"If you dare to deliberately drag me back! I'll go straight/dry/die/you like a grass/pig!"

In the splash of mouth foam, Fletcher exploded all the anger, all the irritability, and all the emotions towards Andrew. Without restraint or discount, the face began to twist and it was as hideous as a monster opened. The blood basin is big, and the firepower is full on the ground.

Andrew was completely stunned. His stubbornness, his impulse, his strength, his self-esteem, his pride, all fell apart in this tsunami-like air wave.

Andrew thought he persisted very well. Even in the slap, he still didn't flinch.

But the cruel reality completely defeated his imagination. His so-called persistence was completely vulnerable to Fletcher who broke out. He couldn't even breathe, let alone resist and fight back. That sense of frustration began to swallow at twice or three times the speed, the fear of drowning swept across, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

control. control. control.

Andrew exhausted every nerve to control his emotions, not to make himself more embarrassed and useless, hoping to maintain the last trace of dignity, not to repeat the mistakes of the chief trombone, but this is too difficult, he can only rush Breathing hard, clenching his teeth tightly, pressing all the fear deep in my heart, and constantly telling myself: it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

But Fletcher gave him no breathing space at all.

"Now, are you going to rush? Or drag? Or..." Fletcher bent down again, as if the Tyrannosaurus rex looked down on the insignificant little creature above the ground, and then roared, "You have to follow me. /Mom/'s rhythm?"

Each word is like a hurricane, and one after another, it dashed head-on, so that Andrew completely held his breath, as if any little breath leaked out, he would become Tyrannosaurus rex’s dish. Before realizing it, he had closed his eyes, but even so, the violent trembling eyeballs under his eyelids and the slightly twitching corners of his mouth still exposed the stormy waves in his heart.

Andrew didn't answer, and Fletcher didn't compromise. The laser eye-like sight gave Andrew nowhere to escape.

"I will follow your rhythm." Andrew's voice was trembling continuously, like a dead leaf bathed in the cold wind, after completely losing its foundation, it drifted with the wind.

Fletcher still didn't let him go, and fiercely grabbed the music score next to him, and pointed to the symbol in the upper left corner, "What is written on it?"

Andrew had to open his eyes again, "A quarter note equals 215."

"Count 215 to see." Fletcher said aggressively after that.

Someone may have noticed, maybe no one has noticed, but Andrew’s volume is slowly and slowly weakening, and it has almost turned into a whisper on his lips, and his gaze completely avoids Fletcher, looking squarely. The music stand in front of him kept his eyes fixed, as if he was practicing spiritual practice.

But Fletcher’s voice became more and more determined and tougher, like a golden hoop, shaking the entire East China Sea upside down, his sight was like a falcon, firmly locked in Andrew, all others Everyone knows that this is already his prey, and it will never be possible to escape.

The hunting relationship between the two people becomes clearer when they come and go, between the two people, and there is a real sense of nowhere to escape.

Andrew noticed.

He raised his chin again, trying to face the resistance, but his shoulders and chest were already lowered and he couldn't raise it at all. The heavy pressure was slamming down, and he was unable to resist. He could only reluctantly lift his chin, saying He still hasn't been defeated.

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

"Jesus-damn-Christ! When did Shelford start recruiting mentally retarded?" Fletcher couldn't believe his ears, hugged his head, and uttered a series of complaints, sharp mocking like a sickle, layer by layer. He cut Andrew's last layer of protection net apart, "You want to tell me now, can't you read the beat?"

Andrew pressed the corner of his mouth, tightly; his eyes blinked quickly, flustered. He has completely confused his breathing instinct now, let alone thinking and reacting, he just feels that the whole world is breaking apart.

"Don't you know that he/mother/you can't even read music scores?" Fletcher opened the music score again, and put his finger on a musical note.

"That?" Andrew blinked again and said uncertainly.

"Yes, what is that?" Fletcher's patience was completely burnt, and his pressing voice became more and more fierce and sharper.

"With a sixteenth note." Andrew said without confidence, his voice murmured, and he quickly caught Fletcher's expression out of his sight, as if he was determining whether his answer was correct.

Fletcher ignored Andrew at all, and raised his head to look at the other musicians beside him, "sing a 101 bar."

Under his nervousness, Andrew didn’t notice Fletcher’s focus at all. He just reflexively followed Fletcher’s gesture and turned his head to look over, facing the other musicians, and began to hum to the rhythm. Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba.” Because the verb used by Fletcher just now was “sing”, Andrew didn't even think about it, so he sang directly.

But Fletcher got off the ground and furious, "Are you/mother/are you in a cappella ()?" I couldn't believe my ears, his entire face was flushed, and his mouth spattered and roared. "Play drums! Damn drums!"

Those spit stars rushed towards his face, but Andrew only felt the **** storm, his entire face wrinkled, and he was extremely annoyed. He could even feel the ubiquitous contempt and ridicule, and arrows projected through his heart, but he But there was no time to take care of these, secretly gritted his teeth, cheered for himself, turned around, and quickly started hitting 101 bars on the drum set.

In just two four beats, Fletcher interrupted his performance, "Stop!" Then he squeezed the topic out of his teeth one by one, and he could even vaguely taste the threatening breath. It was like a sharp dagger resting on the neck, "Now answer my question, are you in a hurry? Or are you dragging it?"

Andrew didn't dare to turn his head.

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

Everything happened too fast, like a tornado passing by, whizzing past. It seemed that it was still heaven a second ago. He was bathed in Fletcher’s aura of admiration, and he was the Buddy Ritchie of tomorrow; but a second later was hell, and the squally rains came suddenly without warning. Escaped into a chaos, everything that happened after that was blurred.

He didn't understand what was going on. The whole brain was a mess. With a slap in the face and a roar, all his memories became blurred. He didn't even remember what he had played. This caused it. After a series of accidents, he didn't know if he was in a hurry or delayed; therefore, he could not answer Fletcher's question.

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

Andrew squeezed the corners of his mouth hard, and suffocated his emotions, but there was still a halo in the depths of his eyes, as if the building was about to fall, using all methods to try to prevent this from happening.

"Answer!" Fletcher really roared, the rough voice burst out infinite energy above the eardrums, and the whole world began to shake.

"Hurry up~lightnovelpub.net~ Andrew replied.

But even Andrew had noticed the abnormality himself, his voice was too sharp and too trembling, revealing his unconfidence; and the ending sound rose unconsciously, which seemed to be an interrogative sentence, and it exposed his uncertainty. He is blind.

Ruined.

He is done.

Embarrassed and useless, even worse than the chief trombone who had just been swept out of the house. His appearance must be very, very ugly now, like a tramp in unclothed clothes. His dignity and pride have been thrown on the ground and stepped on again. Stepping on, crushing and crushing is not just a low self-esteem, he even hates himself now.

He closed his eyes, closed his eyes in fear and panic, gritted his teeth, barely maintained the last trace of strength, and avoided falling apart completely.

However, he still failed.

Before I realized it, the tears in my eyes just slipped down.

When the hot teardrops wet his face, Andrew realized that even the last fig leaf had been torn apart, and he was unsuspectingly exposed to everyone, not just embarrassed, not just Worry, not just embarrassment, he can't even feel the shame now.

After realizing this, the tears became more and more unstoppable. He gritted his teeth, like an ostrich, buried his head in the sand when in crisis. As long as he couldn't see it, things wouldn't exist. .

So, he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth, as if not opening his eyes, the last trace of dignity could be maintained.

Fletcher noticed this, but he had no sympathy at all. Instead, he shook his head in an unbelievable way. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't help sighing, "Oh, my dear. God……"