Disaster Artist

Chapter 35 Burning (4)

"Is he really a professor?"

Rogge closed the live broadcast page and no longer looked at the humanoid creature jumping hard on the stage.

He often wonders why such people often say things that are obviously contrary to public perception without realizing it. Are they not in the same world?
"The real deal, a professor in the music department of Nova School of the Arts."

Bai Zhe shrugged. It was not surprising to see any rare birds and animals these days.

In the past two days, they have run three points offline.The Kite Bar the night before yesterday was the first stop. With the cooperation of Kuroshio Eye, they escaped smoothly.

Yesterday, they played a gig on the roadside, then drove to the Beluga Bar and played a social show with the band Placebo.

Before each start, Moya will give a 10-minute preview on his account, and then post a live broadcast after the event.

Each of her tweets are littered with hundreds of diatribes.Those who scolded her for hype, those who scolded her for making up facts, those who scolded her for ostracizing her teammates, and those who said she was a gang member and a scumbag knew her better than Moya himself.

Moya continued to go on a rampage, and her unified response to these comments was "idiot."

But over time, the situation is changing.Many victims who had been cheated by entertainment companies spontaneously supported them and boycotted Luna Records.

Many viewers, especially residents of Kite Street, who had watched their live performances and howled along with them, posted videos and tweets online to support them.

After the incident fermented for two days, "Professor Jin's Rock Channel" was the first well-known self-media to get out of troubled waters.Jin Eunshan's account has more than 50 followers and he is a well-known music critic in the circle.

Apparently, Luna Records was giving money to the wrong person.Jin Enshan may be knowledgeable and famous, but he is really not very smart and took the initiative to give Moya a big assist.

"She's off work and is coming over."

Roger said.It's exactly 18:00 now.

The fourth stop of their guerrilla performance was Moya's jet wing processing factory, where she worked part-time.

After the identity of the drummer of Moya's underground band was exposed, she was chased and tortured by her colleagues, asking her to give everyone the entire show.

The assembly line work in the factory is so boring. It’s not easy to eat a melon and a lot of melons will gather. If it is the melon next to you, it will be even more delicious.

Under the repeated instigation of Bai Zhe and Rogge, Moya agreed to the most social plan.

There was a little thing running towards them in the distance.

She took off her factory dust-proof film cap, and her short orange-green hair was messy, shining in the dusk.

"Where's my leather jacket!"

Moya was panting and wearing light gray work clothes that were resistant to stains.There is no time to change clothes today, but the black leather jacket with rivets must be put on, it is a sense of ritual.

Bai Zhe handed over the leather jacket speechlessly. With this combination, the clothes were extremely bad.

He and Rogge had prepared the venue and were waiting for Moya to arrive.

The Marano family would not dare to come to the processing plant to cause trouble, so they can perform with confidence today.

People came out of the factory one after another. They took off their hats to reveal colorful hair, and rolled up their sleeves to reveal all kinds of colorful prosthetic patterns.

Parked at the gate was a fiery red truck with a stag with flaming antlers spray-painted on the side.There is coquettishness in the soil, and there is soil in the coquettishness.There was a young man with a black buzzcut behind the car who seemed to be playing an electric guitar, but the sound was hard to hear.

Bai Zhe looked at the signboard of the processing factory, Pegasus Jet Wings, the mythical Pegasus.

In late autumn, the daylight passes by.The bloody sunset has set low, and the direction of Nova Central District is gradually getting brighter.

"Bass!"

Moya, who had just gotten off work, picked up the drum stick and was resurrected with full health.

"coming."

With his fingertips clasping the tough strings, Bai Zhe felt the rhythm and muscle memory emerge naturally from his heart.

Boom~boom boom~boom boom, boom~boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom boom.
"Little Moya!"

"Baby Moya!"

"Moya Moya!"

Bai Zhe saw several female workers trotting towards them. They must have been familiar with the dwarf.

Boom-boom, boom-boom!
Moya didn't give them a chance to damage his image and started knocking directly.Please use your formal title in public. She is 24 years old and is not a child laborer!
Ow—

"It's really from our factory!"

"I saw it on wetweet, they have been so popular these past two days!"

"There are some rock and roll guys in the factory, but they didn't notify me!"

The three of them had never seen this posture before, and within two minutes, dozens or hundreds of people came to watch the excitement.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Don't block the door of the factory!"

"Uncle Sanders, let's play one song and then leave! Just a few minutes!"

Moya shouted to the security uncle.

"Let them continue singing!" "Hurry up, clear the place and get out after singing!"

The uncle muttered something and ran to the side to watch the fun.

The music and roaring continued.

In the strong rhythm like a wave, the people around seemed a little at a loss.

They can feel the rhythm and resonate with the emotions in the melodies and growls, but they don’t know how to express them.

This is not a dance hall or a bar, this is an open space outside the processing plant.They are not music experts and do not understand the latest fashion. They just think the music sounds exciting after get off work.

"You jump!"

Moya shouted.

"What the hell?"

"Bai Zhe, jump down, jump!"

Rogge also followed suit.

what?
Rogge: “If the bass player doesn’t do the work of enlivening the atmosphere, who will do it!”

Moya: "Go down and do some work! Do whatever you want!"

Bai Zheren was a little numb.He has no life to live in.

He looked at the crowd around him, his legs feeling a little weak.Under the setting sun, countless shadows danced with excitement and excitement to the beat of drums.

His grandma's, risk it all.

I saw the bass player's feet off the ground, and he jumped out of the car with the bass on his arm.

"Woo-!"

He jumped and roared, and Sooko's roar sounded almost at the same time.

Now everyone knows what to do.

"What are you yelling at?
Who are you waiting for?"

Bai Zhe no longer cares about playing bass.He raised the piano above his head and roared, jumping high on the spot.

More and more people jumped with him, and more and more people roared with him.

"Who are you waiting for!"

"Waiting for you!"

"Wait for you guys!"

Responding shouts came from the crowd, and Bai Zhe didn't pay attention to the scene of laughter.

"Moya! Moya!"

"Moya jumps! Moya jumps!"

"We'll catch you!"

"Roger, don't jump!"

The little drummer jumped off the truck stage, Bai Zhe caught her arm, and colleagues and friends lifted her up.

"Roger, please don't jump!"

"Sing one more!"

The radio at the processing plant was repeatedly warning loudly not to gather at the door, but no one could hear it.

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While a group of people were fooling around outside the processing plant, the four members of Metal Kite were warming up and getting ready to go on stage.

"The next person to appear is trainee No. 27, Rife Hanomiya! Currently ranked 17th in points and 12th in popularity. Can she stand out in the unexpected encounter!"

The host in the shape of a flamingo introduced vigorously and snapped his fingers.

With a sweet smile, Rife Hanomiya danced out from the left side of the stage and waved hello to the audience.

"The unexpected combination with Hanomiya is - a rock band from Kite Street in the border area, Metal Kite! Let's wait and see"

[What the hell, why do you want to give my Hanomiya such a bad teammate]

[This is a secret operation, I’ve never heard of this band]

[There has just been a scandal about this band, please don’t come over! 】

　Have a great weekend everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)