walk with jimmy

Chapter 188 The So-Called Reorganization

Mike and Lance promptly ended their relationship with each other after the deadly show.

Due to the cancellation of several performances one after another, Lance lost some money and went in.However, he has always been unique in financial management, and a large amount of copyright fees are recorded every year, and he doesn't care about the little money he loses.

It's just... the unlucky Mike left a psychological shadow, and almost never gave a concert in the second half of his life. The two bastards are really harmful.

But with the advent of the Internet age, it doesn't matter if there is no concert and it doesn't affect the sales of songs.

In addition, this performance also brought great surprises to the planet's former fan base.

Lance and Jimmy got together and performed on the same stage for a short time, which made them excited, and they couldn't help having a lively discussion, and looked forward to the reunion of the twin stars (on the stage). Ever since Lance used his bodyguards to drive away all the fans who surrounded him, no fans dared to block him), just to ask 'Is the planet going to reorganize'?

James never thought of this possibility at all.

Even though he just finished fooling around with Lance, and admitted that the relationship between the two is still there, relationship and career are completely different things.

Even if they slept together, it couldn't change the status quo that they parted ways long ago in their careers.

Besides, he is quite happy to be in his own band. The Black Dogs are not as good as Planet, but they are also thriving. Although the chemical reaction between him and Stewart is not as strong as that of Lance, they gradually get along with each other after getting used to each other. Music is enough.

Therefore, whether it is a familiar fan or the media came to ask about this matter.

He just thought it was funny, and every time he answered casually: "No, I haven't heard of such a thing. Besides, what about the reorganization of the Planetary Band? Let's take a good look at the current situation. Everyone has already been busy with their own affairs. A while ago, I heard that Theo is about to become a professional horror movie boss, really retarded, but he has always been like this, as long as he is happy; Baldwin heard that the child has been hugged twice, and he is nursing and washing diapers at home every day, maybe he can’t hold a drumstick That idiot Lance is playing house with Mike the Fighter; and me, Stu and I are going to go on tour with the black dog! Next stop, how about Australia? By the way, do you know the Kangaroo band? I and their lead singer are old friends..."

Next, it's the same as any previous interview.

The twin stars of Planet have always liked to tear each other down.

Not long after James finished speaking, Lance actually accepted the interview.

In the interview, he affirmed to reporters: "Yes, yes, we are considering restructuring."

Big news!

The media is all excited.

But this thing...

James was the last to know.

Suddenly 'reorganized', he was surrounded by excited paparazzi reporters as soon as he went out. They stretched their arms desperately and stretched the microphone forward desperately, almost poking it into his mouth. The scene was very hot: "Jimmy , When will the planetary band regroup?" "Jimmy, I heard that you and Lance are going to regroup the planets, will you invite Baldwin and Theo?" "Jimmy! Why did you and Lance suddenly decide to regroup the planets?"

James looked confused: who am I, where am I and what the fuck have I done?

He was really confused this time, his head was full of 'what the fuck are you talking about?How the hell do I know nothing? '

This once made him very passive.

The media and fans who flocked back immediately after hearing the news were not really a problem, because they were just strangers; but the real trouble was inside, facing the questioning of the Black Dog bandmates.

Abe, the drummer, was sensitive about being nearly replaced when he was with The Brats.

He was the first to ask angrily: "Jimmy, if you want to disband the Black Dog Band, don't you inform us in advance?"

James is confused!

Angrily, he complained a series of grievances: "Disband? I didn't, I didn't do it, I really didn't do it! Fuck, Lance that dog man is fucking looking for trouble, I don't know what the fuck is going on."

Abe the drummer and Sanderson the bassist both looked at him suspiciously, not in disbelief.

Because of this, the Black Dog Band was in panic for a while.

Stuart's mood is relatively stable.

He just took a deep look at his friend, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.

James is very pleased with this, because his friend has always trusted him.

At this time, he was about to be annoyed by the inexplicable news of the 'planetary band reorganization', and he made up his mind to change the status quo: "I want to go on the road, I want to sing on stage, and I want to go forward with the Black Dog band! Fuck it, absolutely Don't let Lance's bastard's plot work! But I don't want to explain endlessly. Watch, facts speak louder than words."

After he told his teammates about his intention to go on tour and tried to calm everyone down, Lance sent a letter.

Inside the letter was a thick pile of manuscripts, all of which were new songs written recently.

Even after so many years, James couldn't refuse this.

Whether it's relationship or career, he can argue with Lance without any scruples...

