One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven Purgatory Baptism

"If you dare to hold me back on purpose! I'll be like grass/pig directly/dry/die/you!"

In the splashing, Fletcher burst out all his anger, all irritability, and all emotions towards Andrew, without restraint or discount, the face began to twist, and it opened like a monster The blood basin is like a big mouth, and the firepower is full of condescension.

Andrew was completely stunned, his stubbornness, his impulsiveness, his strength, his self-esteem, his pride, all fell apart in this tsunami of air.

Andrew thought he was holding on well. Even in the slap in the face still did not flinch.

But the cruel reality completely defeated his imagination. His so-called persistence was completely vulnerable in the face of Fletcher's full-blown outbreak. He couldn't even breathe, let alone resist and fight back. The sense of frustration began to devour at twice or three times the speed, the fear of drowning swept over, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

control. control. control.

Andrew exhausted every nerve to control his emotions, so as not to make himself more embarrassed and useless, hoping to maintain the last trace of dignity, not to repeat the mistakes of the chief trombone, but it is really too difficult, he can only rush Breathing hard, clenching your teeth tightly, pressing all your fears deep in your heart, and constantly telling yourself: it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

But Fletcher gave him no breathing room at all.

"Now, do you want to rush? Or do you want to drag? Or..." Fletcher bent down again, like a Tyrannosaurus rex overlooking the insignificant creature on the ground, and then growled, "You have to follow me and he /Mom/’s rhythm?”

Word by word, every word was like a hurricane, slamming head-on one after another, so much that Andrew held his breath completely, as if any little breath leaked out, he would become a Tyrannosaurus rex's meal, in his own Before realizing it, he had closed his eyes, but even so, the trembling eyeballs and the slightly twitching corners of his mouth still revealed the stormy waves in his heart.

Andrew didn't answer, and Fletcher didn't compromise either. The Cyclops-like sight gave Andrew nowhere to run.

"I will follow your rhythm." Andrew's voice was trembling continuously, like a dead leaf bathed in the cold wind. After completely losing its foundation, it drifted away with the wind.

Fletcher still didn't let him go, grabbed the score next to him fiercely, and pointed to the symbol in the upper left corner, "What's written on it?"

Andrew had to reopen his eyes, "A quarter note equals 215."

"Count 215 and see," Fletcher said aggressively.

Maybe someone noticed, maybe no one noticed, but Andrew's volume was slowly, slowly diminishing, almost turning into a murmur on his lips, and his eyes completely avoided Fletcher, looking directly at The music stand in front of him kept his eyes fixed, as if he was practicing.

But Fletcher's voice is getting firmer and tougher, like a golden hoop, it is turning the entire East China Sea upside down, his sight is like a falcon, firmly locked on Andrew, all the others Everyone knows that this is already his prey, and it will never be possible to escape.

Between coming and going, going in and going out, the hunting relationship between the two became more and more clear, and there really was a sense of nowhere to escape.

Andrew noticed.

He raised his chin again and tried to face it, but his shoulders and chest were already lowered, and he couldn't lift it up at all. The heavy pressure was crushing down, and he was unable to resist at all, so he could only barely lift his chin, expressing He still hasn't been defeated.

At the same time, he deliberately raised his voice, the abnormal volume was showing the last strength in his heart, "One two three four, one two three four, one two three four.

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"Jesus-damn-Christ! When did Shelford start recruiting mentally retarded?" Fletcher couldn't believe his ears, hugged his head, and complained in foul language, sharp sarcasm like a sickle, layer by layer Cut apart Andrew's last layer of protective net, "You want to tell me now, can't you read the beat?"

Andrew pursed the corners of his mouth, tightly; his eyes blinked quickly, in a panic. He is now completely confused with his breathing instincts, let alone thinking and reacting. He just feels that the whole world is falling apart.

"You can't even read sheet music, do you?" Fletcher opened the sheet music again and put his finger on a note.

"That?" Andrew blinked again and said uncertainly.

"Yes, what is that?" Fletcher's patience has been completely burned out, and his pressing voice is getting more and more fierce and sharp.

