1707 Completely Out of Control
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Fletcher and Andrew were facing each other.
In the terrifying atmosphere where the audience was so surprised that their eyeballs almost fell, Andrew stepped forward, argued hard, and gave a shot for his chief position, "This is my position!"
"This is my position!" Fletcher shot back, "I'll give it to whoever I want! Usually I'll give it to someone with a drumstick."
Andrew realized that he had left his drumsticks in the rental car, but he said, "I forgot I was in the car. I'll be right back. Five minutes!"
"I'm starting to warm up now." Fletcher was inhumane.
Andrew is still fighting, "I can use Ryan's drumsticks..."
"Neiman, the chief is not yours anymore." Fletcher remained unmoved.
Recalling the nearly five hours of torture and suffering last night, Andrew refused to disarm, "No, I didn't! You can't do that!"
"No?" Fletcher opened his mouth like a life-devouring shark. "When did you become a goddamn expert to tell me what to do? What not to do? You bloody flat-chested match girl!"
Andrew's eyes widened, his face grim, "I won that position!"
"You haven't won anything. I mean/you/he/mom/what a self-righteous slut/good/!" Fletcher was still full of foul language, "The reason you became the chief was because you 'lost' the score. "Turner's sheet music. "You got into the Music Room Band because I told you exactly what I wanted when you were in the Nassau Band!"
Double swing.
"am I wrong?"
Andrew had no way to refute, "No." But the words refused to give in, "I joined the music room band because..."
Ryan interrupted Andrew's words with a loud voice, "Why can't you just get out of here?"
"Hey!" Andrew snarled, turning straight away, his eyes red, "Fuck off! Johnny-utah, turn over my score! Bitch!"
Ryan rubbed his gums viciously, but couldn't refute.
"Hey!" Fletcher interrupted Andrew's catharsis, "I can let you go whenever I want!"
"You don't have the guts to let me go now!" Andrew challenged Fletcher's authority.
Fletcher's eyeballs almost burst open, "Try it! You're a / soft / hard!" Then, Fletcher glared at Andrew sternly, "It's eleven minutes until five-thirty, my The band is going on stage, and until then, if you don't come on stage with your damn drumsticks, or if you dare he/mom/ hit the wrong beat! One! I'll throw you to Nassau right away, Turn the score for others until you graduate or drop out! When you get out of Shelford, you'll make your dad look like a successful man!"
"clear?"
"Or, let that goddamn Johnny Utah be chief now! Your choice."
Johnny Utah, the name of the male protagonist of the 1991 Keanu Reeves work "Breaking Point", first a football quarterback and then transferred to fbi, and then pretended to be a surfer to join the crime team to solve the case, in short, it is It seems that everything can be done, but everything is not perfect, and in the end, it can only be the role of "turning the score".
That's what Andrew called Ryan, and that's what Fletcher now calls Ryan. This is a very detail. Ryan standing behind Andrew has become a background wall unknowingly. It seems that not long ago, he was still a competitor with Andrew on par with each other, and in a blink of an eye, he has become an irrelevant Little pawn.
The audience at the scene was not able to clearly capture the changes in details, but they gradually forgot Ryan's existence in their minds. All eyes were focused on Andrew and Fletcher, who were fighting in the chamber, and held their breath nervously.
In the face of Fletcher's aggressive and powerful momentum, Andrew's eyes darkened little by little, and it seemed that he could clearly feel that the light brown pupils were turning pitch black. The devil's wings in circulation are slowly unfolding.
"That's my position!" Andrew said word by word, his voice almost burst from the depths of his throat, and a powerful momentum slammed into Fletcher, "I will be on stage!" Then, Andrew turned to leave.
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crash.
In the midst of all the chaos, when Andrew was passing through the intersection, he didn't pay attention to the oncoming cars from the left and right, and was hit by a big red truck directly in the middle.
The whole world was spinning, and Andrew's head was covered in blood, but his eyes only noticed one thing: it was 5:31, and he missed the game.
Andrew struggled to climb out of the car, completely ignoring the dissuasion of the other driver in the accident, grabbed his drumstick, and then ran towards the competition ground. With his steps, he wiped away the blood stains that blurred his vision, and rushed into the arena in a self-absorbed manner, and walked onto the stage covered in blood.
Then, play.
