1706 Physical Discomfort

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Andrew lost his position as lead drummer, and before he even covered his heat, Ryan just swaggered in, and then with an even better performance, pushed Andrew out and became the first drummer of the music room band, even though Andrew was emotionally uncontrollable toward him. Fletcher tried his best, but to no avail.

First the alienation of the family, then the loss of the chief, the precariousness of the dream and the loneliness made Andrew feel a deep sense of crisis, he realized that he had been too complacent recently, and obviously there was laxity, but Ryan caught up - and He has no complacent capital at all.

So, Andrew and Nicole broke up. But the way of breaking up is very hurtful, because he thinks that Nicole's existence can't make him great, so he can't continue to "accommodate" Nicole, cruel, cold, bloody, ego, arrogant, ruthless, indifferent, Andrew calmly In a decisive way to say goodbye to Nicole, it can even be said to "abandon" Nicole.

The audience fell into a sense of psychological discomfort again, and the burning sensation brought by the bottom line of moral conscience began to burn in the stomach. Such Andrew was really unlikable, but this feeling soon turned into surprise and consternation. , because Andrew is not only cruel to others, but even more cruel to himself.

In order to regain the top position, Andrew started retreat training, prepared ice cubes in advance, and then began to formally practice the double swing technique, and challenged the ultra-difficult 400 hits in the "Caravan". The audience watched like this Andrew became obsessed little by little, constantly torturing himself, and even if the blood water completely dyed the ice cubes red, he would get carried away into training.

That kind of madness and persistence, that kind of paranoia and fierceness, made the audience numb.

And that's not all.

During the next training session, Fletcher played a piece of jazz and told a story about his apprentice.

A boy who didn't even know the scales, a boy who almost didn't get into Shelford College, but eventually Fletcher got him into the music room band; by his junior year, the boy had become a Lincoln Center Number three, and a year later, he became principal. Sadly, he passed away in a car accident yesterday.

His name is Sean Casey.

Rarely, Fletcher revealed his vulnerability and helplessness, sitting in front of all the band members, quietly telling the story, so deeply in love, he burst into tears.

But the whole rehearsal room was still silent.

Fletcher quickly returned to normal and went back into rehearsals, but apparently he was still a little confused - Ryan Connery, now the lead drummer, had just played his first four beats. Letcher interrupted the practice and shook his head again and again, unable to satisfy the current rhythm.

"Let's try Neiman," Fletcher said.

Andrew, who was sitting peacefully next to him with his arms in his arms, couldn't help but slightly raised the corner of his mouth. Although he calmed down immediately, he still revealed his inner pride and joy.

Now, the three drummers of Andrew Neiman, Ryan Connery, and Carl Turner are the rivals of your life and death, and that invisible bloody feeling is spreading little by little.

And Fletcher is encouraging this, the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.

"Maybe it's time for Neiman to win back the lead," Fletcher said, but after just one four beats, Fletcher stopped playing again. "No, I guess it's okay. Turner!" After four beats, Fletcher kicked his music stand emotionally, "Grass/you/mommy!" The whole person stood up angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Connery gives I roll in front of the drum set!"

Fletcher lowered his voice and said word by word, "Today the three of you can't come up with a rhythm, so let's not go home!" Those light and simple words made the ruthless Li and Grumpy were fully revealed, "One, two, go!" Before even four beats, Fletcher cut off the performance, "Looks like we're going all night. Neiman!"

In another four beats, Fletcher roared at Andrew with his anger wide-eyed and his face grim, "It's not my bloody rhythm!"

Take a deep breath!

Fletcher took a deep breath to calm himself and turned to look at the rest of the band.

"Sorry, everyone. Hate putting everyone through this, if you guys are going to the tuba or coffee or something, now is the best time, because until these drummers can hit his/mom/accurate rhythm, everybody's/he/ Mom/land is not allowed to go home! I'm here to apologize to all the musicians. I mean it. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour."

Then Fletcher turned around and looked at the three drummers, "Did you hear that? Dogs/puppies/children." Little by little, his eyes became cruel and cold, "You better hit me as soon as possible. Four hundred hits! Connery! Get in front of the drums at once!"

torment!

What followed was torment, for the three drummers on the big screen, and for the audience outside the big screen as well.

