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Andrew lost his position as the chief drummer, and before he even warmed up, Ryan swaggered in. Then with a better performance, he squeezed out Andrew and became the first drummer of the music room band, even though Andrew was emotionally out of control. Fletcher tried his best to fight, but to no avail.
First, the family’s estrangement, and then the loss of the chief, the precariousness of dreams and the loneliness made Andrew feel a deep sense of crisis. He realized that he had been too complacent lately and apparently slackened, but Ryan was catching up—and He has no proud capital at all.
So Andrew and Nicole broke up. But the way of breaking up is very hurtful, because he thinks that Nicole's existence will not make him great, so he can no longer "accommodate" Nicole, cruel, cold, bloody, self, arrogant, ruthless, indifferent, Andrew calmly Saying goodbye to Nicole in a decisive way, it can even be said to "abandon" Nicole.
The audience once again fell into a kind of psychological discomfort. The burning sensation brought by the bottom line of moral conscience began to burn in the stomach. Such Andrew is really unlikable, but this feeling quickly turned into surprise and consternation. , Because Andrew is not only cruel to others, he is more cruel to himself.
In order to regain the position of chief, Andrew started retreat training, prepared ice cubes in advance, and then began to practice the double swing technique, and challenged the super difficult four hundred hits in the "Caravan". The audience watched like this Little by little, Andrew went into a demon, and continued to torture himself. Even if the ice was completely red with blood, he still devoted himself to training.
That kind of madness and perseverance, that kind of paranoia and fierceness, made the audience numb.
And this is not all.
During the next training session, Fletcher played a piece of jazz and told a story about his disciple.
A boy who didn’t even know the scales, a boy who almost couldn’t get into Shelford College, but Fletcher eventually recruited him into the music room band; in his junior year, the boy had become a Lincoln Center member. The number three musician, a year later, he became the chief. Unfortunately, he passed away yesterday because of a car accident.
His name is Sean Casey.
Rarely, Fletcher leaked his fragility and helplessness, sitting in front of all the band members, quietly telling the story, the love was deep, and tears fell.
But the whole rehearsal room was still silent.
Fletcher quickly returned to normal and went back to rehearsal, but apparently, his mind was still a little confused-Ryan Connery, now the lead drummer, had just played the first four beats. Letcher stopped practicing and shook his head again and again, not satisfied with the current rhythm.
"It's better to try Neiman." Fletcher said.
Andrew, who was sitting calmly next to him holding his arms, couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth. Although he calmed down immediately, he still exposed his inner pride and joy.
Now, the three drummers Andrew Neiman, Ryan Connery, and Carl Turner are your life-and-death competitors, and the invisible **** feeling is spreading little by little.
And Fletcher is encouraging this, the weak eat the strong, the fittest survive, the survival of the fittest, and the jazz band’s practice room fully demonstrates the primitiveness and cruelty of nature's principles.
"Maybe it's time for Neiman to win back the chief." Fletcher said, but after just a four beats, Fletcher interrupted the performance again, "No, I guess it's fine. Turner!" After four beats, Fletcher kicked over his music stand emotionally. "Grass/You/Mom/!" The whole person stood up angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Connery gives I roll over to the drum kit!"
Fletcher lowered his voice and said word by word, "Today the three of you/mother/cannon can't make a rhythm, we don't want to go home!" The light and simple words turned that kind of ruthlessness. Li and irritability were fully displayed, "One, two, let's go!" Before even four beats, Fletcher cut off the performance, "It looks like we are going all night. Neiman!"
It was another four beats. Fletcher screamed at Andrew with glaring eyes and grimace, "It's not my **** rhythm!"
Take a deep breath!
Fletcher made a deep breath, calming himself down, and turned his head to look at the other members of the band.
"Sorry, everyone. I hate making everyone go through all this. If you want to go to the tub or drink coffee or something, now is the best time, because before these drummers can beat his/mother's accurate rhythm, everyone is him/ Mom/land is not allowed to go home! I am here to apologize to all the musicians. I'm serious. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour."
Then Fletcher turned and looked at the three drummers, "Did you hear? Dogs/cubs/children." His eyes became cruel and cruel, "You better beat me as soon as possible. Four hundred blows! Connelly! Get ahead of the drum kit right away!"
torment!
