walk with jimmy

Chapter 131 Various Ideas

Good things usually come once in a few years, but bad things usually like to happen consecutively.

Destiny, the little bitch, likes to play this trick the most. When someone is unlucky, she comes up with a blow and beats him, wishing to beat him to death directly.

So, after escaping from the venue, while still in the car, a fierce quarrel broke out between the four members of the band.

Lance was the first to get angry at Theo: "What the hell are you doing? What kind of shit are you playing on stage?"

"Is it all my problem? Can you stop targeting me every day!" Theo jumped up angrily: "Is it me who fucking said in Manchester that Liverpool is going to win the championship?"

"I didn't say Liverpool was going to win the championship, although Liverpool should have fucking won the championship, but they have already lost." James immediately interjected.

"Enough! Don't mention Liverpool anymore, okay?" Baldwin tried to stop him with a headache.

"What's the matter with you?"

It was good that Baldwin didn't say a word. As soon as he spoke, James became angry, and immediately turned his gun: "I gave you the fucking show list, and you typed it wrong when it came up! What the **** has to do with Liverpool, I just Say a wrong word, and you are all fucking out of shape today!"

Baldwin was also annoyed immediately: "How do I know that the list of performances is wrong? What the fuck I saw was..."

"It's a P! What else do you have on your mind besides being with your wife these days?" James scolded directly.

"Shut up!" Lance said with a cold face, "Isn't it enough?"

"Speak as if you have no responsibility at all."

Theo yelled unconvinced again: "You played it wrong yourself!"

Lance couldn't bear it and exploded.

He shouted at everyone: "What the hell is wrong with me? I spend more than ten or twenty hours a day in the recording studio, writing and composing songs for the band, and I don't even have a private time! What about you? What does mom do all day long? Making movies? Taking your wife shopping? Playing football?"

James raised his head abruptly, with an expression of disbelief.

It was the first time he realized that there was such a big resentment in Lance's heart.

"If I also take that much money, I can fucking..." Theo shut his mouth abruptly, his face extremely ugly.

"Okay, finally tell the truth!"

Lance clapped his hands for him with a sneer, and said mockingly: "If you want money, don't go to the fucking mirror to see if you are worthy. Do you have that ability? Who has a problem with me? Say it! Why don't you just say it today!"

"Okay, Lance!" Baldwin said, preventing.

"Why, you also want to talk about money with me?" Lance immediately fought back like a hedgehog.

At this moment, there was no sound in the car.

Everyone stopped talking, and no one smoothed things over. In other words, no one could guarantee whether the smooth words would trigger another round of quarrels, because the topic was too sensitive.

James was a little confused as to how the conversation had gotten to this point.

Confused, he slowly cast his eyes on Theo who first mentioned this topic...

But Theo avoided his eyes, looked out of the car window silently, and kept his mouth shut.

James then moved his eyes to the side, and the drummer Baldwin frowned in annoyance, with a preoccupied look, which made him a little disappointed; finally, he moved his eyes again, and found that the black-haired guitarist did not need to comfort himself at all, There was an almost mean ironic look on his face, without any hint of sadness, just a kind of indifference of 'I had expected it', and, extremely aggressive, as if he was surrounded by enemies.

What is this called?

What is this called?

He thought to himself: "Is this my fucking brother? This is my fucking brother! This is my fucking good brother!"

It took him a long time to let go of that.

When you want to do a difficult thing, individual strength is insufficient, and you must rely on collective strength. Therefore, everyone will gather together and work towards the same goal.

But when things are done, individuals need to break away from the collective to develop independently.So, it's not that people have changed, it's just that for them, the collective has become a kind of shackle.

——Everyone has his own way to go, and people are not machines. We can't ask a person to dedicate his life to one thing.

——What's more, everyone wants to be the protagonist, who is willing to be a supporting role for a lifetime?

——It's like the transfer of a professional football player.

——It’s not disloyalty, it’s just that you have your own career.

But at the time, James was heartbroken.

The point is not the chaos of the performance, but that he suddenly discovered that the band that had always thought to be united had such a problem, and the members who thought they were like brothers also had their own thoughts.

At this moment, all the things that had been ignored before came to mind.

Every time Baldwin brought up family matters, he was more silent than ever, and there were countless times of exhaustion and pressure because of his family; I'll go>, but Lance's cold look when he thinks it's not suitable to release a single; and Lance...

James doesn't want to think too badly of the person he likes, although that is indeed a bad guy.

