walk with jimmy

Chapter 155 Choose 2 from 1

In the eyes of many uninformed people, James is a troublemaker, as if he is always causing trouble all day long.

Even Lance once felt so, so much so that he once thought he was the only one for James.

Until one year later, when James celebrated his birthday, he kept a low profile without notifying anyone, and only said that he called some friends to get together.

Lance didn't think he could have many friends. As a result, when the day came, 80 to [-] people came to 'get together'.

Moreover, although most of them play music, besides these people, there are painters, poets, pioneer artists, and football players, etc. A series of people involved in various industries.It can be said that the scope of this communication is so wide that it is simply jaw-dropping.

For this reason, Lance was lost for a long time.

His mood is probably: "I thought I was the only one for you, but I didn't expect that you have so many walls outside..."

Therefore, after firing bass player Theo, when Lance and Baldwin couldn't find a suitable person, James, who had the widest social circle, was no longer decadent. After a little seriousness, a new candidate was immediately found, and Sander was successfully found. Mori.

This time, after Lance couldn't find a suitable drummer, his first reaction was naturally to seek advice from him.

James didn't respond at first.

His current mood is terrible, and he has developed a feeling of boredom with the entire planetary band, and even has a negative mentality of "let the band disband" in a broken jar.

Lance seemed to realize something.

He gave James a deep look and said, "Anyway, the planets are our band."

"But it's also Baldwin's, Theo's..."

James said silently in his heart.

After that, he ran to a relatively remote and desolate small church, knelt down devoutly under the cross and prayed: "God, angel! No matter who of you is at home today, please answer me. Tell me, what should I do?" Do it?"

At this time, a voice magically sounded: "You must take the planet with you, and bravely rush forward!"

"...It doesn't sound like the giant muscled angel, so, who is this? Is this the voice of God?"

James raised his head in astonishment, thinking in his heart with a face full of surprise.

So, he continued to pray: "God! You mean, let me quickly recruit a new drummer and continue to perform with the band again?"

The voice said: "Yes, yes, you have to work hard! I'm still waiting to see your concert."

This god is too grounded!

James thought for a moment.

Then, he felt something was wrong again, so he couldn't help asking tentatively: "Then...do you want to see our concert? Do you want tickets? I have tickets here..."

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" A ragged, beggar-like tramp jumped out from behind the cross.

He has uncut, messy hair and beard, and a dirty face that hasn't been washed for days, but he has a pair of enthusiastic eyes: "Jimmy, Jimmy, give me the ticket."

"Grass mud horse! Who the hell are you!" James was shocked.

"Didn't you pray to me just now? You said you would give me the ticket!" the homeless man said excitedly.

"I fucking told God..."

"God can't come down, I can! I can replace him!"

Paralyzed for you! !

James jumped up angrily: "Fuck you, dare to play me!"

He rushed over aggressively, intent on whipping the deceitful bastard.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the tramp ran away.

But while running, he shouted: "I'm a fan, you can't hit a fan! I'm a fan! I'm a fan! You can't hit a fan!"

The two ran several laps around the church.

But that homeless man runs so fast, he looks like a rabbit!

James couldn't catch up with him at all, so he could only shout behind him breathlessly: "Do you still want a fucking ticket?"

"Yes, yes!" the tramp finally stopped.

James strode up, grabbed him, and punched him: "Stupid! The show hasn't been confirmed yet, there is a ticket for P!"

The homeless man started screaming and wailing.

But in fact, no one was hit at all...

James clenched his fists and raised them in the air. He was speechless for a while, and suddenly felt strange and boring again.

Finally, the two squatted outside the church and smoked together.

The homeless man sighed while smoking a cigarette: "Actually, I have watched your concert for several years."

"Oh."

James asked casually, "How do you feel about that?"

"Yes, I have!"

The homeless man began to cry miserably: "Tickets are very expensive, and they are getting more and more expensive. I have been picking up garbage for a long time before I can buy a performance ticket on the top of the mountain."

James simply cried miserably: "But I also want to support myself by singing. Tickets are not expensive. What can I eat and drink? Do you want to drink Northwest Wind?"

But after finishing speaking, he couldn't hold back and asked again: "Since it's too expensive, why don't you stop watching it? Why the hell do you still want to watch it?"

The tramp couldn't help sighing.

He puffed out smoke rings vicissitudes of life: "Who told me to like you, I have to support you even if I pick up trash."