The next step is suffering, which is true for the three drummers on the big screen, and the same is true for the audience outside the big screen.
Andrew can't, turn in Turner; Turner can't, Connery's go; Connery's can't, Andrew's go up.
There is an endless loop between the three drummers, and everyone is competing against themselves, against opponents, against Fletcher, and against the drums.
The physical torture has gradually manifested. Everyone is sweating profusely, as if they are in a sauna. The sweat is completely motivated by the clothes, even the hair can drip out, and the overdraft of the physical strength makes the muscles start to become rigid; To make matters worse, the tiger's mouth and wrists began to wear and tear, the dark red blood dyed the drumsticks red, and the pain like embroidery needles began to slowly penetrate.
The physical torture is making the consciousness blurry, but compared to the mental shock, it seems to be less terrible. The worst is that the physical pain is challenging the nerves, while the mental collision is repeated. Re-crush the last remaining trace of reason. The torture caused by the double blow is shattering the three drummers.
Even if the other musicians are moldy in the practice room idly, they can vaguely hear those anger, the sultry and tense emotions begin to spread slowly, making them feel like sitting on pins and needles; not to mention it is. How about the three drummers who are experiencing it all in the practice room?
They were bathed in Fletcher's cursing and humiliation at this time. It was not a simple "damn" or "damn", but a real personal attack! What kind/ethnicity/discrimination/discrimination, what personality/insult/humiliation, what family and friends, what political correctness, completely lost the shackles of the bottom line and borders, Fletcher brought spiritual torture that he could not bear even if he could not imagine. Like the hands of a pair of giants, tearing their souls bit by bit.
The whole theater scene was caught in tension. The dull and hot suffocation penetrated the shackles of the big screen, making everyone present empathize with each other. Every second of watching the movie became a torment, truly It made people restless, the urge to flee from the wasteland began to surge in my mind, the burning heat in the stomach continued to roll, and every cell of the body was screaming and screaming.
The psychological and physical discomfort reached its peak at this moment.
Then the audience watched Andrew, who was in madness, hot sweat dripping from his hair, and the devil seemed to be flaring his teeth and claws in his light brown pupils; his pale cheeks without a trace of blood revealed a loss The sense of collapse of the soul is as if standing on the edge of a cliff precariously, and then the devil hiding in the depths of his eyes seems to be able to break free at any time, tear this leather bag, and break out of the earth.
The feeling of shock and fear intertwined is truly chilling.
"The devil... the devil!"
This is the only thought in the audience's mind now.
Even Fletcher screamed in his ears, even Fletcher kept hitting the instrument to break the rhythm, even if Fletcher lifted the snare drum directly and threw it away... Andrew still did not stop hitting, and then you can watch When the dark red blood could no longer be controlled, it flowed from the wound of the tiger's mouth, slid down the drumsticks, and spilt on the drum surface, blooming red and red like plum blossoms.
Someone in the projection hall finally couldn't bear it, and retched fiercely again, but the most frightening thing was that even the sound of retching was firmly covered in the palm of his hand, lest his little sound might become a phoenix. The object of Letcher's anger can also become the object of the devil in Andrew's heart.
The boundary between illusion and reality becomes unimportant at this moment.
Finally, Andrew won the chief position, and the time has already pointed to two o'clock in the morning. The whole competition lasted for nearly five hours. In a trance, it was the late night of the devil dancing~www.novelhall.com ~ But the band continued to practice. When they left the practice room, all the band members were in a trance. This was especially true after the three drummers were physically exhausted, but... the competition will be held at 5 o'clock this afternoon. Letcher repeatedly emphasized that everyone must leave themselves at least two hours, and never be late!
But Murphy's law is like this. The things you fear most often become reality.
Andrew was not late. Despite his lack of energy, he caught up with the bus in time, but the bus’s flat tire was an unexpected accident. In a panic, Andrew had to get off the bus, but stopped at an unknown Locally, he couldn't even find a taxi on the street here, so he could only choose to rent a car temporarily and rush to the game site.
Nevertheless, Andrew was still late.
Fletcher decided to hand over the position of chief to Ryan Connery, which caused Andrew’s emotions to explode completely. The nerve that was so tense seemed to break at any time, even in the face of Frye. Toru, Andrew also hurried swear words directly and stepped forward to fight for his rights:
This him/mother/is my chief position!