All the band members were stunned; so was the entire audience in the screening room. In a performance, the audience on both sides of the reality and the virtual are combined into one, sitting in front of the same stage.
Everyone just opened their mouths slightly like this, staring at the incredible scene in front of them--
Blood kept slipping from Andrew's forehead, blurring his vision; his hands were covered with viscous and bright blood, which obviously affected the movement of holding the drumsticks in both hands; because of the severe pain, his body began to tremble, not to mention hitting The rhythm was over, and even the drumsticks could not hold steady, and finally fell directly to the ground.
However, Andrew was still playing with his teeth clenched. Even if the drumstick fell, he picked it up again and continued to play. The paranoia that burst out from those eyes, like a devil breaking a cocoon, distorted the whole face, and then penetrated the shackles of the big screen, holding the heart of the audience tightly, with force, force, and bloody dark temperament The audience could not help but hold their breath.
Madness! Andrew has gone completely crazy! Even though the body's ability to withstand it has reached the extreme, it relies on a force of will to support it, really burns life, and performs on the stage. At this time, it is as if the devil is playing.
The performance was finally interrupted. Andrew's performance was forced to be interrupted, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't even sit still; Ryan and Turner, who were sitting behind him, both showed panic and panic, but they were on camera. The figure gradually blurred and became the background.
Fletcher interrupted the performance, walked up to Andrew, and said calmly and calmly, "You're done." Not because of the interruption, nor because of the horrific sight in front of him, but because Andrew's rhythm hit was wrong - he Just said that as long as one beat is wrong, then Andrew is finished.
A show is a show, and Carnegie Hall is Carnegie Hall. Andrew is a lunatic, and Fletcher is also a lunatic. At this moment, the most important thing is not Andrew's life - the appearance of being covered in blood is really too terrifying, shouldn't you be worried about the danger of Andrew's life? But they still keep an eye on Andrew's career.
Andrew ruined Fletcher's career, and now Fletcher is going to ruin Andrew's career. The two devils were dancing a tango in the midst of the raging flames, so thrilling that the audience was completely unconscious, and they could only stare at the hideousness behind Fletcher's calm face.
Andrew exploded, and he understood what Fletcher meant in an instant, so he lost control completely, kicked the drum directly, and flew directly to Fletcher with a flying pounce, pinching Fletcher with both hands. His neck, his eyes were red, and his expression was distorted, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" He was completely irrational, and the blood continued to drip like this, but he turned a deaf ear, just frantic and foaming. Roaring, "Grass! Fletcher! Grass! Grass!"
Andrew is done.
There was no sound in the auditorium, from inside to outside the screen. Even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared, but inside the screen there was numbness and indifference, while outside the screen there was shock and fear , The dual discomfort at the psychological and physiological level accompanied the film process to deepen step by step, watching Andrew step by step... crazy, the horror twist finally reached its climax at this time.
...
The next five minutes became the most wonderful clip in the movie. The editing of the double-line and double-line intertwined scenes explained the changes after that game.
Andrew was expelled from Shelford College. In the video again, he was a child who was simply immersed in the fun of drumming. His eyes were full of fragile and sad tears, but after all, the light was powerlessly dissipated, as if he had buried himself— - Not dreams and future, but the past self.
Then, Andrew sorted and discarded everything about the drum kit, even the drum kit, all albums, books, and videos, all emptied.
Meanwhile, Andrew's father, Jim, found a lawyer.
Through the mouth of the lawyer, Andrew learned that Sean Casey, the disciple who moved Fletcher to tears, did not die in a car accident, but hanged himself. After he became Fletcher's disciple, he always suffered from emotional anxiety. The ordeal, but Sean's family is not wealthy, there is no way to sue Fletcher. The Neimans were middle class, and Jim wasn't going to let Fletcher go.
Andrew hesitated, he didn't want to do it; but he no longer had his dreams and persistence, he could only return to the family, looking at his father's concerns and expectations, he nodded and agreed to testify, "You tell me, I How should I say it?" Andrew said to the lawyer.
Life returned to peace in this way, and Andrew, like Nicole, became an ordinary young man, working part-time in a breakfast restaurant; then he started to apply for Columbia University again, and according to his father's expectations, he joined the mainstream of society with millions of people. Like young people, start planning for your future "down to earth" work.
Sir, seems to have nothing to do with his life anymore.
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