Andrew Neiman is a freshman at the Shelford Conservatory of Music, and he is chasing his musical dreams.

Adolescents are always immersed in their own world, full of thoughts and stubborn opinions. Andrew is no exception.

He is eager to be able to break out on the road of music. His father expressed his support but couldn't understand it. He just thought he was too paranoid. "You have other options. When you reach my age, you will be able to see. Now." But he couldn't understand his father, "I don't want to look away."

He is eager to start a relationship, the youthful turmoil is surging, secretly in love with the waiter girl in the cinema, but he dare not even look at each other; deep in his heart there are always too many ideals and desires waiting Realized, but trapped in reality, struggling like a trapped beast.

He aspires to be Buddy Ricky. He listens to Buddy Ricky's performance in private, and then secretly imitates Buddy’s style in daily practice, imagining that he is Buddy and standing in Lincoln. On the center stage, perform for audiences all over the world and show off their talents.

As a freshman, he joined a school orchestra and became the second drummer, but he was depressed. Ryan, the first drummer in the orchestra, is his envy. Handsome, handsome, suave, and talented Ryan left for a while, made a special trip to vacation, and when he came back, he brought his beautiful/sexual/sensual girlfriend with him, the orchestra The members expressed a warm welcome.

"It was a disaster when Neiman sat behind the drum set."

A member of the orchestra gave Ryan a big hug, expressing their nostalgia for Ryan in this way.

Andrew sat quietly behind the drum set, watching all this in front of him. He was eager for his talents to be recognized, but from home to school, his circle of life was strictly suppressed, almost out of breath, and seemed out of step with the whole world.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, not a smile, but an arc of pretending relief, but there was a lingering bitterness deep in the light brown under his eyes. Ryan apologized to him on behalf of the team members, but he could only smile back and show that he didn't care about it. This is Ryan, and even the personality is so perfect.

However, Andrew and Ryan and every student at the school who are learning musical instruments are eager to join the same orchestra: the studio-band.

This band is among the top of the school. Only the best and most talented students can join. The strength and abilities of the band have reached professional standards. Every member may become a real professional musician after graduation. , To perform on the big stage at Lincoln Center or to sign a contract with a professional jazz company, or to become a master of the world.

Everyone is eager to join it, but not everyone can succeed.

Today, the opportunity has come.

Fletcher appeared. Even the black suit is still a black suit today. It seems that there are countless black suits in his closet, which can be worn repeatedly, and there will never be a shortage of black suits; this is the music The conductor of the chamber band holds the power of life and death of the entire band, as well as the future hopes of all students.

"lovely."

Fletcher commented on the music score the band was practicing, and the calm and understatement contained ridicule and ridicule, not sharp but icy.

Cello, trombone, saxophone, Fletcher tested each instrument one by one, and he can complete the judgment without even a quadruple, and a gesture of radio can directly determine the fate of each musician. Before he even had time to breathe, he had already come to the drummer.

"Drummer, try double swing."

Ryan took the lead in playing, a four-beat, chopped off performance.

"Behind? Same."

Andrew stepped forward, a quadruple, and cut off the performance.

Then, Fletcher checked the bass again, and seriously thought about it on the spot. It seemed a little helpless and a little struggling, but after all he let out a long sigh, "Drummer, follow me."

A happy smile appeared on Ryan's face, and he could hardly conceal his excitement and excitement. He still lowered his eyes, closed his smile, and tried his best to stay calm and avoid looking too smug. In the envious eyes of the audience, he slowly stood up, looking like a gladiator who had just defeated his opponent.

Andrew was a little distracted, staring at the side woodenly, but the focus and focus had collapsed. It seemed that the whole brain was blank, and he entered a state of no thoughts, as if... as if he was avoiding looking at Ryan, and then just Will reveal the envy and jealousy deep in my heart. However, there was no color in those eyes. This was just a guess. No one knew the reason for Andrew's actions.

Fletcher looked back and said repeatedly, "No, no, another drummer."

Ryan's movements stiffened.

Andrew raised his eyes abruptly. There was a hint of surprise in those eyes. His brain hadn't turned completely, and he didn't know what was going on. Then he saw Fletcher stop and turn around. , That serious face has no expression, but faintly reveals an impatience, as if to say: Unwilling?