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Andrew lost his position as the chief drummer, and before he even warmed up, Ryan swaggered in. Then with a better performance, he squeezed out Andrew and became the first drummer of the music room band, even though Andrew was emotionally out of control. Fletcher tried his best to fight, but to no avail.
First, the family’s estrangement, and then the loss of the chief, the precariousness of dreams and the loneliness made Andrew feel a deep sense of crisis. He realized that he had been too complacent lately and apparently slackened, but Ryan was catching up—and He has no proud capital at all.
So Andrew and Nicole broke up. But the way of breaking up is very hurtful, because he thinks that Nicole's existence will not make him great, so he can no longer "accommodate" Nicole, cruel, cold, bloody, self, arrogant, ruthless, indifferent, Andrew calmly Saying goodbye to Nicole in a decisive way, it can even be said to "abandon" Nicole.
The audience once again fell into a kind of psychological discomfort. The burning sensation brought by the bottom line of moral conscience began to burn in the stomach. Such Andrew is really unlikable, but this feeling quickly turned into surprise and consternation. , Because Andrew is not only cruel to others, he is more cruel to himself.
In order to regain the position of chief, Andrew started retreat training, prepared ice cubes in advance, and then began to practice the double swing technique, and challenged the super difficult four hundred hits in the "Caravan". The audience watched like this Little by little, Andrew went into a demon, and continued to torture himself. Even if the ice was completely red with blood, he still devoted himself to training.
That kind of madness and perseverance, that kind of paranoia and fierceness, made the audience numb.
And this is not all.
During the next training session, Fletcher played a piece of jazz and told a story about his disciple.
A boy who didn’t even know the scales, a boy who almost couldn’t get into Shelford College, but Fletcher eventually recruited him into the music room band; in his junior year, the boy had become a Lincoln Center member. The number three musician, a year later, he became the chief. Unfortunately, he passed away yesterday because of a car accident.
His name is Sean Casey.
Rarely, Fletcher leaked his fragility and helplessness, sitting in front of all the band members, quietly telling the story, the love was deep, and tears fell.
But the whole rehearsal room was still silent.
Fletcher quickly returned to normal and went back to rehearsal, but apparently, his mind was still a little confused-Ryan Connery, now the lead drummer, had just played the first four beats. Letcher stopped practicing and shook his head again and again, not satisfied with the current rhythm.
"It's better to try Neiman." Fletcher said.
Andrew, who was sitting calmly next to him holding his arms, couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth. Although he calmed down immediately, he still exposed his inner pride and joy.
Now, the three drummers Andrew Neiman, Ryan Connery, and Carl Turner are your life-and-death competitors, and the invisible **** feeling is spreading little by little.
And Fletcher is encouraging this, the weak eat the strong, the fittest survive, the survival of the fittest, and the jazz band’s practice room fully demonstrates the primitiveness and cruelty of nature's principles.
"Maybe it's time for Neiman to win back the chief." Fletcher said, but after just a four beats, Fletcher interrupted the performance again, "No, I guess it's fine. Turner!" After four beats, Fletcher kicked over his music stand emotionally. "Grass/You/Mom/!" The whole person stood up angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Connery gives I roll over to the drum kit!"
Fletcher lowered his voice and said word by word, "Today the three of you/mother/cannon can't make a rhythm, we don't want to go home!" The light and simple words turned that kind of ruthlessness. Li and irritability were fully displayed, "One, two, let's go!" Before even four beats, Fletcher cut off the performance, "It looks like we are going all night. Neiman!"
It was another four beats. Fletcher screamed at Andrew with glaring eyes and grimace, "It's not my **** rhythm!"
Take a deep breath!
Fletcher made a deep breath, calming himself down, and turned his head to look at the other members of the band.
"Sorry, everyone. I hate making everyone go through all this. If you want to go to the tub or drink coffee or something, now is the best time, because before these drummers can beat his/mother's accurate rhythm, everyone is him/ Mom/land is not allowed to go home! I am here to apologize to all the musicians. I'm serious. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour."
Then Fletcher turned and looked at the three drummers, "Did you hear? Dogs/cubs/children." His eyes became cruel and cruel, "You better beat me as soon as possible. Four hundred blows! Connelly! Get ahead of the drum kit right away!"
torment!