No Andrew, enter Turner; No Turner, enter Connery; No Connery, enter Andrew again.

The three drummers formed an endless cycle, each competing against themselves, against their opponents, against Fletcher, and against the drum set.

The physical torture has gradually manifested, and everyone is sweating profusely.

It was like being in a sauna room, the sweat completely overwhelmed the clothes, and even the hair could drip out, and the overdraft of physical strength caused the muscles to become stiff; even worse, the tiger's mouth and wrists began to wear, dark red The blood dyed the drumsticks red, and the pain like embroidery needles began to slowly penetrate.

The physical level of torture is making consciousness begin to blur, but compared to the mental level, it does not seem to be so scary. The worst thing is that the physical level of pain is challenging the nerves, while the mental level of collision is repeated. Crush the last remaining sanity. The torment of the double blow is shattering the three drummers.

Even the other musicians, doing nothing to get moldy in the practice room, they could vaguely hear the scolding, the sultry and tense emotions began to slowly spread, making them feel like they were on pins and needles; not to mention the What about the three drummers who are going through it all in the practice room?

They were bathed in Fletcher's swearing and humiliation at this time, not some simple "Damn" or "Damn", but a real personal attack! What kind of race/ethnic/discrimination/discrimination, what personality/insult/humiliation, what family and friends, what political correctness, completely lost the shackles of the bottom line and boundaries, Fletcher brought mental torture that he could not endure beyond his imagination. Like a pair of giant hands, tearing their souls apart bit by bit.

The entire auditorium was tense. The dull and hot suffocation penetrated the shackles of the big screen, making every audience feel the same. Every second of watching the movie became a torment. It made people restless, the urge to run away began to surge in my mind, the scorching heat in the stomach continued to roll, and every cell in the body was screaming and screaming.

The psychological and physical discomfort reached its peak at this moment.

Then the audience looked at Andrew, who was in madness. Hot sweat dripped from his hair. In the light brown pupils, it seemed that the devil was showing his teeth and claws; his pale, bloodless cheeks revealed a sense of loss. The sense of collapse of the soul is like standing on the edge of a cliff and it is precarious, and then the devil hidden in the depths of his eyes seems to be able to break free at any time, tear open this skin, and break out of the ground.

That feeling of shock and fear mixed in is truly chilling.

"The devil... the devil!"

That's the only thought in the audience's mind right now.

Even if Fletcher was screaming in his ear, even if Fletcher kept hitting the instrument to break the rhythm, even if Fletcher lifted the snare drum straight up and threw it away... Andrew still didn't stop beating, and then you can watch By the time the dark red blood could no longer be controlled, it flowed out from the wound of the tiger's mouth, slid down the drumstick, and sprinkled on the drum surface, blooming like a plum blossom.

Finally, someone in the auditorium couldn't bear it anymore, and retched fiercely again, but the most terrifying thing was that even the sound of retching was tightly covered in the palm of his hand, lest the slightest sound of his own might become a fiend. The object of Letcher's anger may also become the object of Andrew's innermost being swallowed up by the devil.

The boundary between fantasy and reality becomes irrelevant at this moment.

Finally, Andrew won the first position, and the time had already pointed to two in the morning. The entire competition lasted for nearly five hours. In a trance, it was like the late night when the devil danced wildly.

But the band continued to practice, and when they left the practice room, all the band members were in a trance, especially after the three drummers were exhausted, but... the competition will be held at 5 o'clock this afternoon, Frye Toru has repeatedly emphasized that everyone must give themselves at least two hours of time, and never be late!

But Murphy's Law is like that, the things you fear most often come true.

Andrew was not late. Although he was sluggish, he caught up with the bus in time, but the bus's tire blowout was an unexpected situation. In the panic, Andrew had to get off the bus, but stopped at an unknown He couldn't even find a taxi on the street here, so he could only choose to rent a car temporarily and rush to the game.

Still, Andrew was late.

Fletcher decided to hand over the chief position to Ryan Connery, which made Andrew's emotions explode directly. The nerve that was so tense seemed to be broken at any time, even in the face of Frye. Che, Andrew also directly hurled swear words, came forward and fought for his rights:

This he/mo/ is my chief position!

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