Andrew straightened his waist immediately and couldn't help holding his breath, making the whole person upright and straight, and then slowly stood up.

He is controlling his emotions. From the tightness of the muscles of the shoulders and neck, you can see the suppression of his hands after being clenched into a fist, which involves all the muscles; at the same time, the slightly divergent pupils and slightly tight jaws are also acceptable. It can be seen that after holding my breath, all physiological/physical characteristics have inevitably changed, and even my cheeks are slightly red.

The only change is the look in the eyes.

Those light brown eyes glowed with a faint flash, faintly able to capture the turbulence of the heart, and the surface of the calm and almost stiff God's situation became a sharp contrast, so that the steps forwarded step by step became trembling. He trembled, and every cell of his body could feel his excitement, just like the turbulent waves under the calm lake.

Andrew walked up to Fletcher with a blank face and cautiously, like a robot walking a tightrope, and finally stopped.

"Room b16, six o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late." Fletcher said softly, and then turned to leave, as if he hadn't noticed Andrew's abnormality at all or he didn't care at all.

Andrew stood there, blinked his eyes lightly, and now he finally had a sense of reality. Only then did he realize what the scene just meant, and he squeezed the corner of his mouth, then calmed down; he turned around and mastered calmly. , Step by step, walked back in the direction of his seat again.

All the eyes of the audience are projected towards Andrew, surprised? Surprised? envy? anger? Disdain? But no matter what, Andrew, who is usually hidden in the corner, stood under the much-anticipated light, while Ryan, who has always been kind and kind, was unwilling to look at Andrew at all, even if he owed a look in his eyes. , The tight jaw curve revealed the raging anger deep in his heart.

Andrew returned to his seat, and the orchestra started again. Ryan is still the number one drummer, but... he can enter the music room band! After all, Andrew did not hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth, and rose up, pure and clean, as if a child had gotten his favorite toy.

This is the best moment in Andrew's life.

...

Andrew took the initiative to send out a date invitation to the girl in the cinema, her name is Nicole; then the next morning, he went to the music room band to rehearse. He almost thought he was late and hurriedly arrived at the practice room, only to find that there was no one. Under foggy conditions, I thought I had gone to the wrong room, but I didn't expect to see the schedule at the entrance of the practice room:

Practice starts at nine o'clock in the morning.

This was Fletcher's first dismissal, but it was just the simplest and most common one.

Nine o'clock is nine o'clock, every second is not bad, Fletcher appeared, when Fletcher appeared, the youthful vitality in the whole practice room disappeared, just like the dementor in "Harry Potter" The appearance is normal, and then Andrew understands the reason for hell, which is simply hell.

Every measure, every note, every detail, Fletcher can grasp accurately and meticulously; any little mistake, Fletcher will show his own vicious tongue style and shame the musicians. Difficult, "shame" is not even enough to describe those harsh comments.

Fletcher shattered the chief trombone on the spot. Andrew didn't even know what went wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ This made Andrew suddenly panic.

During the intermission, Andrew started to prepare quickly. He definitely didn't want to be kicked out of the band the first day he entered the music room. That would be a real disaster. Unexpectedly, Fletcher had a cordial conversation with Andrew. He didn't have the style of the devil coach just now. He even used Charlie Parker as an example to describe Andrew, which made Andrew gradually relax.

But the next five minutes became Andrew's nightmare.

Stormy showers! The real gust of wind and rain! Starting from the verbal humiliation, it gradually escalated into a physical beating. Fletcher slapped Andrew fiercely in the face to beat the rhythm, allowing Andrew to judge whether it was grabbing or dragging; he even made Andrew promise like a coward. With his own discomfort and injury. Andrew collapsed completely and was completely crushed to pieces.

Finally, after the practice was over, he fled the practice room embarrassedly.

The whole theater is silent, and you can even faintly feel the audience's involuntary backward movement, leaning back firmly on the back of the chair, looking for a trace of security, the fear and shock passing through the big screen, heartily. The ground vents down, almost forgetting to breathe.