The next step is suffering, which is true for the three drummers on the big screen, and the same is true for the audience outside the big screen.
Andrew can't, turn in Turner; Turner can't, Connery's go; Connery's can't, Andrew's go up.
There is an endless loop between the three drummers, and everyone is competing against themselves, against opponents, against Fletcher, and against the drums.
The physical torture has gradually manifested. Everyone is sweating profusely, as if they are in a sauna. The sweat is completely motivated by the clothes, even the hair can drip out, and the overdraft of the physical strength makes the muscles start to become rigid; To make matters worse, the tiger's mouth and wrists began to wear and tear, the dark red blood dyed the drumsticks red, and the pain like embroidery needles began to slowly penetrate.
The physical torture is making the consciousness blurry, but compared to the mental shock, it seems to be less terrible. The worst is that the physical pain is challenging the nerves, while the mental collision is repeated. Re-crush the last remaining trace of reason. The torture caused by the double blow is shattering the three drummers.
Even if the other musicians are moldy in the practice room idly, they can vaguely hear those anger, the sultry and tense emotions begin to spread slowly, making them feel like sitting on pins and needles; not to mention it is. How about the three drummers who are experiencing it all in the practice room?
They were bathed in Fletcher's cursing and humiliation at this time. It was not a simple "damn" or "damn", but a real personal attack! What kind/ethnicity/discrimination/discrimination, what personality/insult/humiliation, what family and friends, what political correctness, completely lost the shackles of the bottom line and borders, Fletcher brought spiritual torture that he could not bear even if he could not imagine. Like the hands of a pair of giants, tearing their souls bit by bit.
The whole theater scene was caught in tension. The dull and hot suffocation penetrated the shackles of the big screen, making everyone present empathize with each other. Every second of watching the movie became a torment, truly It made people restless, the urge to flee from the wasteland began to surge in my mind, the burning heat in the stomach continued to roll, and every cell of the body was screaming and screaming.
The psychological and physical discomfort reached its peak at this moment.
Then the audience watched Andrew, who was in madness, hot sweat dripping from his hair, and the devil seemed to be flaring his teeth and claws in his light brown pupils; his pale cheeks without a trace of blood revealed a loss The sense of collapse of the soul is as if standing on the edge of a cliff precariously, and then the devil hiding in the depths of his eyes seems to be able to break free at any time, tear this leather bag, and break out of the earth.
The feeling of shock and fear intertwined is truly chilling.
"The devil... the devil!"
This is the only thought in the audience's mind now.
Even Fletcher screamed in his ears, even Fletcher kept hitting the instrument to break the rhythm, even if Fletcher lifted the snare drum directly and threw it away... Andrew still did not stop hitting, and then you can watch When the dark red blood could no longer be controlled, it flowed from the wound of the tiger's mouth, slid down the drumsticks, and spilt on the drum surface, blooming red and red like plum blossoms.
Someone in the projection hall finally couldn't bear it, and retched fiercely again, but the most frightening thing was that even the sound of retching was firmly covered in the palm of his hand, lest his little sound might become a phoenix. The object of Letcher's anger can also become the object of the devil in Andrew's heart.
The boundary between illusion and reality becomes unimportant at this moment.
Finally, Andrew won the chief position, and the time has already pointed to two o'clock in the morning. The whole competition lasted for nearly five hours. In a trance, it was the late night of the devil dancing~www.novelhall.com ~ But the band continued to practice. When they left the practice room, all the band members were in a trance. This was especially true after the three drummers were physically exhausted, but... the competition will be held at 5 o'clock this afternoon. Letcher repeatedly emphasized that everyone must leave themselves at least two hours, and never be late!
But Murphy's law is like this. The things you fear most often become reality.
Andrew was not late. Despite his lack of energy, he caught up with the bus in time, but the bus’s flat tire was an unexpected accident. In a panic, Andrew had to get off the bus, but stopped at an unknown Locally, he couldn't even find a taxi on the street here, so he could only choose to rent a car temporarily and rush to the game site.
Nevertheless, Andrew was still late.
Fletcher decided to hand over the position of chief to Ryan Connery, which caused Andrew’s emotions to explode completely. The nerve that was so tense seemed to break at any time, even in the face of Frye. Toru, Andrew also hurried swear words directly and stepped forward to fight for his rights:
This him/mother/is my chief position!
