Chapter 7 (6)

"We must be much better than him!" Old K swears to the bar owner with his eyes wide open, "He is alone, the guitar and voice are alone, you can't get out of the level, songs without harmony, no matter how you listen to it, it will be dry Yes." Seeing that the boss didn't react much, old K continued to spit nonsense and make gestures, just like an old judge of a rookie singer contest. The buddy who performed on the stage actually played the piano better than the two of us, I could sing along with any song, and he could also add "Hua'er". When using it, every time it encounters the high-pitched area, it seems to hover for a while before agreeing to come down, so as to win the applause and applause of the wine bags in the audience.

"How long have you two been walking together?" the bar owner asked me squinting. "Three years!" "They all ran away from those places!" "It's really hard to say that I have gone to those places." Old K hurriedly helped me out, "Anyway, except for the few people in your area, everyone else often leaves." "Okay, three hundred a night, starting at nine o'clock next Saturday night, you go!" The boss kept nodding his head, "Remember, there are more English ones, classic ones, we have a lot of white-collar workers here, so that's good." Mouth!"

"That's right!" Old K's face was full of understanding. Then, I spent the most fulfilling week since the third year of high school. Old K and I practice the piano with me every day like a lunatic. Old K also specially found some girls from the art department to teach us how to find the beat, how to exhale and make a sound, and how to resonate in the cranial cavity (that is, let the head buzz when singing), Old K, who did all sorts of crimes, even taught himself a little Irish coloratura of old Faye Wong, in order to save it for the performance to create some climax. So busy until Friday night, the two of us calculated, counting those that can’t be disassembled and can only strum, there are a total of fifteen songs that can be played from beginning to end, “Enough, one tape only has ten songs. You can listen to songs all night, we are all rich!" Old K muttered exhaustedly

On Saturday morning, a fart woke me up, and I suddenly thought of a question, and shouted: "Old K, let's take my two broken kapok guitars?" He bounced off the bed like an electric baton, and then rushed out of the school as if he was waking up from a dream. After traveling around the old city twice, he went back to the dormitory in the afternoon with two big piano boxes, and gorged himself. While drinking water, he muttered, "These two old broken boxes are harder to borrow than a piano!" So we quickly started to get familiar with the two electric ballads, cheering each other up from time to time: "Your strings are really 'violent'! Awesome!"

"It's not that you sing too well! My cranial cavity resonates!" "What should I do if I can't remember the lyrics?" When I was having dinner, I still felt a little apprehensive. "It's okay, just sing what you've memorized a few more times, and hum 'la la la' if you can't do it." Neither of us had much dinner, and we walked to the school gate with a big piano case on our legs, and we met A group of little junior sisters chattering, "Senior brother, senior brother, is there a performance?" "Ah! Run to two bars! Hurry up!" Old K shook his head and suddenly pretended to be cool, which made me feel a little flustered, so I glanced at them coldly from the corner of my eyes.

The show was supposed to run from 9:00 p.m. to 12:00 p.m., but old K and I returned to the dormitory at 10:30 p.m. that day, they kicked us off, and we didn't even finish the first song!