1704 Teenage Troubles

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Andrew Neiman is a freshman at the Shelford School of Music, chasing his musical dreams.

Adolescents are always immersed in their own world, full of thoughts and stubbornness. Andrew is no exception.

He was eager to make a breakthrough on the music road. His father expressed his support but couldn't understand it. He just thought he was too paranoid. "You have other options. When you reach my age, you will be able to see it. now." But he couldn't understand his father, "I don't want to look away."

He is eager to start a relationship, and the youthful manic depression is surging. He secretly falls in love with the waiter girl in the cinema, but he doesn't even dare to look at each other; there are always too many ideals and wishes waiting in his heart. Realized, but trapped in reality, struggling like a trapped beast.

He aspires to be Buddy Ritchie, and in private he constantly listens to Buddy Ritchie, then secretly imitates Buddy's style in his daily practice, fantasizing himself as Buddy, standing in Lincoln On the center stage, perform for audiences all over the world and show their talents.

As a freshman, he joined a school band and became the second drummer, but was unhappy. Ryan, the number one drummer in the band, is his envy, handsome, suave, and talented - Ryan left for a while, went on vacation, and came back with his beautiful/sexy/sexy girlfriend , the band members expressed their warm welcome.

"It was a real disaster when Neiman was sitting behind the drum set."

A band member gave Ryan a big hug, expressing their nostalgia for Ryan in this way.

Andrew sat quietly behind the drum set, watching all this in front of him. He is longing, longing for his talent to be recognized, but from family to school, his life circle is strictly suppressed, almost breathless, and seems to be out of tune with the whole world.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, not a smile, but an arc that pretended to be relieved, but there was a lingering bitterness in the depths of his light brown eyes. Ryan apologized to him on behalf of the team members, and he could only smile back to show that he didn't care - look, this is Ryan, and even the character design is so perfect.

But Andrew and Ryan, and every student at the school who was studying an instrument, were eager to join the same orchestra: the studio-band.

This band is the top of the school's top. Only the best and most talented students can join. The strength and ability of the band have reached a professional level. Every member may become a real professional musician after graduation. , perform on the big stage of Lincoln Center, or sign a contract with a professional jazz company, or become a famous master.

Everyone wants to be a part of it, but not everyone succeeds.

Today, the opportunity has come.

Fletcher showed up, and it was the black suit—still a black suit today, as if there were countless black suits in his closet that could be worn over and over again, and there was never a shortage of black suits; the It is the conductor of the music room band, who controls the life and death of the entire band, as well as the future hope of all students.

"cute."

Fletcher said this about the score the band was working on, his unflappable, understated expression with sarcasm and sneering, not sharp but icy.

Cello, trombone, saxophone, Fletcher checked each instrument one by one, and even without a four-beat, he was able to complete the judgment, and a single gesture of picking up the sound could directly determine the fate of each musician, Before he even had time to breathe, he came to the drummer.

"Drummer, try the double swing."

Ryan played first, a four-beat, cut-off performance.

"Back? Same."

Andrew stepped forward, a four-beat, and cut off the performance.

Afterwards, Fletcher checked the bass again and thought about it seriously on the spot. He seemed helpless and struggling, but he finally let out a long sigh, "Drummer, come with me."

A happy smile appeared on Ryan's face, and he could hardly hide his excitement and excitement. He lowered his eyes, closed his smile, and tried his best to keep calm and avoid looking too smug. In the envious eyes of the audience, he slowly stood up, looking like a gladiator who had just defeated his opponent.

Andrew was a little distracted and stared at the side, but the focus and focal distance had collapsed. It seemed that his entire brain was blank, and he entered a state of no thoughts and no thoughts, as if... as if he was avoiding looking at Ryan, and then he It will reveal the envy and jealousy in your heart. However, there was no color in those eyes, it was just speculation, no one could know the reason why Andrew made such a move.

Fletcher looked back and said repeatedly, "No no no, another drummer."

Ryan's movements stiffened.

Andrew raised his eyes suddenly, there was a hint of surprise in those eyes, his brain hadn't completely turned around, he didn't know what happened for a while, and then he saw Fletcher stop and turn around , the serious face was expressionless, but there was a faint impatience in it, as if to say: not willing?

