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After Andrew collapsed, things have changed drastically.
Andrew was expelled from the academy for beating his teacher. He completely gave up the drums and started looking for a new direction in life; Andrew's father sued Fletcher to the academy board through his power and connections, and Andrew became an anonymous witness, and finally forced Fletcher was also fired.
Inadvertently, Andrew meets Fletcher in a jazz bar. When discussing the current situation, Fletcher mentioned that he was "expelled". Because it was an anonymous report, Fletcher didn't know who it was. Andrew also pretended not to know, and the two started peacefully for the first time. chat.
Before bidding farewell, Fletcher said that he is now the conductor of a jazz band, which is about to make an opening performance for the jazz festival, in Carnegie Hall——
Carnegie Hall, the top and most lofty Carnegie Hall in the entire industry, the top stage that every musician and artist dreams of. Once on this stage, if the performance is successful, then you will step up to the sky and become a celebrity in the industry, or even create your own artist Career; but the drummer of this band is still a bit close, Fletcher gave Andrew time to consider, hoping that he can join their performance.
The repertoire is "Whip" and "Caravan".
Andrew's heart moved.
So, Andrew found out his drum set again, started practicing the basic skills again, started playing "Whip" and "Caravan" again, and challenged four hundred hits again.
Andrew was nervous when he was actually sitting on the stage in Carnegie Hall. The nightmare seemed to invade again, entangled, and the wounds and calluses on the palms were not enough to make up for the panic in the heart, and the forearms and palms began to tremble uncontrollably. He knew that this was too awkward, but he could not control it. Yourself.
Lifting his gaze, glanced at the "whipped" sheet music, those painful and dark memories surged again, which forced Andrew to take a deep breath, take another deep breath, and forcefully calm himself down. Then, Fletcher came on the stage.
When Fletcher walked to the podium in no hurry, he stopped in front of Andrew.
Andrew's mood was slightly relaxed, and he tried to draw a shallow smile, raised his head to meet Fletcher's gaze, but the stiffness and tightness of the corners of his mouth still revealed the anxiety deep in his heart, and his upper body leaned forward slightly. , I thought Fletcher had any special matters to explain to himself.
"Are you me/stupid/force/?" Fletcher's endless sentence made Andrew slightly startled, and he didn't understand where the sentence came from.
"What?" Andrew's facial expression was slightly stiff, his brows frowned, and asked in confusion.
Fletcher stared at Andrew quietly, his expression didn't have much ups and downs, but his condescending perspective had a majesty, still an unconventional sentence, "I know it's you."
Those eyes were cold and indifferent, and even if there were no waves, they revealed a bloodthirsty brutality, as if they were looking at a corpse. Fletcher's mouth twitched lightly, neither smile nor murderous, but the biting chill was released unreservedly, instantly causing Andrew to fall into the ice cellar.
he knows.
Fletcher knew.
Fletcher knew it was his own whistleblowing that caused him to lose his job. So today? Today is a trap, a sweet trap.
The reason why Carnegie Hall is known as the highest stage in the industry lies in the high-end performances and the professionalism of the audience. Only the top performances can appear here, and only the best musicians can be on the stage. Only the best audience can taste the difference.
Everyone knows that if you dedicate a wonderful performance here, you will become famous in the first world war, and you will officially confirm your position in the industry. From then on, you will embark on a peaceful road and start your career. The glory and praise are unparalleled.
But everyone easily overlooks it. If you mess up a top professional performance here, it will be stinking for thousands of years. Even the most subtle and simple mistakes will pass by, and the audience here will be able to capture them keenly. , And then it will become a label that accompanies musicians throughout their careers.
This is Fletcher's trap.
Because Fletcher was certain and certain: Andrew could not complete the four hundred blows of the "Caravan", and even the shadow of the "whip" might not be able to pass.
So Fletcher sent an invitation: he wants to destroy Andrew's career, completely.
If you screw up the Carnegie Hall performance, it will have no effect on Fletcher who is over half a hundred years old, let alone being expelled from the academy has affected his career; but for Andrew, who is only 19 years old, He can basically say goodbye to the jazz band completely. Even if Fletcher's professional reputation will be further damaged, Fletcher is willing to choose the method of burning the jade and the stone and die with Andrew.
