Disaster Artist

Chapter 30 Ignite
So cold.

The distorted piano sound, the cold and restrained bass, and the powerful but extremely dull drum beats together create an extremely cold atmosphere.

Along with the humming in the background, the coldness reached its extreme, and I felt like ice slag was seeping into my chest.

"White snow, gray ice, red sun rusted away"

A series of icy waves broke out from the center of the stage to all surroundings, and an unspeakable feeling of depression and loneliness arose in the hearts of the guests.

The little female drummer seemed to be holding two ice picks in her hands, and every time she dropped a drum beat, she felt like she was piercing people's hearts with the ice picks.

Moya once said that the so-called sense of luxury is restrained boredom.This is the realization she gained after listening to a lot of masters' works.

Without restraint, the outburst of heat will be unable to ignite others.

When Sooko's roar reappeared, it was like a beam of fire tearing a crack into the cold space, giving all listeners a sense of release and escape.

It is so different, releasing unparalleled power, as if it can break free from any prison.

But in an instant, the feeling of release was suppressed by the drum beat, and the hearing became cold again.

"Is this city dead? Is this city dead?"

New lighting effects are enabled.

A dilapidated light enveloped the stage.The eerie texture of the light is hard to describe, like sunlight rusting it.

The guests in the audience felt the same way. They were like tin men shrouded in cold light, slowly rusting under the street lights in the corner in winter.

"What are you roaring about?"

Bai Zhe's voice moves from the background to the front, with delay and reverberation after being connected to an effector.

The rhythm of the drum set is at its strongest, Moya's orange-green curly hair is flying with the drum beats, his waving hands bring up the afterimage, and the beating of his heart is transmitted from his hands to the drum head.

Rogge also pushed the synthesizer to the highest level, dropped his four arms towards the keyboard, and released the most intense roar.

Fierceness and decay, grandeur and loneliness coexist.He is a trapped beast in a shackles cage, a lone star in the cold sky, and a traveler who keeps his head down and goes his own way.

At this time, someone among the guests in the audience finally remembered to take out their audio and video equipment and pointed it at the three people who were fully immersed in the stage.

"Who are you waiting for?

Who are you waiting for?"

Who are you waiting for to save you from being lost?

Who are you waiting for to break out of the prison of life with you?

"Who are you waiting for! Who are you waiting for! Who are you waiting for!"

Bai Zhe let go completely, and when he raised his head, all the tension disappeared, and he roared at the top of his lungs to the audience. Moya and Rogge also joined in.

"Who are you waiting for! Who are you waiting for!"

The roar stops at the highest peak, the piano sounds stop, and the last drum sound ends "Rusty".

He couldn't help but breathe heavily, his heart was beating wildly, and his hands were shaking with excitement.

"You didn't turn off the microphone."

Moya reminded in a low voice.Bai Zhe turned off the microphone in panic, and now everyone knew that he was extremely nervous.

"Time to introduce ourselves. We are, disbanding the band next month!"

"We." "Disband."

The self-introduction is still like this.

"Damn it, don't disband!"

"another one!"

"We can't disband!"

"keep going!"

The guests were greatly shocked. The three people on the stage were playing something very new.

Can they really listen to something so trendy and awesome for free in a border bar?
"We will disband next month. This is our first piece "Rust", this is our first offline performance, and we only have this song. I am the drummer of the band Moya."

"I run Roger's repair shop, and Roger is a part-time keyboard player."

"New bassist Bai Zhe."

Bai Zhe was obedient.

"Sing it again! You didn't record it all just now!" "Sing it again!"

"What the hell, I don't even know what it's yelling about."

"If you don't understand how to appreciate it, why don't you just talk like a turtle!"

"I can't find the band. What platform are you on?"

"Moya, you are back, Moya, how can I live without you!"

Upon seeing this, the boss Lawrence, the bartender, and the waiter immediately began to maintain order, and saw that a group of people had gathered in front of the stage.

Moya: "Our single has been released on Eden Music, Kite Street drummer Moya. After listening to it, scan the QR code to follow! Thank you for following us, Meow!"

"Sing it again! You can only feel it if you listen to it live!"

"Keep going!"

"What about the back?"

The three of them looked at each other, and it seemed that they would not be able to sing tonight.

For the first time in his life, he was being stared at by dozens of cameras, and Bai Zhe was afraid that his social status would be violated.

Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom, the bass rhythm started.

"Ow—"

"Whoosh-"

"What—"

I don’t know which bastard was the leader. When Sook’s roar sounded again, some people screamed together.

The situation got out of hand, and all kinds of random howls broke out from the audience.

Bai Zhe lost his composure and made several wrong notes.Fortunately, the other two people were not led astray, and no one in the audience seemed to notice.

At the climax of the performance, howls spread from person to person, and even Moya and Rogge roared twice.

Among all the howls, none were more than 10% similar to Sooko's roar.

"What are you yelling about? Who are you waiting for!"

As soon as Bai Zhe opened his mouth, more than a dozen voices joined in, and more and more, the superimposed layers of sound waves were like a tsunami.

"Who are you waiting for! Who are you waiting for! Who are you waiting for!"

Tonight, he realized firsthand what the appeal of music is.

"do it again!"

"One more! Howl nicer this time!"

"Are you the one who bleated just now?"

"not coming!"

The three of them couldn't stand it any longer, and they didn't expect the response to be so intense.

In the end, they were exhausted and Moya and Rogge each performed an impromptu solo.

Bai Zhe really didn't have anything to perform, so he suggested playing "Little Star" to the guests, but he was ruthlessly rejected."Little Star" played by the bass, is that what people should listen to?

The three people packed up their equipment, squeezed out of the crowd, and fled in panic.

"Boss, can we perform again tomorrow night?"

"This is much more exciting than the club on Pink Street!"

"I have already made an appointment with my friends to come and see it. They must come again!"

The boss Lawrence who was surrounded had a wry smile on his face, and he had to go find little Moado to say something nice.

Over the next hour or so, guests continued to come to join in the fun, but they only got a disappointing message: it was over.

When Lawrence heard the discussions among the guests, he noticed that the electronic screens in the bar were still showing advertisements for the Metal Kite band at intervals.

He can imagine how big a response "Rust" will cause in Kite Street and Side District, and it may even explode on a larger platform.It's so unique and sincere, and devilishly infectious.

By then, things between Moya and Metallic Kites will surely be revealed.If this band can't produce good enough work, they can consider disbanding.

　I met the three black cats again. When they walked together, a melody sounded in my mind: "If you had to do it all over again."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)