Andrew straightened his waist immediately, couldn't help holding his breath, made the whole person stand upright, and then stood up slowly.

He is controlling his emotions, from the tightness of the shoulder and neck muscles

The degree can be seen - the suppression after the hands are clenched into fists, involving the muscles of the whole body; at the same time, the slightly dilated pupils and slightly tight jaw can also be seen - after holding your breath, all physiological/physical The characteristics have inevitably changed, and even the cheeks are slightly flushed.

The only change is the look.

Those light brown eyes shone with a slight flash, which could vaguely capture the surging inner turmoil, which was in sharp contrast with the calm and almost rigid deity on the surface, so much so that every step forward was trembling. When he trembled, every cell in his body could feel his excitement, like the stormy waves under the calm lake.

Andrew walked up to Fletcher with a blank face and cautiously, like a robot walking a tightrope, and finally stopped.

"Room b16, six o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late." Fletcher said softly, then turned and left, as if he didn't notice Andrew's anomaly at all—or rather, he didn't care at all.

Andrew stood there and blinked his eyes lightly, and now he finally had a sense of reality-he realized what the scene just now meant, pursed the corner of his mouth slightly, and then calmed down; he turned around, With a mastery of calm, he walked back towards his seat one step at a time.

All the eyes of the audience were projected towards Andrew, surprised? Surprised? envious? anger? Disdain? But no matter what, Andrew, who was usually hidden in the corner, stood under the highly anticipated light, and Ryan, who was always kind and kind, was not willing to look at Andrew at all at this time, not even a single glance. , the slightly tight curve of his jaw revealed the burning anger in his heart.

Andrew went back to his seat and the band played again - Ryan was still the first drummer, but...he was in the music room band! The smile at the corner of Andrew's mouth could not be held back after all, and it rose up, pure and clean, like a child who got the most beloved toy.

This is the best moment of Andrew's life.

...

Andrew took the initiative to send out a date invitation to the girl in the movie theater, her name was Nicole; then he went to the music room early in the morning to rehearse with the band. He almost thought he was late, and rushed all the way to the practice room, only to find that there was no one there. In the foggy situation, I thought I went to the wrong room, but I didn't expect it, but I saw the schedule at the door of the practice room:

Practice starts at nine in the morning.

This was Fletcher's first dismantling, but it was just the simplest and most ordinary one.

Nine o'clock is nine o'clock, every second is not bad, Fletcher appeared. When Fletcher appeared, the youthful vitality in the entire practice room disappeared, just like the Dementors in "Harry Potter" Appears normal, and then Andrew understands the reason - hell, this is hell.

Every measure, every note, every detail, Fletcher can grasp accurately and meticulously; any little mistake, Fletcher will show his own vicious tongue style, scolding the musicians to shame Difficult, "shame" isn't even enough to describe the harsh comments.

Fletcher scolded the chief trombone on the spot. Andrew didn't even know what went wrong, which made Andrew panic.

During the intermission, Andrew began to prepare quickly, he definitely did not want to be kicked out of the band on his first day in the music room, that would be a real disaster. Unexpectedly, Fletcher started a conversation with Andrew cordially, without the demeanor of the devil coach just now, and even used Charlie Parker as an example to describe Andrew, which made Andrew gradually relax.

But the next five minutes became Andrew's nightmare.

Stormy rain! A real blast! It started from verbal humiliation, and gradually escalated to physical beatings-Fletcher slapped Andrew fiercely to beat the rhythm, allowing Andrew to judge whether it was rushing or dragging; it even made Andrew look like a coward Generally committed to their own distress and injury. Andrew collapsed completely and was completely crushed to pieces.

In the end, after the practice was over, he fled the practice room in embarrassment.

The entire auditorium was silent, and the audience could even faintly feel the involuntary backward movement of the audience, leaning their backs firmly on the back of the chair, looking for a sense of security, the kind of fear and shock that passed through the big screen, hearty and vivid I let it out, almost forgetting to breathe.

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