In short, Fletcher wants to destroy Andrew.
"I know it's you." This was the only thing Fletcher said. The eyes that were so cold that there was no temperature fell lightly on Andrew's body, and then all the cruel memories swarmed up.
Watching Fletcher walking toward the front of the stage, Andrew began to tremble uncontrollably. The fear from the depths of his soul made his muscles tense. He raised his head slightly and stared at Fletcher's. That light-headed, that deterrence and oppression that poured down from top to bottom made Andrew almost breathless.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to be able to do the opening performance for the JVC Music Festival. I am Terrance-Fletcher. These are the best musicians in New York and the best in the world. For musicians, we will play some traditional songs, but before that, we will start with a new song by Tim-Simonec called'Upswinging'."
Andrew's whole body was stiff in place, and his restlessness couldn't be calmed down. As Fletcher's words advanced, the feeling of anxiety suddenly solidified, his eyes rounded, and he looked at Fletcher incredulously:
"Shake up? What shake up?"
He received no notice at all.
Then I saw Fletcher turning his head, the arc of his mouth rose again slightly, still not a smile, but a sharp blood with a blood, completely chopped off Andrew's last life-saving straw——
Andrew flipped through his music stand, "Whip" and "Caravan", that's all; then look at the other band members calmly scrolling through the sheet music, everyone has a "swing up", and Andrew immediately Panicked, panicked to the extreme, he didn't even have time to observe Fletcher's expression and manners:
The unhurried, triumphant, and confident posture, like a cat catching a mouse, squeezed the mouse under its paws, but did not rush to end its life, but played it over and over again, because The cat firmly believed that the mouse could no longer escape from his palm.
At this moment, he is in control of his life and death.
But Andrew didn't have time to observe. Those fears, panic and inferiority complex all swarmed up and pinched his throat tightly: escape, escape, escape, this is the only thought in his mind.
Andrew tried to stand up, but his knees were weakening, he staggered back in the back seat for half a step, and almost fell, but he was too late, because Fletcher did not give him a chance at all: the performance began.
The show has started, now it's gone, and the ending is the same. This is a trap without any loopholes.
Andrew forced his scalp to sit down by himself, grabbed the drumsticks with both hands, and looked left and right, but his vision was hollow and blank. He had never heard of this song before—because it was the latest creation. , Let alone practice, and now there is no score, how can he play?
Deep in his eyes was a piece of dead ashes, almost desperate.
But Andrew still forced himself to join the performance, trying to blend in with everyone with some basic drum beats.
However, his drumbeat was like a disaster, completely ruining the performance of all his teammates. It was not the rhythm and melody of a system at all. This made him timid and hesitated, hesitating whether he should continue to beat or simply. Give up, just when he was about to disarm and surrender—
It's time to join the drums.
The cellist standing nearby said depressedly, "Please! Play! Play!"
This is also an important performance opportunity for the other members of the band. Although they have made no mistakes, how many performance opportunities are there at Carnegie Hall? Missed this time, when will we have to wait?
Andrew can only grit his teeth and continue to play~www.novelhall.com~ But... this is a disaster, a total disaster, Andrew's performance and the band's performance are two thoroughly, even amateur audiences can listen to it. Out of it, it doesn't fit into it.
In the end, Fletcher folded his hands and the performance was over, and Andrew's drumbeat, which was not considered amateur level, was still going on. He stopped in a panic, and then dropped his head deeply and deeply. Shame and shame have completely destroyed his last line of defense.
After hesitating for a moment in Carnegie Hall, the fragments of applause sparsely remembered, which was even more humiliating than silence.
Fletcher came to Andrew and whispered, "I guess you just don't have such talent."
Andrew stared straight ahead in a daze, the light in his pupils was crushed little by little, even more embarrassed and worse than despair, staring at the audience directly in front of him in a dazed, horrified and bitter manner, through The creamy halo can only see audiences who are doing their best to suppress their shameful expressions.
In the depths of my eyes, the cold tears spread little by little, as if we could see the process of fading the soul little by little, and finally turned into a dead silence.
