Chapter 1398

"If you dare to delay me! I'll kill you like a grass pig! "

Fletcher broke out all his anger, all his irritability and all his emotions towards Andrew. Without any restraint or discount, his face began to twist. He was as ferocious as a monster's mouth, and his fire was all open.

Andrew has been completely stunned, his stubborn, his impulse, his strong, his self-esteem, his pride, all in this tsunami like waves in the collapse.

Andrew thought he was holding on well. Even in the slap, there is still no retreat.

But the cruel reality completely defeated his imagination. His so-called persistence was totally vulnerable in the face of the full-scale outbreak of Fletcher. He could not even breathe, let alone resist and fight back. The frustration began to swallow up at twice or three times the speed, and the fear of drowning swept in, and the corner of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

Control. Control. Control.

Andrew used every nerve to control his emotions, not to make himself more embarrassed and helpless, hoping to maintain the last trace of dignity, not to repeat the mistake of the trombone, but it was really too difficult, he could only breathe quickly, clench his teeth, and press all the fear in his heart, Keep telling yourself: it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

But Fletcher didn't give him any breathing space at all.

"Now, are you in a hurry? Or do you want to delay? Or... "Fletcher bent down again, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex overlooking the tiny creature on the ground, and then roared," you want to follow my damn rhythm? "

Word by word, every word is like a hurricane, crashing face to face one after another, so that Andrew completely held his breath, as if any little bit of breath leaked out, he would become a meal of Tyrannosaurus Rex. Before he realized it, he had closed his eyes, but even so, Under the eyelid violent trembling eyeballs and slightly twitching corners of the mouth still exposed the heart of the storm.

Andrew didn't answer, Fletcher didn't compromise, and the laser eye made Andrew nowhere to escape.

"I'll follow your rhythm." Andrew's voice is constantly shaking, just like a dead leaf bathed in the cold wind, completely lost its foundation, and then drift with the wind.

Fletcher still did not let him go, a fierce grasp of the next score, pointing to the symbol in the upper left corner, "what's written on it?"

Andrew had to open his eyes again. "Quarter notes equal 215."

"Count 215." Fletcher then said aggressively.

Maybe someone noticed, maybe no one noticed, but Andrew's volume was slowly and slowly weakening, almost turned into a whisper on his lips, and his eyes completely avoided Fletcher, looking at the music stand in front of him, as if he was practicing.

But Fletcher's voice is more and more firm, more and more tough, like a golden cudgel, is stirring the whole East China Sea upside down, his vision is like a falcon, firmly locked Andrew, everyone knows that this is his prey, and will never escape.

As soon as they come and go, as soon as they go in and out, their hunting relationship becomes more and more clear, and there is a real sense of nowhere to go.

Andrew noticed.

He raised his chin again and tried to fight head-on, but his shoulders and chest had been lowered and he couldn't lift them at all. The heavy pressure rolled down. He couldn't resist at all. He could only raise his chin reluctantly to show that he was still not defeated.

At the same time, he deliberately raised his voice, the abnormal volume is showing the final strength in his heart, "one two three four, one two three four, one two three four."

"Jesus - damn Christ! When did shelver start recruiting the mentally handicapped? " Fletcher couldn't believe his ears. He hugged his head and made a series of rude complaints. Sharp mockery, like a sickle, cut Andrew's last protective net layer by layer. "Do you want to tell me now that you can't read the beat?"

Andrew pursed the corners of his mouth and held it tight; The eyes blinked quickly and flustered. Now his breathing instinct has been completely confused, let alone thinking and reacting. He just feels that the whole world is falling apart.

"You can't even read a fuckin 'score, can you?" Fletcher opened the score again and held a rune with his finger.

"That one?" Andrew blinked again and said uncertainly.

"Yes, what is that?" Fletcher's patience has been completely burned out, and the pressing voice has become more and more fierce and sharp.

"With a quarter note." Andrew said with no confidence, his voice murmuring around his mouth, quickly catching Fletcher's expression with the light of his eyes, as if he was determining whether his answer was correct.

Fletcher ignored Andrew and looked up at the other musicians. "Sing a 101 bar."

In a tense mood, Andrew didn't notice Fletcher's focus at all. He just followed Fletcher's gesture reflexively, turned his head to look at the past, faced other musicians, and began to hum the rhythm, "ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba." Because Fletcher used the verb "sing" just now, Andrew didn't think at all, so he just sang.

But Fletcher got out of the ground and said, "are you in the Acapella?" I couldn't believe my ears. My whole face turned red. My mouth spattered and roared, "drum! Damn the drum

The spitting stars came to Andrew's face, but he just felt the bloody storm. His whole face wrinkled up and he was extremely upset. He could even feel the ubiquitous scorn and ridicule. He shot them through his heart, but he didn't have time to take care of them. He secretly bit his teeth, cheered himself on, and turned around, Quickly start hitting 101 bars on the drum.

Just two four beats, Fletcher interrupted his performance, "stop!" Then, word by word, he squeezed the topic out of the gap between his teeth, and even vaguely tasted the threat, like a sharp dagger on his neck, "now answer my question, are you in a hurry? Or is it delayed? "

Andrew was afraid to turn his head.

He dare not face Fletcher's sight, he dare not face Fletcher's anger, more importantly, he dare not face Fletcher's problems.

It all happened so fast that it was like a tornado passing by, whistling by. It seems that a second ago was paradise, he bathed in Fletcher's appreciation aura, he is tomorrow's buddy Ricky; But a second later is hell, the storm is suddenly hit without warning, instantly into a chaos, after that all things are blurred.

He didn't understand what happened. His whole brain was a paste. With a slap and a roar, all his memories became blurred. He didn't even remember what he played, which led to a series of accidents. Therefore, he didn't know whether he was in a hurry or a delay; So he couldn't answer Fletcher's question.

Just now, the trombone was swept out. He doesn't want to be that guy.

Andrew pursed the corners of his mouth and choked his emotions, but there was still a halo in his eyes, as if he had tried every means to stop it before the building was about to collapse.

"Answer Fletcher really roared, the rough sound burst out of endless energy on the eardrum, and the whole world began to shake.

"I'm in a hurry." Andrew replied.

But even Andrew himself was aware of the abnormality. His voice was too sharp and trembling, revealing his own self-confidence; And the epilogue rises unconsciously, seems to be a question sentence, but also exposed their own uncertainty. He's fooling around.

It's over.

He's done.

He must be very ugly now, just like a tramp in rags. His dignity and pride have been left on the ground, trampled and crushed, not only because of his inferiority. Now he even begins to hate himself.

He closed his eyes, closed them in fear and confusion, and held his teeth tightly, barely maintaining the last trace of strength to avoid complete disintegration.

However, he failed.

Before I realized it, the tears in my eyes fell like this.

When the hot tears wet his face, Andrew realized that even the last fig leaf had been torn off, and he was exposed to everyone unprepared, not only in embarrassment, not only in cowardice, not in embarrassment, but also in shame.

When he realized this, he couldn't stop his tears. He bit his teeth like an ostrich. When he was in crisis, he buried his head in the sand. As long as he couldn't see it, things didn't exist.

So, he closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, as if not to open his eyes, the last trace of dignity can still be maintained.

Fletcher noticed this, but there was no sympathy at all. He shook his head strangely, and drew a mockery at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't help sighing, "Oh, my dear God..."