The sarcasm, defense, and attack on Ke Lance's face, which seemed to have been expected, were still too sad, as if he had never regarded Baldwin and Theo as close teammates and brothers, and his indifference made people feel chilled.

"It's all like this, how can we be teammates and brothers in the future!"

James asked himself repeatedly in his heart: "How the hell are we brothers?"

He later wrote in his diary:

[Back when there was nothing in the band, we were so close and hung out all day, ate together, lived together, fought together, drank together, and even fucking pissed together!] ]

[At that time, we stood on the stage every day, and there was only one thing in our minds, and that was how to perform, how to make the audience pee their pants so high! ]

[But now? ]

[Oh shit!Oh shit!Oh shit!Hold! ]

That night, when he finally got back to the hotel, Lance seemed to want to say something to James.

But James is in a bad mood now and doesn't want to talk to him.

He ran to the front desk to open another room, got in with his room card, and slammed the door behind him without hesitation.

Lance chased all the way to the door, almost hitting it.

He bit his lip and stared at the closed door. After a long time, he slammed his fist on the wall next to him.

"Well, whiskey, vodka, brandy, whatever, just bring me a few bottles."

In the room, James picked up the phone without stopping for a moment, and called the customer service: "Yes, there is no special request, any brand is fine. I want a large bottle, a super large bottle, and some ice cubes if you have it! Ask...Quick, Hurry up."

After getting himself very drunk, he finally stopped being so sad, and successfully left the whole world behind.

—Lance, the Beatles are so good!

- We will be better.

Fuck you better!

He suddenly laughed while drinking: "Hahahahaha, it's so funny! After a few pieces of shit stood on the stage, they all regarded themselves as fucking rock stars! How did you sing that song?"

—It was no use crying, shouting, complaining.

——Because the rules of the game are like this...

——When you are on the battlefield, you can't turn your head back!

— Another drink!

The following day, the riots sparked by the Planets in Manchester made immediate headlines.

There is no doubt that the cause of the confusion was put down to: the frontman's blatant provocation of United fans in Manchester.

This pot is really solid.

So, after James was woken up by the phone in the guest room, he picked up the phone and heard a question: "Jimmy, what do you think of the chaos at the show last night?"

It sounded like a reporter from that newspaper had somehow managed to get a phone call and called in.

Maybe it was stuffed money for the hotel staff?

But fuck it!

James' head was still dizzy at this time.

He drunkenly replied "Fuck you" and hung up the phone.

Later, he found out that it was a bloody variety show...

That is, he said good morning to viewers across the country watching the show with 'fuck you'.

Okay, sounds pretty cool.

But even though James doesn't care about taking the blame.

But the other three members of the planetary band are still frank enough.

They didn't push all the responsibilities to the lead singer, but stood up one after another to shoulder their own responsibilities.

Baldwin first confessed: "I took the wrong program for the show. I beat the wrong drum at the beginning. I'm sorry."

Theo also explained: "I'm sorry, due to work conflicts, I didn't play well in a few places."

Lance said blankly: "When Baldwin and Theo made a mistake, I was so fucking insane. So, I also played it wrong later. I'm sorry, it's my responsibility."

Baldwin & Theo: ... grass mud horse!

Things are back to square one.

Everyone is whitewashing the peace and maintaining the harmony on the surface.

As for the media's comments... just ignore it.

Anyway, rock bands are not idols, and they have never been responsible for being a good example or image. That is the job of the beach boy group.

But some cracks still remain in the hearts of every member after all.

Before the tour is over, everyone has their own thoughts...

Under the instigation of those attendants, no, the professional planning team, Theo frequently took on a bunch of messy affairs, such as guest appearances in variety TV shows, movies, and TV series, and stood on the screen like an idiot, and his exposure rate soared. For a time the limelight was very strong.

That's probably what he wanted, to stand out on his own, not as a bass player who was always invisible.

Baldwin's wife, Pompon, seems to have a clue.

She didn't have any bad intentions, just like Theo's parents, she wanted Baldwin to change careers, and asked naively: "If you also go to make movies, don't you need to go on tour and run around like this?" Is it? Can we have a family and settle down from now on?"

Baldwin said with a wry smile: "I can't act, I'm just a drummer."

With Puffy's disappointed expression, he probably really wanted to calm down all his wife's anxieties.

Lance did nothing to stop everything that happened.

He watched and let it go, as if he had his own thoughts in his heart.

But at that time...

What is Jimmy thinking again? "

Many years later, James said: "I think it is actually very simple. I just think, can Lance's hairline stop moving back? This is really a big test for love."

The author has something to say: Actually, Jimmy is hurting Lance.