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After Andrew collapsed, things have changed drastically.
Andrew was expelled from the academy for beating his teacher. He completely gave up the drums and started looking for a new direction in life; Andrew's father sued Fletcher to the academy board through his power and connections, and Andrew became an anonymous witness, and finally forced Fletcher was also fired.
Inadvertently, Andrew meets Fletcher in a jazz bar. When discussing the current situation, Fletcher mentioned that he was "expelled". Because it was an anonymous report, Fletcher didn't know who it was. Andrew also pretended not to know, and the two started peacefully for the first time. chat.
Before bidding farewell, Fletcher said that he is now the conductor of a jazz band, which is about to make an opening performance for the jazz festival, in Carnegie Hall——
Carnegie Hall, the top and most lofty Carnegie Hall in the entire industry, the top stage that every musician and artist dreams of. Once on this stage, if the performance is successful, then you will step up to the sky and become a celebrity in the industry, or even create your own artist Career; but the drummer of this band is still a bit close, Fletcher gave Andrew time to consider, hoping that he can join their performance.
The repertoire is "Whip" and "Caravan".
Andrew's heart moved.
So, Andrew found out his drum set again, started practicing the basic skills again, started playing "Whip" and "Caravan" again, and challenged four hundred hits again.
Andrew was nervous when he was actually sitting on the stage in Carnegie Hall. The nightmare seemed to invade again, entangled, and the wounds and calluses on the palms were not enough to make up for the panic in the heart, and the forearms and palms began to tremble uncontrollably. He knew that this was too awkward, but he could not control it. Yourself.
Lifting his gaze, glanced at the "whipped" sheet music, those painful and dark memories surged again, which forced Andrew to take a deep breath, take another deep breath, and forcefully calm himself down. Then, Fletcher came on the stage.
When Fletcher walked to the podium in no hurry, he stopped in front of Andrew.
Andrew's mood was slightly relaxed, and he tried to draw a shallow smile, raised his head to meet Fletcher's gaze, but the stiffness and tightness of the corners of his mouth still revealed the anxiety deep in his heart, and his upper body leaned forward slightly. , I thought Fletcher had any special matters to explain to himself.
"Are you me/stupid/force/?" Fletcher's endless sentence made Andrew slightly startled, and he didn't understand where the sentence came from.
"What?" Andrew's facial expression was slightly stiff, his brows frowned, and asked in confusion.
Fletcher stared at Andrew quietly, his expression didn't have much ups and downs, but his condescending perspective had a majesty, still an unconventional sentence, "I know it's you."
Those eyes were cold and indifferent, and even if there were no waves, they revealed a bloodthirsty brutality, as if they were looking at a corpse. Fletcher's mouth twitched lightly, neither smile nor murderous, but the biting chill was released unreservedly, instantly causing Andrew to fall into the ice cellar.
he knows.
Fletcher knew.
Fletcher knew it was his own whistleblowing that caused him to lose his job. So today? Today is a trap, a sweet trap.
The reason why Carnegie Hall is known as the highest stage in the industry lies in the high-end performances and the professionalism of the audience. Only the top performances can appear here, and only the best musicians can be on the stage. Only the best audience can taste the difference.
Everyone knows that if you dedicate a wonderful performance here, you will become famous in the first world war, and you will officially confirm your position in the industry. From then on, you will embark on a peaceful road and start your career. The glory and praise are unparalleled.
But everyone easily overlooks it. If you mess up a top professional performance here, it will be stinking for thousands of years. Even the most subtle and simple mistakes will pass by, and the audience here will be able to capture them keenly. , And then it will become a label that accompanies musicians throughout their careers.
This is Fletcher's trap.
Because Fletcher was certain and certain: Andrew could not complete the four hundred blows of the "Caravan", and even the shadow of the "whip" might not be able to pass.
So Fletcher sent an invitation: he wants to destroy Andrew's career, completely.
If you screw up the Carnegie Hall performance, it will have no effect on Fletcher who is over half a hundred years old, let alone being expelled from the academy has affected his career; but for Andrew, who is only 19 years old, He can basically say goodbye to the jazz band completely. Even if Fletcher's professional reputation will be further damaged, Fletcher is willing to choose the method of burning the jade and the stone and die with Andrew.