Andrew lost his position as the chief drummer, and before he even warmed up, Ryan swaggered in. Then with a better performance, he squeezed out Andrew and became the first drummer of the music room band, even though Andrew was emotionally out of control. Fletcher tried his best to fight, but to no avail.First, the family's estrangement, and then the loss of the chief, the precariousness of dreams and the loneliness made Andrew feel a deep sense of crisis. He realized that he had been too complacent lately and apparently slackened, but Ryan was catching upand He has no proud capital at all.So Andrew and Nicole broke up. But the way of breaking up is very hurtful, because he thinks that Nicole's existence will not make him great, so he can no longer "accommodate" Nicole, cruel, cold, bloody, self, arrogant, ruthless, indifferent, Andrew calmly Saying goodbye to Nicole in a decisive way, it can even be said to "abandon" Nicole.The audience once again fell into a kind of psychological discomfort. The burning sensation brought by the bottom line of moral conscience began to burn in the stomach. Such Andrew is really unlikable, but this feeling quickly turned into surprise and consternation. , Because Andrew is not only cruel to others, he is more cruel to himself.In order to regain the position of chief, Andrew started retreat training, prepared ice cubes in advance, and then began to practice the double swing technique, and challenged the super difficult four hundred hits in the "Caravan". The audience watched like this Little by little, Andrew went into a demon, and continued to torture himself. Even if the ice was completely red with blood, he still devoted himself to training.That kind of madness and perseverance, that kind of paranoia and fierceness, made the audience numb.And this is not all.During the next training session, Fletcher played a piece of jazz and told a story about his disciple.A boy who didn't even know the scales, a boy who almost couldn't get into Shelford College, but Fletcher eventually recruited him into the music room band; in his junior year, the boy had become a Lincoln Center member. The number three musician, a year later, he became the chief. Unfortunately, he passed away yesterday because of a car accident.His name is Sean Casey.Rarely, Fletcher leaked his fragility and helplessness, sitting in front of all the band members, quietly telling the story, the love was deep, and tears fell.But the whole rehearsal room was still silent.Fletcher quickly returned to normal and went back to rehearsal, but apparently, his mind was still a little confused-Ryan Connery, now the lead drummer, had just played the first four beats. Letcher stopped practicing and shook his head again and again, not satisfied with the current rhythm."It's better to try Neiman." Fletcher said.Andrew, who was sitting calmly next to him holding his arms, couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth. Although he calmed down immediately, he still exposed his inner pride and joy.Now, the three drummers Andrew Neiman, Ryan Connery, and Carl Turner are your life-and-death competitors, and the invisible **** feeling is spreading little by little.And Fletcher is encouraging this, the weak eat the strong, the fittest survive, the survival of the fittest, and the jazz band's practice room fully demonstrates the primitiveness and cruelty of nature's principles."Maybe it's time for Neiman to win back the chief." Fletcher said, but after just a four beats, Fletcher interrupted the performance again, "No, I guess it's fine. Turner!" After four beats, Fletcher kicked over his music stand emotionally. "Grass/You/Mom/!" The whole person stood up angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Connery gives I roll over to the drum kit!"Fletcher lowered his voice and said word by word, "Today the three of you/mother/cannon can't make a rhythm, we don't want to go home!" The light and simple words turned that kind of ruthlessness. Li and irritability were fully displayed, "One, two, let's go!" Before even four beats, Fletcher cut off the performance, "It looks like we are going all night. Neiman!"It was another four beats. Fletcher screamed at Andrew with glaring eyes and grimace, "It's not my **** rhythm!"Take a deep breath!Fletcher made a deep breath, calming himself down, and turned his head to look at the other members of the band."Sorry, everyone. I hate making everyone go through all this. If you want to go to the tub or drink coffee or something, now is the best time, because before these drummers can beat his/mother's accurate rhythm, everyone is him/ Mom/land is not allowed to go home! I am here to apologize to all the musicians. I'm serious. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour."Then Fletcher turned and looked at the three drummers, "Did you hear? Dogs/cubs/children." His eyes became cruel and cruel, "You better beat me as soon as possible. Four hundred blows! Connelly! Get ahead of the drum kit right away!"torment!The next step is suffering, which is true for the three drummers on the big screen, and the same is true for the audience outside the big screen.Andrew can't, turn in Turner; Turner can't, Connery's go; Connery's can't, Andrew's go up.There is an endless loop between the three drummers, and everyone is competing against themselves, against opponents, against Fletcher, and against the drums.The physical torture has gradually manifested. Everyone is sweating profusely, as if they are in a sauna. The sweat is completely motivated by the clothes, even the hair can drip out, and the overdraft of the physical strength makes the muscles start to become rigid; To make matters worse, the tiger's mouth and wrists began to wear and tear, the dark red blood dyed the drumsticks red, and the pain like embroidery needles began to slowly penetrate.The physical torture is making the consciousness blurry, but compared to the mental shock, it seems to be less terrible. The worst is that the physical pain is challenging the nerves, while the mental collision is repeated. Re-crush the last remaining trace of reason. The torture caused by the double blow is shattering the three drummers.Even if the other musicians are moldy in the practice room idly, they can vaguely hear those anger, the sultry and tense emotions begin to spread slowly, making them feel like sitting on pins and needles; not to mention it is. How about the three drummers who are experiencing it all in the practice room?They were bathed in Fletcher's cursing and humiliation at this time. It was not a simple "damn" or "damn", but a real personal attack! What kind/ethnicity/discrimination/discrimination, what personality/insult/humiliation, what family and friends, what political correctness, completely lost the shackles of the bottom line and borders, Fletcher brought spiritual torture that he could not bear even if he could not imagine. Like the hands of a pair of giants, tearing their souls bit by bit.The whole theater scene was caught in tension. The dull and hot suffocation penetrated the shackles of the big screen, making everyone present empathize with each other. Every second of watching the movie became a torment, truly It made people restless, the urge to flee from the wasteland began to surge in my mind, the burning heat in the stomach continued to roll, and every cell of the body was screaming and screaming.The psychological and physical discomfort reached its peak at this moment.Then the audience watched Andrew, who was in madness, hot sweat dripping from his hair, and the devil seemed to be flaring his teeth and claws in his light brown pupils; his pale cheeks without a trace of blood revealed a loss The sense of collapse of the soul is as if standing on the edge of a cliff precariously, and then the devil hiding in the depths of his eyes seems to be able to break free at any time, tear this leather bag, and break out of the earth.The feeling of shock and fear intertwined is truly chilling."The devil... the devil!"This is the only thought in the audience's mind now.Even Fletcher screamed in his ears, even Fletcher kept hitting the instrument to break the rhythm, even if Fletcher lifted the snare drum directly and threw it away... Andrew still did not stop hitting, and then you can watch When the dark red blood could no longer be controlled, it flowed from the wound of the tiger's mouth, slid down the drumsticks, and spilt on the drum surface, blooming red and red like plum blossoms.Someone in the projection hall finally couldn't bear it, and retched fiercely again, but the most frightening thing was that even the sound of retching was firmly covered in the palm of his hand, lest his little sound might become a phoenix. The object of Letcher's anger can also become the object of the devil in Andrew's heart.The boundary between illusion and reality becomes unimportant at this moment.Finally, Andrew won the chief position, and the time has already pointed to two o'clock in the morning. The whole competition lasted for nearly five hours. In a trance, it was the late night of the devil dancing~www.novelhall.com ~ But the band continued to practice. When they left the practice room, all the band members were in a trance. This was especially true after the three drummers were physically exhausted, but... the competition will be held at 5 o'clock this afternoon. Letcher repeatedly emphasized that everyone must leave themselves at least two hours, and never be late!But Murphy's law is like this. The things you fear most often become reality.Andrew was not late. Despite his lack of energy, he caught up with the bus in time, but the bus's flat tire was an unexpected accident. In a panic, Andrew had to get off the bus, but stopped at an unknown Locally, he couldn't even find a taxi on the street here, so he could only choose to rent a car temporarily and rush to the game site.Nevertheless, Andrew was still late.Fletcher decided to hand over the position of chief to Ryan Connery, which caused Andrew's emotions to explode completely. The nerve that was so tense seemed to break at any time, even in the face of Frye. Toru, Andrew also hurried swear words directly and stepped forward to fight for his rights:This him/mother/is my chief position!
