Chapter 1706

The audience was silent.

The confrontation between Fletcher and Andrew is like dancing with the devil. The collapse and struggle under the pressure of step by step is like the ants twisting under the palm of the giant of destiny. The harder they work, the more miserable they are. The more bitter they struggle, the more they are. The process of falling apart gradually, under the elegance of jazz and the warmth of the cream light on the scene, is like a struggle between Fletcher and Andrew, Burst out of ten times a hundred times the super energy, vigorously rolling over.

Every audience is deeply shocked, and even can't find a proper word or sentence to express their inner feelings at this moment. Vaguely, they seem to be able to catch a smell of blood. If they seem to float in the air, they can't help shivering.

One. Another one.

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What should we do in the face of difficulties?

Some people choose to give up, some choose to detour, some choose to ask for help, some choose to... Fight hard, with their own flesh and blood to rush up, one after another, to see whether their body can laugh to the end, or they are the first to hit the flesh and blood blurred and fragmented.

Blood.

The film really presents this kind of bloody feeling. In the process of repeatedly practicing "whipping" repertoire, Andrew's tiger mouth appears a wound that rubs off the skin. It's just a small wound. However, in Andrew's continuous self torture practice, he bursts out a heartbreaking pain.

It is clear that there is no blood, but the audience can clearly feel the sense of blood, just like the punishment of death. They cut the wounds on the body one by one, and then they can see the muscles rolled up, exposing the red tender meat under the skin. The blood does not flow out, but is scarred and bloody.

Watching a jazz movie, I feel a strong physical discomfort, which is really a rare experience. But this is only the second time of the whole work - the first time is the opening.

When Andrew released his right hand to throw away the drumstick because of excessive pain, bits and pieces of plasma spilled on the off white surface of the jazz drum. The audience raised their hands to cover their eyes and began to retch. The stimulation of stomach spasm and nervous tension evolved from psychological to physiological.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the picture flashed by, and then switched to Andrew and Nicole's first date. The change of picture and light finally slowed down the psychological horror temporarily.

It's not a wonderful date.

Andrew talked nervously about music, and all topics could not be separated from music - Jazz, to be exact; Andrew didn't know how to respond to the topic Nicole offered. Then they talked about the school. They thought they had something in common, but they didn't expect it to be the biggest difference.

Nicole is also studying in University, but she hasn't determined her major yet, and she's not in a hurry. She's going to determine it slowly. It's different from Andrew's two styles. Andrew clearly knows what he wants, what he wants to be and what he's planning.

Nicole even said that she didn't like shelver college very much because people there looked down on her.

What's more, Nicole is very homesick. She's from Arizona, but now she's in New York, and she wants to go back all the time; And Andrew's relationship with his family is growing apart, even though his family is in New York.

If necessary, their differences and differences can continue to count down, but... This is not a successful date.

The music room band took part in a jazz competition. At half-time, the chief drummer Turner gave the music score to Andrew for him to keep. Turner has his own habits and quirks. If he left the music score, he would not be able to play. Although every musician has to recite his own music score, Turner just has no way. This is a healthy state, He needs a visual reference.

Andrew casually put the score on the bench in the corridor, but the score disappeared. No one can be sure whether it was an accident or Andrew did it intentionally. However, as a result, Turner was flustered before he stepped on the stage. Fletcher was furious when he heard that. Andrew seized the opportunity and became the chief drummer.

Turner and Andrew were not friends, but now they are enemies.

"Turner, what are you doing here? Today is the core training, I don't have time to train the substitute This is the next training, Fletcher saw Turner's first and last sentence.

Andrew's life seems to have finally entered his dream situation, but at home, he still can't find a sense of belonging and identity.

At a family party, Andrew was talking about his band, but everyone's attention was focused on Andrew's two cousins, a rugby player and a Xueba. Their achievements are the focus of praise and attention, because they are the "winners" recognized by the mainstream of society, because the music industry is not a job at all.

They taunt Andrew's achievements, but because cousin Travis in the weekend rugby game promoted ninety-three yards and boast, so sharp treatment, so Andrew can not help but make complaints about "that's only third level competition."

In NCAA competitions, the first level is the highest level, among which players have one tenth chance to become professional athletes. As for the second level and the third level, there is even less hope.

And Andrew's shelver college is one of the top music schools in the world.

Andrew's words made the atmosphere of the whole dining table freeze. Everyone looked at Andrew in shock, but Andrew didn't know, "Carlton University team didn't even enter the second level. It's the third level." He was stating an objective fact, but he didn't know why they were so surprised.

Travis did not speak.

Andrew's Uncle Frank said, "Andy, do you have any friends?"

"No Andrew was honest.

Frank said with a look of disdain, "why?"

Andrew frowned slightly and said in a teasing tone, "I don't know. I just can't see the use of friends."

"Who do you play with?" Frank was aggressive. "John Lennon and Paul McCartney were good brothers in college, right?"

"Before Joe Jones hit Charlie Parker with a bowl, Charlie didn't have any friends." Andrew, too, would not budge.

Frank sneered, "so that's your definition of success?"

"I think to be the greatest musician of the 20th century is a success for everyone." Andrew's answer didn't stop at all, and he responded by crashing against the wall.

At this time, even Andrew's father Jim can't go down, "after drinking and taking drugs, his family broke down at the age of 34, which is not a success in my opinion."

Andrew didn't look up at his plate. He cut potatoes with his knife. He could even hear the sound of the knife colliding with the porcelain plate. "I'd rather be 34 years old because of drinking and drug abuse and become a topic of discussion at the family dinner table than live to be 90 years old with money, but no one remembers."

"But your friends remember you, that's the point." Frank seemed to grasp the painful foot and went on at once.

Andrew's eyebrows rose slightly, a smile on the corner of his mouth with a strong irony, and looked at Frank. "None of us are friends of Charlie Parker. That's the point."

Frank still refused to show weakness, "Travis and Dustin have a lot of friends and goals."

Andrew's smile remained the same. He looked at the two cousins in front of him, with a sarcastic look flowing slowly from his eyebrows. "I'm quite sure that one day you will be the president of the student union."

Dustin, who was always silent, finally said, "Oh? So that's why you don't like us? You think you're better than all of us? "

Andrew looked up at Dustin and said without expression, "it's a good reaction speed. It's practiced in the simulated United Nations?"

Travis didn't hold back, "I can answer you. You think Carlton football is a joke? Come with us. "

Andrew raised his chin slightly, showing his domineering, condescending, "those are four words you'll never hear from the NFL."

NFL, the Professional Football League of America, is the lifelong dream stage of every football player, just like Lincoln Center is to Andrew.

"Who wants dessert?" The aunt sitting next to her tried to break the ice.

Jim couldn't get used to his son's appearance. He added, "can you hear me at Lincoln Center?"

Andrew turned his head and looked at his father. The light in his eyes gradually and gradually became cold. The calm indifference and alienation opened the distance between them; Then a flash of anger and unwilling to be humiliated, he gently bit his gums, said nothing, just holding his plate, stood up, turned and left.

Jim sat where he was, holding up his white wine glass, and his expression became elusive.

Art is always like this. In the eyes of mainstream society, it is not life and has no value to pursue.

After the dinner party, Andrew became more and more involved in the band training. Fletcher arranged the repertoire for the next competition. At that time, the drum needs to challenge the highest level of 400 hits, which is also the peak level of double swing technology. He hopes Andrew can show his strength and level.

But before Andrew could be happy, Fletcher went on, "like you, I recently met another kid, practicing double swing in the rehearsal room, so I'll give him another chance."

Before Andrew could react, Ryan appeared in the practice room.