James was so 'moved' that he was about to cry: "...Oh, I use you to support you, idiot!"

After that, he ran off to find a drummer for the band.

What else can I do?

Come to think of it, how can you tell your fans 'there's no show' when even the fucking bum says he's saving up to buy tickets to your shows.

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

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

this night...

The Naughty Boys had just finished a performance, and all the members returned to the temporary lounge backstage one after another.

Lead singer Ablit was sitting in front of the mirror taking off his makeup when he heard a knock on the door.

Without looking back, he yelled, "Who is by the door? Go and open the door."

Then, the sound of walking and the door opening sounded from behind...

But after the door was opened, all the noise in the house stopped for a moment.

"What's going on? Who's here?" Ablit turned his head in surprise.

Then, he saw James, the lead singer of the Planetary Band, and Lance, the guitarist, walked into the lounge.

"What the hell! What are you doing here?"

Ablit immediately lowered his face, and asked dissatisfiedly: "I don't remember inviting you."

Lance said nothing.

He took a rare half step back and gave up the right to speak to the outside world.

James glanced at everyone in the lounge before turning his head and saying, "Our drummer Baldwin Barlow has left the team."

"I know." Ablit said subconsciously.

Then, he gloated again: "But it's none of my fucking business!"

James just looked at him and said, "I want Abe!"

Ablit was stunned: "What? Say it again!"

"Abe. Come on, look over there, standing there, with a ponytail, stupid, with a chain around his neck, your former drummer." James was considerate of his "low IQ", and pointed him out patiently refer to.

Ablit immediately gave him a vicious look.

It wasn't that he didn't hear clearly just now, but was too shocked.

Things developed so unexpectedly!

These days, there are still people who openly come to the door and poach the wall in person?

What's going on here?

Too arrogant, right?

In the lounge, the members of the Naughty Boys Band also showed puzzled looks.

Aibei, the drummer who was named at the side, was completely confused, and had to explain in a hurry to the surrounding teammates: "I don't know, I really don't know, I don't know that there is such a thing, it has nothing to do with me Yes, really!"

God knows, although he hasn't been very happy in the naughty boy band recently, he didn't find another place behind his back!

"You gotta give me what the fuck you want? That's my drummer!"

At this time, Ablit finally came back to his senses, and cursed aggressively: "Get out! Don't give it!"

"However, since Abe fell off the mobile stage last year and broke his leg and rested for two months, you have found a new drummer Hooks to replace him. But after he recovers... so far, there have been You didn't let him participate in five consecutive performances."

James analyzed in a reasonable and slow manner: "Since you have the new drummer Hooks and you don't need him anymore, why don't you give it to me?"

Hooks, the new drummer of the Naughty Boys who has been performing on stage for Abe, immediately glanced at Abulet with some anxiety.

He was worried that he would be cannon fodder.

But Ablit was about to suffocate.

He roared angrily: "Why are you inquiring about our band? What are you inquiring about about our band? Which drummer I would like to use has nothing to do with you? You fucking manage the planet first and don't disband!"

"That's right, in order not to disband, didn't I come to find the drummer?" James was not angry at all.

He continued to irritate people calmly and unhurriedly: "Do you need him or not? I don't need to take him away. If you want to use him, you can lend me the drummer Hooks over there for a while. One You can't have two drummers in a band, can you? Come on, choose one, sooner or later. You have to make a decision, right? Listen to me, Ablit, you have to be brave! Don't be indecisive, like a woman! Kinda Rock star snappy look. Come on, don't be a jerk, choose!"

Ablit was almost fainted.

But before he straightened out the relationship...

The former drummer Abbe and the recent backup drummer Hooks all looked to Ablitt.

Even though I knew it meant to be provocative, but this matter is indeed 'one band can't have two drummers'.

There is nothing wrong with that!

Therefore, although the two of them didn't say a word, it was obvious that James had grasped his mind, and he couldn't help showing a questioning expression of "Which one do you want to choose" in his eyes looking at Ablit.

Ablit was almost pissed off.

He thought to himself: "Fuck you, choose one of the two! Choose one of the other shit! You're the goddamn choice. That's obviously my drummer, the drummer I worked so hard to find, If you don't come to make trouble, I will have nothing to do here."

I've never seen such a shameless person.

Unexpectedly, he came to the door to snatch the drummer openly and aboveboard, and even snatched a righteous speech.