But music alone must be solemn and serious!

Every time he sees the wonderful new song written by Lance, he thinks he is not very knowledgeable but pious enough, and he will always instantly become the one who just opened the door of the music hall more than ten years ago, looking up excitedly, smiling, with sharp teeth Sharp, excited like a silly kid like a child.

Therefore, he not only carefully read the letter, but also wrote down all his thoughts, thoughts and suggestions on these songs, went to the recording studio to record a section, and sent it back to Lance.In his mind, it was just a musical exchange.

But unexpectedly, Lance said happily to the reporter: "Jimmy and I have already had a certain tacit understanding on the matter of reorganizing the planet, and we have also co-created many new songs recently, and when the planet will release a new album in the future It might come in handy sometime."

James was stunned again: ...

It's as true as it is, I almost believe it!

This is too shameless!

As a result, rumors spread all over the outside world, saying that he would disband Black Dog soon and return to the Planetary Band.

It was hard for Black Dogs teammates not to be bothered by these rumors.

Compared with Abe's direct question, bassist Sanderson is more tactful. He started to use black magic to measure fate. Due to his lack of magic power, he couldn't see fate clearly, so he had to use the normal way to make some indirect remarks.

James is annoyed to death by these crap.

Moreover, he actually has a bit of unrealistic friendship, and a bit of an old-fashioned style, which is probably the kind of 'do you need to explain over and over again between good brothers?If you don't trust each other, what kind of brothers are you?"

But obviously, others don't think so, and language is the most important element of communication.

If he doesn't talk to everyone all the time, then he will lose his mind.

Faced with this situation, James had no choice but to compromise.

He had to explain over and over again 'I like black dogs, I'm not planning to reorganize the planets', which pissed him off.

This discomfort reached its peak when he saw Lance.

That day, the black-haired guitarist came to the door. This guy was well-dressed as always. He was completely dressed like a beast. His hair was not messed up. There was no sun, and he was wearing sunglasses pretendingly. He was standing outside his yard, looking at Ring the doorbell and look inside.

Seeing him, James rolled up his sleeves angrily, and rushed out of the room: "How dare you come!"

Lance was stunned: "Why didn't I dare to come?"

James asked angrily: "Say! When will I promise you to reorganize the planet?"

"You didn't say you didn't agree." Lance replied disapprovingly: "I didn't come here to ask you specifically.

"You talked nonsense with reporters before asking me..."

"Impossible, I'm thinking about it." Lance emphasized plausibly, "It's thinking about it."

James choked for a moment, and couldn't fault it for a while.

It should have been expected, this bastard speaks impeccably, he didn't use affirmative sentences from the beginning to the end, and just a little hint managed to make a group of fools blindly follow the carnival, which is really annoying.

But on the other hand, James felt that Lance did this job completely redundantly.

This bastard probably really thinks that the world revolves around him, he disbands if he wants to, and reorganizes if he wants to reorganize?Dream it!

So, he directly issued an order to evict the guest: "Get out! I don't want to regroup. I have a band now, I have teammates, and I'm planning to go on tour..."

Lance said, "Think again."

James interrupted him directly: "I don't take the exam..."

He stopped for a moment, staring forward in shock.

In the car not far behind Lance, two people suddenly got down.

After quitting the band, he no longer paid attention to the image at all. His hair and beard were already lush like weeds, and his overall image was comparable to that of a primitive savage. Drummer Baldwin waved to him and greeted him with a gentle smile: "Jimmy, long time no see."

James rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he had made a mistake.

If this is normal, then there is something even more abnormal.

Another guy who was wearing leather pants and a leather jacket, with a pile of scrap metal dangling all over his body, who looked unusually unorthodox, also turned his head at this moment, and it turned out to be the bassist Theo!

James was stunned.

Theo, the unlucky boy, walked over quickly.

He looked helplessly at the little friends who used to play together, and choked up almost incoherently in a voice that was about to cry: "Ji, Jimmy, I'm sorry! I, I actually received all the letters you wrote to me later, Treasure every letter! I just can't reply to you, I miss you so much, especially you. You are my best friend, I miss you all performing on stage together every day, every hour, every moment Jimmy, I'm not going to be an actor. Let's, let's play music again, and I want to play bass for you."

James froze in place.

After a while, he slowly shifted his gaze to Lance, watched the black-haired guitarist take off his sunglasses indifferently, stood aside as if nothing had happened, and after noticing his gaze, he smiled naturally, and suddenly There is only one word to describe the mood at this moment: "Fuck!"