In short, Fletcher wants to destroy Andrew.
"I know it's you." This was the only thing Fletcher said. The eyes that were so cold that there was no temperature fell lightly on Andrew's body, and then all the cruel memories swarmed up.
Watching Fletcher walking toward the front of the stage, Andrew began to tremble uncontrollably. The fear from the depths of his soul made his muscles tense. He raised his head slightly and stared at Fletcher's. That light-headed, that deterrence and oppression that poured down from top to bottom made Andrew almost breathless.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to be able to do the opening performance for the JVC Music Festival. I am Terrance-Fletcher. These are the best musicians in New York and the best in the world. For musicians, we will play some traditional songs, but before that, we will start with a new song by Tim-Simonec called'Upswinging'."
Andrew's whole body was stiff in place, and his restlessness couldn't be calmed down. As Fletcher's words advanced, the feeling of anxiety suddenly solidified, his eyes rounded, and he looked at Fletcher incredulously:
"Shake up? What shake up?"
He received no notice at all.
Then I saw Fletcher turning his head, the arc of his mouth rose again slightly, still not a smile, but a sharp blood with a blood, completely chopped off Andrew's last life-saving straw——
Andrew flipped through his music stand, "Whip" and "Caravan", that's all; then look at the other band members calmly scrolling through the sheet music, everyone has a "swing up", and Andrew immediately Panicked, panicked to the extreme, he didn't even have time to observe Fletcher's expression and manners:
The unhurried, triumphant, and confident posture, like a cat catching a mouse, squeezed the mouse under its paws, but did not rush to end its life, but played it over and over again, because The cat firmly believed that the mouse could no longer escape from his palm.
At this moment, he is in control of his life and death.
But Andrew didn't have time to observe. Those fears, panic and inferiority complex all swarmed up and pinched his throat tightly: escape, escape, escape, this is the only thought in his mind.
Andrew tried to stand up, but his knees were weakening, he staggered back in the back seat for half a step, and almost fell, but he was too late, because Fletcher did not give him a chance at all: the performance began.
The show has started, now it's gone, and the ending is the same. This is a trap without any loopholes.
Andrew forced his scalp to sit down by himself, grabbed the drumsticks with both hands, and looked left and right, but his vision was hollow and blank. He had never heard of this song before—because it was the latest creation. , Let alone practice, and now there is no score, how can he play?
Deep in his eyes was a piece of dead ashes, almost desperate.
But Andrew still forced himself to join the performance, trying to blend in with everyone with some basic drum beats.
However, his drumbeat was like a disaster, completely ruining the performance of all his teammates. It was not the rhythm and melody of a system at all. This made him timid and hesitated, hesitating whether he should continue to beat or simply. Give up, just when he was about to disarm and surrender—
It's time to join the drums.
The cellist standing nearby said depressedly, "Please! Play! Play!"
This is also an important performance opportunity for the other members of the band. Although they have made no mistakes, how many performance opportunities are there at Carnegie Hall? Missed this time, when will we have to wait?
Andrew can only grit his teeth and continue to play~www.novelhall.com~ But... this is a disaster, a total disaster, Andrew's performance and the band's performance are two thoroughly, even amateur audiences can listen to it. Out of it, it doesn't fit into it.
In the end, Fletcher folded his hands and the performance was over, and Andrew's drumbeat, which was not considered amateur level, was still going on. He stopped in a panic, and then dropped his head deeply and deeply. Shame and shame have completely destroyed his last line of defense.
After hesitating for a moment in Carnegie Hall, the fragments of applause sparsely remembered, which was even more humiliating than silence.
Fletcher came to Andrew and whispered, "I guess you just don't have such talent."
Andrew stared straight ahead in a daze, the light in his pupils was crushed little by little, even more embarrassed and worse than despair, staring at the audience directly in front of him in a dazed, horrified and bitter manner, through The creamy halo can only see audiences who are doing their best to suppress their shameful expressions.
