Chapter 1707

Andrew lost his position as the chief drummer, even before he even covered the heat, so Ryan swaggered in, and then with a better performance, pushed Andrew out and became the first drummer of the music room band. Even if Andrew lost control of his emotions and tried his best to fight for Fletcher, it still didn't help.

First, the alienation of the family, then the loss of the chief executive, the precarious dream and walking alone made Andrew feel a deep sense of crisis. He realized that he had been too complacent recently, and obviously relaxed. On the contrary, Ryan caught up with him - and he didn't have the capital to be proud at all.

So Andrew and Nicole broke up. But the way of breaking up is very hurtful, because he thinks that Nicole's existence can't make him great, so he can't continue to "accommodate" Nicole, cruel, cold, bloody, self, arrogant, heartless, indifferent. Andrew calmly bid farewell to Nicole in a decisive way, or even "abandon" Nicole.

The audience once again fell into a sense of psychological discomfort. The burning sensation brought by the bottom line of moral conscience began to burn in their stomach. Andrew was really unpleasant, but this feeling soon turned into surprise and amazement, because Andrew was not only cruel to others, but also more vicious to himself.

In order to win back the top position, Andrew started the closed door training, prepared the ice in advance, and then began to formally practice the double swing technique, and challenged the super difficult 400 strokes in the "Caravan". In this way, the audience watched Andrew go into the devil bit by bit and continue to torture himself, even if the ice was dyed red by blood, He's also training out of his mind.

That kind of madness and persistence, that kind of paranoia and ruthlessness, let the audience not from scalp numbness.

And that's not all.

In his next training, Fletcher played a jazz piece and told a story about his disciples.

A boy who didn't even know the scale, a boy who almost couldn't get into shelver college, but finally Fletcher recruited him into the music room band; In his junior year, the boy had become the No. 3 musician in Lincoln Center. A year later, he became the chief musician. Unfortunately, he died in a car accident yesterday.

His name is Sean Casey.

Rarely seen, Fletcher revealed his vulnerability and helplessness. He sat in front of all the band members and quietly told the story. When he was in deep love, he burst into tears.

But the entire rehearsal room was still silent.

Fletcher soon returned to normal and began to rehearse again, but obviously, his mood was still a little confused - Ryan Connery, who is now the chief drummer, just played the first four beats, Fletcher interrupted the practice and shook his head repeatedly, unable to satisfy the current rhythm.

"Why don't you try Neyman." Fletcher said.

Andrew, who was sitting quietly with his arms in his arms, could not help but slightly raised his mouth. Although he soon calmed down, he still revealed his inner pride and joy.

Now, Andrew Neyman, Ryan Connery and Carl Turner are the three drummers who are the fierce competitors. The invisible sense of blood is spreading gradually.

Fletcher is encouraging this. The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest. The jazz band's practice room shows the primitive and cruel nature rules incisively and vividly.

"Maybe it's time for Neyman to win back the chief." Fletcher said so, but just after a four beat break, Fletcher stopped playing again. "No, I guess it's better. Turner After another four beat, Fletcher kicked over his music stand with emotion and said, "Damn it The whole man got up in a rage and said, gnashing his teeth, "Connery, get in front of the drum!"

Fletcher lowered his voice and said word by word, "today you three girls can't make a rhythm, so we don't want to go home!" The light and simple words completely showed the ferocity and irritability, "one, two, go!" Within four beats, Fletcher cut off the show. "It looks like we're going to stay up all night. Neyman

In another four beat, Fletcher's eyes were wide open and his face was ferocious. He yelled at Andrew, "it's not my damn rhythm!"

deep breathing!

Fletcher takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He turns and looks at the rest of the band.

"Sorry, everyone. If you're going to be on a tuba or have coffee or something, now is the best time, because no one is allowed to go home until these drummers can hit the damn right rhythm! I'm here to apologize to all the musicians. i mean it. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour. "

Then Fletcher turned and looked at the three drummers. "Do you hear me? Son of a bitch. " Little by little, his eyes became cruel and cold. "You'd better hit me as soon as possible and make a perfect 400 strokes! Connery! Get in front of the drum now

Suffering!

