One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight Hearty

Fletcher couldn't believe his eyes, a clear tear slowly slid down Andrew's cheek, revealing a sense of grievance and fragility, but stubbornly refused to turn his head, those slender and thick eyelashes gently covered, Efforts to protect myself, I still feel pity, people can't help but breed a touch of sympathy.

But the question is, why should he sympathize with a waste?

After the absurdity reached the extreme, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, a real smile. The smile that had never been shown before, but now sincerely raised, it was absurd and funny, so that the whole person laughed lightly, shook his head lightly, and exclaimed, "Oh, my dear God. ."

Those gentle words showed a completely different side, but more and more reflected the cruelty and coldness just now.

Fletcher couldn't help frowning, a little disgusted and a little curious, as if he had seen something new, he frowned and looked at it carefully, then stepped back slightly, and seriously asked his own curious question, " Are you the type to cry alone without a trace?"

Andrew raised his right hand, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and lowered his eyelids to hide his embarrassment. He knew, he knew, it was too late for any cover up, but what else could he do? What should he do? He couldn't control himself, he was completely helpless, and it was a disaster.

Fletcher's brows stretched out again, and his eyes widened, "Do I look like a goddamn double rainbow in your eyes?"

The two sentences before and after are mocking those specific groups of people who are easy to be moved, easy to cry, and easy to satisfy. As long as you see a double rainbow, it is like seeing a unicorn and weeping with joy. Toru seems to be a group of people who live in their own world, extremely hypocritical and extremely pretentious.

Fletcher's words stinged Andrew hard, and he tried to regain his composure, but Fletcher didn't give him a chance.

"You must be very uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable now?" Fletcher pressed step by step, and the blood and blood rain shrouded again.

Andrew gritted his teeth, held his breath, and tried to answer in the strongest way, "No." But the slightly trembling lips revealed the inner fluctuations, and the slightly red eyes revealed grievances, and his mind The fear in him had drowned him, and he had to open his mouth and take a deep breath. The suffocation of drowning made him extremely embarrassed.

"No? So you don't take it seriously at all, right?" Fletcher's words were like daggers, stabbed into Andrew's chest fiercely, leaving no room for maneuver.

Andrew had to turn his head and try to meet Fletcher's gaze, but he didn't dare to raise his head, just a single line of sight was enough to squeeze his shoulders, and now he didn't even dare to lift his chin up, that kind of timidity Having completely crushed his spine, he justified in a dying struggle, "I care..."

Fletcher didn't let Andrew finish, but cut off the words, "Then are you uncomfortable? Yes, or not?"

How should he answer? Yes? Or not? What should he answer to be the correct answer? think! think! But the messed up brain can't think at all, and can't even find a clue!

Andrew's precarious and fragile emotions were once again on the verge of collapse, and he was forced to a corner by Fletcher, unable to turn around or breathe. He pursed his lips hard, the only way to avoid crying directly.

"Yes, it's hard for you," Fletcher concluded.

Andrew nodded again and again unconsciously, and a whisper came from the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

"Say it." Fletcher still refused to stop there.

This forced Andrew to the corner, or the edge of the cliff, and it seemed that he could feel the precarious feeling of the strong wind.

His life was being threatened, he opened his mouth, but the grievances and sadness rushed up, and the voice was blocked like this. He could only slowly squeeze out a hoarse voice from the depths of his throat. The innocence and unwillingness in my heart were all exposed, "I feel very uncomfortable."

Fletcher still didn't let go, and roared further, "Be louder so everyone can hear you."

Andrew only felt that he was completely naked, with no dignity, no pride, and no confidence. He was exposed to everyone at a loss, but he had no choice. He raised his head slightly, but his neck and shoulders were as stiff as stones. Usually, I can't lift it up at all, I can only turn my body awkwardly slightly, grit my teeth, use all my strength, and say loudly, "I'm very uncomfortable!"

"louder please!"

"I am very depressed!"

"Be louder!"