In the depths of my eyes, the cold tears spread little by little, as if we could see the process of fading the soul little by little, and finally turned into a dead silence.
After Andrew collapsed, things have changed drastically.Andrew was expelled from the academy for beating his teacher. He completely gave up the drums and started looking for a new direction in life; Andrew's father sued Fletcher to the academy board through his power and connections, and Andrew became an anonymous witness, and finally forced Fletcher was also fired.Inadvertently, Andrew meets Fletcher in a jazz bar. When discussing the current situation, Fletcher mentioned that he was "expelled". Because it was an anonymous report, Fletcher didn't know who it was. Andrew also pretended not to know, and the two started peacefully for the first time. chat.Before bidding farewell, Fletcher said that he is now the conductor of a jazz band, which is about to make an opening performance for the jazz festival, in Carnegie HallCarnegie Hall, the top and most lofty Carnegie Hall in the entire industry, the top stage that every musician and artist dreams of. Once on this stage, if the performance is successful, then you will step up to the sky and become a celebrity in the industry, or even create your own artist Career; but the drummer of this band is still a bit close, Fletcher gave Andrew time to consider, hoping that he can join their performance.The repertoire is "Whip" and "Caravan".Andrew's heart moved.So, Andrew found out his drum set again, started practicing the basic skills again, started playing "Whip" and "Caravan" again, and challenged four hundred hits again.Andrew was nervous when he was actually sitting on the stage in Carnegie Hall. The nightmare seemed to invade again, entangled, and the wounds and calluses on the palms were not enough to make up for the panic in the heart, and the forearms and palms began to tremble uncontrollably. He knew that this was too awkward, but he could not control it. Yourself.Lifting his gaze, glanced at the "whipped" sheet music, those painful and dark memories surged again, which forced Andrew to take a deep breath, take another deep breath, and forcefully calm himself down. Then, Fletcher came on the stage.When Fletcher walked to the podium in no hurry, he stopped in front of Andrew.Andrew's mood was slightly relaxed, and he tried to draw a shallow smile, raised his head to meet Fletcher's gaze, but the stiffness and tightness of the corners of his mouth still revealed the anxiety deep in his heart, and his upper body leaned forward slightly. , I thought Fletcher had any special matters to explain to himself."Are you me/stupid/force/?" Fletcher's endless sentence made Andrew slightly startled, and he didn't understand where the sentence came from."What?" Andrew's facial expression was slightly stiff, his brows frowned, and asked in confusion.Fletcher stared at Andrew quietly, his expression didn't have much ups and downs, but his condescending perspective had a majesty, still an unconventional sentence, "I know it's you."Those eyes were cold and indifferent, and even if there were no waves, they revealed a bloodthirsty brutality, as if they were looking at a corpse. Fletcher's mouth twitched lightly, neither smile nor murderous, but the biting chill was released unreservedly, instantly causing Andrew to fall into the ice cellar.he knows.Fletcher knew.Fletcher knew it was his own whistleblowing that caused him to lose his job. So today? Today is a trap, a sweet trap.The reason why Carnegie Hall is known as the highest stage in the industry lies in the high-end performances and the professionalism of the audience. Only the top performances can appear here, and only the best musicians can be on the stage. Only the best audience can taste the difference.Everyone knows that if you dedicate a wonderful performance here, you will become famous in the first world war, and you will officially confirm your position in the industry. From then on, you will embark on a peaceful road and start your career. The glory and praise are unparalleled.But everyone easily overlooks it. If you mess up a top professional performance here, it will be stinking for thousands of years. Even the most subtle and simple mistakes will pass by, and the audience here will be able to capture them keenly. , And then it will become a label that accompanies musicians throughout their careers.This is Fletcher's trap.Because Fletcher was certain and certain: Andrew could not complete the four hundred blows of the "Caravan", and even the shadow of the "whip" might not be able to pass.So Fletcher sent an invitation: he wants to destroy Andrew's career, completely.If you screw up the Carnegie Hall performance, it will have no effect on Fletcher who is over half a hundred years old, let alone being expelled from the academy has affected his career; but for Andrew, who is only 19 years old, He can basically say goodbye to the jazz band completely. Even if Fletcher's professional reputation will be further damaged, Fletcher is willing to choose the method of burning the jade and the stone and die with Andrew.In short, Fletcher wants to destroy Andrew."I know it's you." This was the only thing Fletcher said. The eyes that were so cold that there was no temperature fell lightly on Andrew's body, and then all the cruel memories swarmed up.Watching Fletcher walking toward the front of the stage, Andrew began to tremble uncontrollably. The fear from the depths of his soul made his muscles tense. He raised his head slightly and stared at Fletcher's. That light-headed, that deterrence and oppression that poured down from top to bottom made Andrew almost breathless."Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to be able to do the opening performance for the JVC Music Festival. I am Terrance-Fletcher. These are the best musicians in New York and the best in the world. For musicians, we will play some traditional songs, but before that, we will start with a new song by Tim-Simonec called'Upswinging'."Andrew's whole body was stiff in place, and his restlessness couldn't be calmed down. As Fletcher's words advanced, the feeling of anxiety suddenly solidified, his eyes rounded, and he looked at Fletcher incredulously:"Shake up? What shake up?"He received no notice at all.Then I saw Fletcher turning his head, the arc of his mouth rose again slightly, still not a smile, but a sharp blood with a blood, completely chopped off Andrew's last life-saving strawAndrew flipped through his music stand, "Whip" and "Caravan", that's all; then look at the other band members calmly scrolling through the sheet music, everyone has a "swing up", and Andrew immediately Panicked, panicked to the extreme, he didn't even have time to observe Fletcher's expression and manners:The unhurried, triumphant, and confident posture, like a cat catching a mouse, squeezed the mouse under its paws, but did not rush to end its life, but played it over and over again, because The cat firmly believed that the mouse could no longer escape from his palm.At this moment, he is in control of his life and death.But Andrew didn't have time to observe. Those fears, panic and inferiority complex all swarmed up and pinched his throat tightly: escape, escape, escape, this is the only thought in his mind.Andrew tried to stand up, but his knees were weakening, he staggered back in the back seat for half a step, and almost fell, but he was too late, because Fletcher did not give him a chance at all: the performance began.The show has started, now it's gone, and the ending is the same. This is a trap without any loopholes.Andrew forced his scalp to sit down by himself, grabbed the drumsticks with both hands, and looked left and right, but his vision was hollow and blank. He had never heard of this song beforebecause it was the latest creation. , Let alone practice, and now there is no score, how can he play?Deep in his eyes was a piece of dead ashes, almost desperate.But Andrew still forced himself to join the performance, trying to blend in with everyone with some basic drum beats.However, his drumbeat was like a disaster, completely ruining the performance of all his teammates. It was not the rhythm and melody of a system at all. This made him timid and hesitated, hesitating whether he should continue to beat or simply. Give up, just when he was about to disarm and surrenderIt's time to join the drums.The cellist standing nearby said depressedly, "Please! Play! Play!"This is also an important performance opportunity for the other members of the band. Although they have made no mistakes, how many performance opportunities are there at Carnegie Hall? Missed this time, when will we have to wait?Andrew can only grit his teeth and continue to play~www.novelhall.com~ But... this is a disaster, a total disaster, Andrew's performance and the band's performance are two thoroughly, even amateur audiences can listen to it. Out of it, it doesn't fit into it.In the end, Fletcher folded his hands and the performance was over, and Andrew's drumbeat, which was not considered amateur level, was still going on. He stopped in a panic, and then dropped his head deeply and deeply. Shame and shame have completely destroyed his last line of defense.After hesitating for a moment in Carnegie Hall, the fragments of applause sparsely remembered, which was even more humiliating than silence.Fletcher came to Andrew and whispered, "I guess you just don't have such talent."Andrew stared straight ahead in a daze, the light in his pupils was crushed little by little, even more embarrassed and worse than despair, staring at the audience directly in front of him in a dazed, horrified and bitter manner, through The creamy halo can only see audiences who are doing their best to suppress their shameful expressions.In the depths of my eyes, the cold tears spread little by little, as if we could see the process of fading the soul little by little, and finally turned into a dead silence.