"Dotted sixteenth note." Andrew said without confidence, his voice muttered on the edge of his mouth, and quickly caught Fletcher's expression out of the corner of his eye, as if he was determining whether his answer was correct.

Fletcher ignored Andrew at all, raised his head and looked at the other musicians next to him, "Sing a 101 bar."

Under the tension, Andrew didn't notice the focus of Fletcher's eyes at all, and just followed Fletcher's gestures and turned his head to look over, facing the other musicians, and began to hum the rhythm, "Bah Bah Bah, Bah Bah, Bah Bah, Bah." Because the verb Fletcher used just now was "sing", Andrew sang without thinking at all.

But Fletcher was outraged, "Are you/mom/in an a cappella band ()?" He couldn't believe his ears, his whole face was flushed, and his mouth was splashing and roaring, "Drums! Damn drums!"

Those spittle stars rushed towards his face, but Andrew just felt the blood and blood, his whole face could not help wrinkling, and he was extremely annoyed. He could even feel the ubiquitous contempt and ridicule. But he didn't have time to think about it, so he gritted his teeth secretly, cheered himself up, turned around, and quickly started hitting bar 101 on the drum set.

After just two four beats, Fletcher interrupted his performance, "Stop!" Then he squeezed the topic out of the gap between his teeth word by word, and he could even faintly taste the breath of threat , like a sharp dagger on his neck, "Now answer my question, are you rushing? Or are you delaying?"

Andrew dared not turn his head.

He didn't dare to face Fletcher's sight, he didn't dare to face Fletcher's anger, and more importantly, he didn't dare to face Fletcher's problems.

Everything happened so fast, whizzing by like a tornado. It seemed like a second ago it was heaven, bathed in Fletcher's aura of admiration, he was tomorrow's Buddy Ricky; but a second later it was hell, and the wind and rain came suddenly without warning, and in an instant. Disappeared into chaos, and everything that happened after that was blurred.

He didn't understand what was going on at all, the whole brain was a mess, with a slap in the face and a growl, all the memories became blurred, he didn't even remember what he was playing, which led to After a series of accidents, he didn't know whether he was rushing or procrastinating; therefore, he could not answer Fletcher's question.

Just now, the chief trombone was swept out of the house. He didn't want to be that him.

Andrew pursed the corners of his mouth and suppressed his emotions, but there was still a halo in the back of his eyes, as if the building was about to collapse and he tried every means to prevent this from happening.

"Answer!" Fletcher truly roared, the rough voice erupted with endless energy above the eardrum, and the whole world began to shake.

"Come on," Andrew replied.

But even Andrew himself was aware of the abnormality. His voice was too sharp and too trembling, revealing his lack of self-confidence; and the tail sound rose unconsciously, which seemed to be a question sentence, which exposed his uncertainty. He is blind.

Ruined.

He's done.

Embarrassed and useless, even worse than the chief trombone who had just been swept out of the house, he must be very, very ugly now, like a homeless homeless man, his dignity and pride have been thrown on the ground and stepped on again. Stepping on, crushing and crushing, it was not just low self-esteem, he even started to hate himself now.

He closed his eyes, closed them in fear and panic, gritted his teeth, barely maintaining the last bit of strength to avoid complete disintegration.

However, he still failed.

Tears welled up in his eyes before he realized it.

When the hot tears wet his face, Andrew realized that even the last fig leaf had been torn open, and he was exposed in front of everyone without any defense, not only embarrassed, not only It's not just embarrassment, he can't even feel the sense of shame now.

After realizing this, the tears couldn't stop. He gritted his teeth, like an ostrich. When he encountered a crisis, he buried his head in the sand. As long as he couldn't see it, things didn't exist. .

So, he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth tightly, as if he would not open his eyes, the last trace of dignity could still be maintained.

Fletcher noticed this, but without sympathy at all, he shook his head slightly in disbelief, a sneer traced the corner of his mouth, couldn't believe his eyes, and couldn't help sighing, "Oh, my dear God……"