"I'm so sorry!" After roaring out, the tears burst again. There was a thick nasal sound in the voice, and the eyes were filled with hazy and hot tears, like a lost five-year-old child standing in the huge At the crossroads, what to do, but Fletcher didn't make it easy.

The moment Andrew roared, Fletcher's face changed instantly, all the camouflaged tenderness disappeared, and he became a bloody and brutal Tyrannosaurus Rex again, destroying Andrew's final A trace of dignity, not even the bottom line.

"You're a dog/shit/girl/gun with no prospects, no value, no friends, when your mom found out she wasn't the great eugene-o'neil when she was a kid and dumped you and your dad turned away I've grown up, but I ran to Lao Tzu's drum set and cried and blew my nose like his/mother/nine-year-old girl, so he/mom/di said it to me one last time, louder."

Before the rehearsal, Andrew and Fletcher talked about their family, their mother and their father. They never thought that they would now become Fletcher's weapon against him, and even his mother had become a prop to sprinkle salt on the wound. .

Andrew has completely collapsed, tears are streaming down his face, his nose is flowing, his entire cheeks are flushed, and the left cheek is even swollen, the kind of confusion and embarrassment that he just encountered bullying/humiliation/, in the face of the pretended strength that barely maintains his emotions. , becoming more and more cowardly and cowardly, he clenched his fists, clenched his drumsticks tightly, and his muscles were tensed to the extreme, like a volcano erupting in anger, mighty and all the savings All energy is released.

"I am very depressed!"

The mouth opened to the extreme, as if his life was hanging by a thread, and he transmitted his voice in the drowning.

But after he finished shouting, the dirt on his face showed his embarrassment and humility more and more.

Fletcher stood up straight and looked at Andrew with a look of disdain and contempt, just like looking at an ant that fell into the dust, even spitting on a spit was too wasteful, and walked back step by step. , said calmly, "Carl."

This is a call to the original lead drummer Carl Turner.

Carl stood up and came to Andrew's side, ready to take his place.

Andrew just sat there in a daze, the kind of sadness and despair as if witnessing the collapse of a world, grand and magnificent, spectacular and tragic, his shoulders, his head, and his hands all relaxed, finally. He also spit out a breath, and then the whole person fell apart like this, not even a trace of vitality.

Rolling, rolling thoroughly, rolling without leaving a trace of leeway and without a trace of temperature.

"Start practicing hard now, Neiman." Fletcher, however, had already recovered his calmness and calmness, turned his back to Andrew, and casually dropped a sentence, then returned to the back of his conductor's score, adjusted his breathing, and continued. Giving orders, he entered his daily training again, "'Whipping', 125 bars, adult rhythm, five, six, seven...go."

As if... as if nothing had happened just now.

Andrew stood up, gave up his position to Carl, and sat back in his original position. All confidence, pride, and self-esteem were completely crushed into scum, and there was nothing left.

Now, Andrew can't lift his head at all. Even when he stands up to give up his seat, he keeps his head down, as if a heavy mountain is on his shoulders. Every step is so heavy, enough to There were deep potholes on the ground, but this still could not ease Andrew's inner torment.

He just sat quietly on the bench next to the drum set, with his head drooping, no sadness, no anger, no annoyance, no fluctuations, not even the teardrops from the eyelashes and the corners of his eyes were wiped away. In a state of calm numbness, as if he had tried to feel the pain, the whole person sat on the spot with his soul out of his body, and even when the performance started again, he was not in the mood to listen.

Time and space seemed to stop just like that for Andrew.

If anyone is curious about what a world-destroying mental breakdown looks like, Andrew in front of him is the best example.

The air in the entire rehearsal room froze, no one spoke, and no one moved. The quietness was making everyone stiff, and even the fingers didn't dare to move easily, lest he would become a "T-Rex". "The other soul under the claws, that fear and stunned emotions are spreading so fast that Damien is a little hesitant.

The whole scene had been filmed, but Damien still looked left and right, and after hesitating for a while, he cautiously raised his voice, "Cha."