Volume 321 Heavy Metal Rock!
If you don't look carefully, you can't see what is painted on the face. The dark circles take up half of the face.
Everyone just stared at Qin Guan for about half a minute, and then gasped hissingly.
Baptiste, a fat man with bright eyes, grabbed Qin Guan's arm: "You majored in acting? Why did you go to New York? New York University? Why don't you go to France? That's the top class." Acting school!"
Out of the instinct to sing the opposite no matter what the French say, Joseph directly refuted: "There is Broadway in New York, USA. How do you know that Qin Guan didn't learn dance?"
"Besides, Los Angeles is right here. You asked Qin Guan to go to your France? Why? If you can't pay your wages, are you going on strike with the actors' union?"
"You! Beast! The honor of the Gallic warriors cannot be trampled on at will!"
The two groups of people were fighting, when Becerra, the silent elder sister, opened her mouth: "I never take advantage of others, you treat me to food, I treat you to music, it seems that both are art For the workers' sake."
Who told you I'm an artist? Why did you classify me as a profession?
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Before Qin Guan could say that everyone had misunderstood, Becerra continued: "I have a performance tonight, please go to see it, the drinks are free, and it's my fault!"
"But you have to put on makeup when you go. Your face is too dangerous. You must know that our concert has very dangerous participants, and accidents are prone to happen."
Your old man has said so, who would dare to look at it, isn't that stupid?
What? Free drinks?
"Guan Qin, oh! No! Qin Guan, you will get lost as a newcomer. I have lived in New York for many years. Becerra is going to perform and I don't have time to talk to you. I will take care of you. You don't have to thank me. Who are we?" With whom?"
Joseph's obsession with alcohol made him instantly let go of the fat and thin combination on the opposite side.
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"Becerra is too cunning, as an artist, you are able to come without inviting the two of us, and I want to participate." This is a French complaint
"Oh, underground bands, how desirable is American culture? Count me in, it's the cost of admission,"
A small piece of gold leaf was handed over. This is a Congolese bribe.
Becerra stuffed the bribe into the camisole without blinking her eyes, her deep breasts instantly submerged the small gold piece, and the gorgeous cauliflower snake tattoo only poked out half of her head.
Qin Guan subconsciously went to look at his girlfriend beside him, only to see that Cong Nianwei, who was no less courageous than him, was watching the farce in the arena with great interest.
Seeing this, he is the only one who thinks that staying at home and fighting his girlfriend for 300 rounds is the most correct way to open up when he first came to the United States?
Since everyone is so interested, let's go. As for why he had to disguise himself, Qin Guan automatically ignored it. Wouldn't it be enough to wear a pair of silly round black-rimmed glasses?
When Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were about to go out, they suddenly felt that Becerra's concert seemed different from ordinary concerts.
The other members of the band who came to pick up Cybella, not all of them were of Mexican origin, painted that cool old car with golden flames.
Just like the little demon in Journey to the West, the king asked me to patrol the mountains, the inside was full of people.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei consciously walked into the Volkswagen car of Erfa, so they should be closer to normal people.
The crowd turned around and came to the not-too-distant city center, parked their cars in a rather large parking lot, and walked to the inner streets.
The road here is a bit slippery, and the sanitation is a bit worrying. Except for the illumination of the street lights, compared with New York's commercial streets, the main color is obviously much darker.
In the deepest part of the alley, there is a small light bulb that is not too big to flicker, which is different from the exaggerated neon lights of the Japanese entertainment city, but it is much more restrained here.
A group of people gathered at the door with a clatter. There are handrails made of iron railings on both sides leading to the basement. The most interesting thing is that there is a big man guarding the door.
This rather muscular security guard, in this dark night, still wore pretentious sunglasses, slapping hands on every person who wanted to enter the club.
This is actually a common practice in chaotic places. Guns and sharp weapons are not allowed, which can be regarded as a kind of protection for people who often fight.
The participants in this line looked a little different from the old customers, because Becerra greeted them in advance, and passed the gate smoothly.
Qin Guan pushed open the creaking iron door, the smell of copper rust seemed to still surround his nose, as if Pandora's box had been pushed open by him, there was such a huge difference between the inside and outside of the door .
Flashing neon lights swirl on the high ceiling, except for the high-rise platform, the ground is pitch black.
It took a long time for the group to get used to the difference in light, and they could barely see clearly in this chaotic pitch-black venue.
Rockers wearing rivet metal pieces released their own hustle and bustle in this hot and dry environment.
The bar counter in one corner is the place where people pass most frequently, and it is also the brightest sign in this dark venue. Several people looked at the people who couldn't see their true colors, and subconsciously moved towards the most normal bartender.
"If these people go to the African tribe, they must be the best fighters."
"How do you say that?"
"Our face is a symbol of courage when hunting, and it is also useful for intimidating big cats. People here count as one, and you can scare two lions to death if you take them out."
Master, you are so poisonous, does your father know?
The only person in the audience was Joseph who showed his familiarity. He actually ordered a large beer in such an unusual venue, and he drank it casually at the bar.
Cong Nianwei has always been in Qin Guanhuan's arms, such a place is very fresh for her who has been concentrating on work and study.
The lights on the high stage in the arena were turned on instantly, and the sparse drummers of the band walked up to the high stage casually. Becerra turned out to be the home of the band, standing upright under the microphone.
The screams, boos, and enthusiastic cheers at the bottom meant Becerra's popularity in this venue. When the band's prelude sounded, the people around him went crazy.
The sharp heavy metal music is the hero among all the rock players, and the concrete floor in the venue also feels hummed by the surrounding rhythm.
Becerra's voice was opened, with a unique hoarse smoke voice, which made everyone who didn't understand music admire it. The crazy factor floated in the air, and the hot music also drove the hot people. To be continued.
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