Next is suffering, for the three drummers inside the big screen, and for the audience outside the big screen.

Andrew can't. turner can't; Turner can't. Connery can't; Connery can't. Andrew's on again.

The three drummers formed a dead circle. Everyone was competing with themselves, opponents, Fletcher and drums.

The torment of the body has been gradually reflected, everyone is sweating, as in the sauna room, sweat completely out of the clothes, even the hair can drip water, physical overdraft makes the muscles become stiff; What's worse, the tiger's mouth and wrist began to wear, the drumstick was dyed red by the dark red blood, and the pain like an embroidery needle began to penetrate slowly.

The physical level of torture is beginning to blur consciousness, but it seems less terrible than the spiritual level of attack. The worst is that the physical level of pain is challenging nerves, while the spiritual level of collision is repeatedly crushing the last trace of residual reason. The torment brought by the double strike is breaking up the three drummers.

Even if other musicians get moldy in the practice room with nothing to do, they can still vaguely hear those angry scolds. The sultry and tense emotions begin to spread slowly, making them feel like they are on pins and needles; What's more, the three drummers who are experiencing everything in the practice room?

They are bathed in Fletcher's curse and humiliation at this time, not simply "damn" or "hell", but the real personal attack! What kind of racial discrimination, what kind of personal insults, what kind of family and friends, what kind of political correctness, completely lost the shackles of the bottom line and boundary, Fletcher brought the mental torture that he could not bear, just like the hands of a pair of giants, tearing their souls bit by bit.

The whole screening hall was in a tense situation. The stifling feeling of boredom and dryness penetrated the shackles of the large screen, which made every audience feel the same. Every second of watching the movie became a torment, which really made people feel uneasy. The impulse of running away began to surge in their minds, and the heat of their stomach continued to roll, Every cell in the body is screaming.

Psychological and physical discomfort has reached its peak at this moment.

Then the audience looked at Andrew, who was in a state of madness. His hot sweat dripped down from his hair. In his light brown pupils, it seemed that the devil was opening his teeth and claws; The pale cheek without a trace of blood reveals a sense of collapse, just like standing on the edge of a cliff in danger. Then the devil hidden in the bottom of his eyes seems to be able to break free from the shackles at any time, tear open this skin bag and break the ground.

The feeling of shock and fear is really chilling.

"The devil... The devil!"

That's the only thought in the audience's mind right now.

Even if Fletcher yelled in his ear, even if Fletcher kept beating the instruments to break the rhythm, even if Fletcher directly lifted the drum and threw it away... Andrew still didn't stop beating, and then he could see that the dark red blood was out of control, flowing from the wound of the tiger's mouth, sliding down the drumstick and spilling on the drum, It is as red as a plum blossom.

Finally, someone in the projection hall could not bear it, and retched fiercely again. But the most terrible thing was that even the retching voice was covered in the palm of his hand, for fear that his little voice might become the object of Fletcher's anger, or the object of Andrew's inner demons.

The boundary between illusion and reality becomes unimportant at this moment.

Finally, Andrew won the top position, and at this time, the time has already pointed to two o'clock in the morning. The whole competition lasted for nearly five hours. In a trance, it was late at night when the devil was dancing wildly.

But the band continued to practice. When they left the practice room, all the members of the band were in a trance, especially after the three drummers were exhausted. But... The game will be held at five o'clock this afternoon. Fletcher repeatedly stressed that everyone must leave at least two hours for themselves. Never be late!

But that's Murphy's law. The things you fear most often come true.

Andrew was not late. Although he was depressed, he caught up with the bus in time, but the tire burst of the bus was unexpected. In the panic, Andrew had to get off the bus, but stopped in an unknown place, where he could not even find a taxi in the street. He had to rent a car temporarily to rush to the match site.

Still, Andrew was late.

Fletcher decided to give the top position to Ryan Connery, which made Andrew's emotion burst out completely. The nerve that was strained to the extreme seemed to break at any time. Even in the face of Fletcher, Andrew also used rude words to fight for his rights

This is my fuckin 'number one position!