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Chapter 8 (7)

whose hormones are flying 三蛮 1158Words 2018-03-13
There was a lot of people in that bullshit bar that day. Old K and I took the big piano case and spent half an hour to make the two guitar speakers sound. We tuned the guitar for five minutes, and when we finally started singing, we were both drenched and almost collapsed.At this moment, I just let it go and thought of another important problem: we both forgot to practice harmony, and we forgot about it for a week. "Fuck it, sing together! One tune!" Old K, who tuned his tune so that his eyes were staring straight, had become hysterical, forgetting that the microphone was already on his lips, and the audience heard him scolding "Fuck it Damn, sing together! One tune!"

It was a bad campus ballad that couldn't be worse. Almost all the children who have practiced the piano can play it. We cooperate very smoothly on weekdays, but that day was really bad luck. When the piano sounded together, the audience might be Because of the scolding, the audience was silent, and I felt quite good. I found out that my piano sound was not accurate, but the old K didn't notice it, and kept signaling for me to add "Hua'er". After walking for a while, it was too unpleasant to listen to, so I immediately switched to the root string to play the bass sound.

After the first stanza persisted, something went wrong at the beginning of the second stanza: the lyrics we sang were always different!The two of us decided to stand alone for a while. Just when the first song was about to be finished after playing and singing, the old K shook his head and shook his head too lyrically because his eyes were closed. The microphone knocked over, and there was a piercing eardrum screech, and then a few showgirls came on stage to save us. After packing up the big piano box, the bar owner came over and pointed at us without saying a word, and pointed at us again. the door.

I guessed that should mean "get out", so I bowed my head and walked out in shame, but the old K was still full of pride, and bravely stepped forward and asked, "Hey! That money, will you return it?" On the way back, Old K and I did some calculations again. The emotional input was not counted, and we lost more than 200 yuan in money alone. After we arrived at the dormitory, we broke the cans and invited the dormmates out for a drink. "Oh! That guy! Don't mention it! The first song we sang was a school ballad, right?" Old K looked at me, and I nodded in agreement.

"Oh, just halfway through the first campus folk song, several audience members were sung to tears. How touching! Later, in order to take care of their emotions, neither of us dared to sing slow songs, and we all sang fast songs instead. Thinking of this, the reaction was even greater. At the end of the song, the audience who sang went crazy! Crazy! Do you understand?" Old K stared at the big drama with his eyes wide open, and gestured with his teeth and claws, "That's it! That's it! Don't let Curtain call! The audience...were all crying! They almost tied us together, and finally had to sing five more songs, five more!" Old K stretched out five fingers, and gestured again "... let go! "

"Yeah? Really? Why does it sound like Michael? Jackson's concert, when will you go next time? Let us see it." Big Saw said. "Yes! I haven't been to a bar yet!" Ru Meng also said. "Okay! Next time I go, I will definitely take you with me! Let you experience it!" Old K replied with a big meal. The table was in a mess, and I asked old K drunkenly, "Have you had a good time?" "It's so good!" Old K also drank so much that his eyes were blurred. That night I was still too excited to sleep, so I lit a candle on the bed and wrote a letter to Yang Hong with my butt pouted, reporting the victimization process and swearing that I will be a down-to-earth person in the future.

It was already light when I finished writing the letter, and there were bursts of chilly autumn wind coming from the window. When I looked down, the leaves on the windows had already started to fall a lot. Xiaohong, the lazy cat, must still be sleeping soundly. I really don't know if her side has also become cold.
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