Big play bone

This makes Andrew's muscles that are completely tight. He realizes that he seems to be losing control, but the intensity and panic can't be revealed, he must stay calm. Focus, focus, focus!

"567, go!"

It is the first four shots, the seventeenth section of the death.

Fletcher's hands have been held into a fist, constantly shook their heads, "rushing." Then hit their hands again, "five six seven, go."

wrong again.

"Drag. 567, go."

Everything seems to be a ghost, the dream of the wall, once again, once again, they are trapped in the original place, as if there is a cheap horror movie. Every time, Fletcher said, he slowed down a little, and the result was dragged; he immediately speeded up a little, did not expect it, so, let's repeatedly turn it back, always Can't go out.

That kind of pressing sense began to be superimposed, the more nervous, the more the error, the more the error, the more panic, the more nervous, the vicious circle is not stopped, just like deep Dreams in the maze are general.

Fletcher is not said, is he coming here? Fletcher is not said, is it just enough to relax? Fletcher is not said, can he catch up with Bad Di - Ricki? Flek is not said, is his performance?

What is going on now? What happened this? What did he do wrong? Where is his performance?

he does not know. For a mistake, more terrible is that he doesn't know where it is wrong, how should you coordinate control? What is the third sixteen tone in the fourth section? The dead sixteen tonar, what is called to drive?

How to do? How to do!

Andrew's shoulders were completely tight, as the dead cycle is general, once again put into the play of the same section.

The first four shots have passed. No sound.

The second four shots have passed. Still no sound.

Andrew used the sight behind the light to see Fletcher, trying to further confirm, this is good news or bad news, is his performance? Is the rhythm of Fletcher? Wait, if it is correct, what is the rhythm of just now? Which of the Fletcher's rhythm should be stepped on?

But Fletcher turned, he couldn't see the expression. He could only make judgments from the back, and he was using the point to hit the rhythm. It seems that the whole person is completely immersed in the melody.

This makes Andrew gets forward, so that you will solve your spirituality and talent, hoping to re-win Fletcher.

Fletcher stood next to the door, with the right hand holding a folding chair, the movement of the jaw stepped on the beat is still not stopped, and the whole person seems very enjoyable and very comfortable, without warning, he raised the folding Chair, like throwing a flying pan, a turn of a turning in the direction of Andrew, flying over.

Those who seriously drums, and then saw the folding chair as if the blood drop is generally hula. The strong survival is suddenly coming out, and I have been curved down, and I hugged my head with my hands. Make a defensive posture, you can feel the warm waves of the helicopter propeller whistling on the top of the head.

"call."

The sharp and sharp wind is huge, and the folding chair hits the back of the wooden wall behind it, and the sound is sprout, and all the things next to each other will knocked all the things. Everyone in the rehearsal room has received frightened, and the long-numbered ruins of the Saxophone have begun to take shape.

Andrew was a crit by 100,000 points.

Life is dangerous. He really felt the dangers of life-hitting lines. The shock did not explore his head. He carefully looked at all around him. He continued to swallow the sputum. The pupil is more exposed to the uneasy wolf and timidity.

what happened?

What happened just now?

Andrew heard the body, then saw Fletcher standing in front of the front, looking at himself, Andrew is a grievances, it is unclear, and the slight shaking pupil is Fletcher, she quietly shifted because of fear, but Fletcher didn't turn my eyes as if I could swallow him at any time. He had to re-move the line of sight and faced with Fletcher.

Swallow again, try to alleviate your nervous, but this is difficult.

Inversion, exhaust; inhale again, exhaust again.

Fletcher only used two actions, just showed his strong anger, he was very angry, he has already been angry now, even if you just throw a chair, you still can't vent his emotions, he needs Outbreak, who hits it on the muzzle, who will die is very ugly.

Obviously, Andrew now hit a muzzle.

Fletcher has worked hard, and once again supports his own chin. "Do you know why do I throw a chair?"

Andrew heart faintly knew the answer: he made a mistake. But the problem is that he doesn't know where he has fallen wrong. Now the head is a paste. It is unable to think, only to tell the Baba, "I ... I don't know." Dramatic shake the pupils to reveal the heart Uncertain.

"Of course you know." Fletcher said.

Andrew breathed his breathing, closed his lips, and looked slightly. No one was noticed. He secretly adjusted his breathing. It seems that it is taking the drums for yourself, then do our best to maintain the stability of the words. " Rhythm?"

Fletcher breathed a breath, the right hand is constantly driving his own chin. "Are you rushing or dragged?"

The expression of Andrew is like this, gently blinks, hesitantly said, "I ... I don't know."

This answer is completely irritated. Fletcher, ovel over, the murderous eyes seem to have put the Andrew racks above the sprorter, "start counting."

"567 ..." Andrew couldn't help but close his eyes, and the fear of everywhere was firmly surrounded by him, and even the voice began to shake slightly.

"Numbers to see the ghost four!" Fletcher's voice is tightly, and anger penetrates at a point, "watching me!"

Andrew is like a robot, and the man is moved to the head. It is hard to open the eyes and look at Fletcher, but the focus and focal length is just a little bit. Better, innocent, he is fragile, he still works hard to remove his sight, then ... start counting.

"One two three four. One two three four."

The number has just begun. Fletcher raised his right hand, and he went to the ear of the ear, but it was about to fall on Andrew's face, but swayed over the head of Andrew.

The next second, "card", Damn's voice shouted, he was annoyed to hold his head, and I sent a depressed exclamation, "JK, oh, JK, what happened? What happened! Everything is fine, isn't it? JK! "

Simmons also hugged the big head. All anger and all violent are all like a tide, and he stood up his body unorolizes, looking at the blue ceremony close at hand.