The reincarnation of the movie king

It might be an exaggeration to say that he was confused, but Su Yi walked onto the stage holding a drumstick in a daze.

The audience was already full of people, drinking and chatting. Occasionally, a few looked at the stage out of curiosity, but quickly looked away.

The expected cheers and applause were completely absent.

I have to say, this is somewhat disappointing.

But except for Su Yi, the other members of the band are obviously used to it.

They were adjusting the equipment by themselves, and the lead singer Xiaobianer also said "Hello, one, thief, spat...", picked up the microphone in a serious manner, and shouted to the tuning room opposite: "Please make the feed smaller..."

Su Yi was a little in awe.

What is professionalism?

This is……

Um?

Then Su Yi saw the sound engineer on the opposite side rolling his eyes and raising his middle finger towards the stage. His mouth was obviously opening and closing to pronounce words similar to Shabi, but Comrade Xiao Zhuan'er seemed to have not seen him, waving his hands and pretending to say: "Okay. That’s it, hey, just right…”

Excuse me?

What kind of thing is enough?

Are you just showing off by co-writing?

Su Yi suddenly had deep doubts about the professionalism of this band.

Three minutes later, all members had finished debugging, except Su Yi.

Because after Su Yi came up, apart from checking that the drum stand was fixed, he just sat there, motionless.

"Ahem!" The lead singer Xiaobian'er hugged the guitar, "Hello friends, welcome to Houhai, welcome to the funkhouse bar, we are -"

Except for the stupid Su Yi, the lead singer, guitarist, and bassist all shouted: "Blue across the road!"

Blue Su Yi knows it, and so does Gu Lu Su Yi, but Lan Lan and Gu Lu are put together...

What the hell is this?

At this time, Su Yi's bad feeling was getting heavier and heavier.

In fact, he should have thought a long time ago that the drummer of a band that was going to perform on stage was put together temporarily without any rehearsal or even any communication in advance. The professionalism and standard of this band can be imagined.

"That's right, we are the Blue Road Band. Blue represents our style, and Road represents our attitude. For this world, we only have three words to say, and that is - CNM!"

The last three words were shouted by the lead singer, guitarist and bassist again.

It took Su Yi a long time to control himself from laughing.

He also doesn’t understand why blue represents style, why crossing the road represents attitude, and why there are mothers in the world who can be fucked.

But watching his friends explain their musical ideas seriously, Su Yi felt that he couldn't laugh, after all, they were serious.

But just because it’s serious, it’s even funnier!

Su Yi almost choked himself to the point of shock.

Then he couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart: "Where is the score?"

No rehearsal, no communication, at least there should be a score, right? Otherwise, how can we fight?

The next moment, Su Yi knew that he was still too young.

"Okay, without further ado, here's an original song by our band, "No Problem" for everyone!" Xiao Zhuan'er unplugged the microphone from the stand, walked to Su Yi and said in a low voice, Warrior Mike: "Four Four beats, all songs are in four-four beats, just move one beat at a time, the drums come first, then the bass, then the guitar, follow my gestures to control the speed, okay?"

"..."

Can it still be like this?

"ojbk." Su Yi said.

We are all old masters, and we can do the work just by feeling, so there is nothing wrong with it.

"Friends, get excited!" Xiaopian'er suddenly turned into a smoker and alcoholic voice, roared, and suddenly raised his hands.

Su Yifu was so moved that he stepped out an eight-beat sixteenth note and started to move steadily.

Clean and crisp, every drum beat seems to pop out of the speaker, as steady as an old dog.

The well-educated audience in the audience suddenly brightened their eyes and shouted "good" loudly.

However, most of the audience couldn't tell that Su Yi's sound was any different from other drummers. Instead, they felt that Su Yi's drumming was effortless and lacked personality.

The other members of the band, too, were largely unresponsive.

After two beats of eight, the bassist entered, and after a solo that was basically not on the rhythm, the neighing sound of the electric guitar sounded.

The entire prelude lasted for about two minutes, and it sounded noisy to Su Yi.

The melody is basically absent, and the rhythm is basically absent.

Su Yi now understood why they tolerated an unrehearsed drummer on stage.

Because for them, their performance just needs a voice to participate every time.

Amidst the continuous noise, the other friends all jumped up, shaking their heads and swaying their butts.

The pigtail leaned in front of the microphone and roared with bulging veins: "Sun, Sun, you are so round, moon, moon, you are a little crooked, why is it round but not round, because today is the third day of the lunar new year! Ah - it is the third day of the lunar month! Ah - yes It’s the third year of junior high school!”

Su Yi: "???"

Move, hit, move, hit...

The second paragraph continues: "Ocean, ocean, you are so big, ocean, ocean, you are so wide. Why can't I see the edge at a glance? Because I am short-sighted! Ah - myopia! Ah - myopia, myopia!"

Su Yi almost threw the drum stick.

This lyrics is really - there's nothing wrong with it!

If you ignore it, it's basically just read out.

So, what’s the point of guitars, bass and drums?

Su Yi feels that except for the lyrics of this song, which are fixed, the guitar, bass and drums are completely improvised. If you ask the guitarist and bassist to play the same way next time, they will definitely not be able to play it!

Everyone on the stage is excited!

Off the stage, the audience also entered the dance floor one after another, holding the edge of the stage, shaking their bottles and starting to shake their heads wildly, as if they were suffering from epilepsy.

After a burst of more violent noise, Pigtail continued to roar: "Ah - I want to destroy the earth!"

Then I sang this line over and over again, maybe thirty or forty times, and the whole song ended.

Just tell me if there is anything wrong with it.

Su Yi sat there, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, like a lump in his throat, like a ray of light on his back.

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!"

However, the audience's reaction was very positive. The atmosphere in the whole bar was very exciting. Everyone on the dance floor was holding up their bottles and shouting loudly.

Another elder brother brought a dozen beers to the stage, and each of the four people was given three bottles.

The lead singer, guitarist and bassist blew the bottle on the spot, which caused a burst of cheers.

After finishing his drink, Xiaopian'er threw the bottle to the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The second song, "Fuck the Earth Again," is for everyone! Drummer, get excited!"

Su Yi: "..."

What grudge does the earth have against you? Are you going to run it again?

"Ahhhhh, I want to fuck the earth again, because it's a new day!" Xiao Zhuer yelled.

Su Yi thought about it and found that this reason seemed to be correct.