed.

He hurriedly turned his head to ask Lance in a low voice: "Who is Kelvin? When the fuck did I know such a fool?"

Lance, who was staring at Kelvin, almost laughed out loud, and lost all anger.

He smiled and replied: "I don't know, you don't need to know each other in the future, it has nothing to do with us."