1704 Teenage troubles
Andrew Neiman is a freshman at the Shelver School of Music pursuing his musical dream.
Adolescent boys are always immersed in their own world, full of worries and stubborn opinions. Andrew is no exception.
He longed to make a career in music. His father expressed support but couldn't understand. He just thought he was too paranoid. "You have other options. When you reach my age, you will be able to see clearly." "But he couldn't understand his father, "I don't want to look away..”
He is eager to start a relationship, and the budding mania of youth is surging. He secretly has a crush on the waitress girl in the cinema, but he doesn't even dare to look at her; there are always too many ideals and wishes waiting deep in his heart. Realized, but trapped in reality, struggling like a trapped animal.
He longed to be Buddy Rich, secretly always listened to Buddy Rich's playing, and then secretly imitated Buddy's style during daily practice, imagining that he was Buddy, standing on the Lincoln Road. On the central stage, perform for audiences around the world and show off your talents.
As a freshman, he joined a school band and became the second drummer, but he was frustrated. The first drummer in the band, Ryan, was his envy. He was handsome, charming, and talented - Ryan left After a period of time, he went on vacation specially. When he returned, he brought his beautiful/sexy girlfriend with him, and the band members expressed a warm welcome..
“Neiman was a real disaster when he sat behind the drum kit.”
One of the band members gave Ryan a big hug to express their memory of him..
Andrew sat quietly behind the drum kit, watching everything in front of him. He was longing for his talent to be recognized, but from family to school, his life circle was so tightly suppressed that he almost breathed. Out of breath, seems out of tune with the whole world.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, not a smile, just a curve of pretending to be relieved, but there was lingering bitterness deep in his light brown eyes. Ryan apologized to him on behalf of the group members, and he could only smile in return. I don't care - look, this is Ryan, even the character is so perfect.
But Andrew and Ryan and every student in the school who is learning an instrument aspire to join the same band: the Studio-Band）.
This band is the best among the best in the school. Only the best and most talented students can join. The strength and ability of the band have reached professional standards. Each member may become a real professional musician after graduation. , perform on the big stage of Lincoln Center, or sign a contract with a professional jazz company, or become a master that will last forever..
Everyone is eager to join, but not everyone can succeed.
Today, the opportunity comes.
Fletcher appeared, that black suit - he is still wearing a black suit today. It seems that he has countless sets of black suits in his wardrobe, which he can wear over and over again. He will never be short of black suits; this He is the conductor of the music room band. He holds the power of life and death of the entire band, and also holds the future hopes of all students..
“cute.”
Fletcher commented on the music score that the band was practicing. His calm and understated expression contained ridicule and ridicule, without any edge but with a biting coldness..
Cello, trombone, saxophone, Fletcher checked each instrument one by one. He didn't even need a four-beat to complete the judgment. A gesture of closing the sound can directly determine the fate of each musician. Before I even had time to breathe, I was already at the drummer.
“Drummers, come and try a double swing.”
Ryan took the lead and cut off the performance with a four-beat.
“later? Same.”
Andrew stepped forward and cut off the performance with a four-beat beat..
Then, Fletcher checked the bass again, and thought about it carefully on the spot. He seemed a little helpless and struggled, but in the end he breathed out a long breath, "Drummer, follow me..”
A cheerful smile appeared on Ryan's face, and he could hardly conceal his excitement and excitement. He lowered his eyes, closed his smile, and tried his best to stay calm and avoid looking too proud. The whole audience was envious. With eyes in his eyes, he slowly stood up, looking like a gladiator who had just defeated his opponent..
Andrew was a little distracted, staring blankly to the side, but the focus and focus had collapsed. It seemed that the entire brain was blank, and he entered a state of no thoughts, as if... as if he was avoiding looking at Ryan, and then It will reveal the envy and jealousy deep in his heart. However, there is no color in those eyes. This is just a guess. No one can know the reason why Andrew made such a move..
Fletcher looked back and said repeatedly, "No, no, no, there's another drummer..”
Ryan's movements froze..
Andrew suddenly raised his eyes, with a hint of surprise in them. His brain hadn't completely turned around yet, and he didn't know what happened for a moment. Then he saw Fletcher stop and turn around. , that serious face was expressionless, but there was a hint of impatience, as if to say: unwilling？
Andrew straightened his waist immediately, couldn't help but hold his breath, made his whole body straighter, and then slowly stood up.
He is controlling his emotions, which can be seen from the tightness of the muscle lines on his shoulders and neck - the suppression after clenching his hands into fists involves all the muscles in his body; at the same time, his slightly dilated pupils and slightly tight jaw You can also see it - after holding your breath, all physiological characteristics inevitably change, even the cheeks become slightly red..
The only change is the eyes.
Those light brown eyes had a slight sparkle, which could vaguely capture the turbulence in his heart. It was in sharp contrast with the calm and almost stiff expression on the surface, so that the steps he took forward step by step became shaky. He trembled, and every cell in his body could feel his excitement, just like the turbulent waves under the calm lake..
Andrew walked up to Fletcher expressionlessly 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, then turned and left, as if he didn't notice Andrew's abnormality at all - or in other words, he didn't care at all..
Andrew stood there and blinked slightly. Now he finally had a sense of reality. Only then did he realize what the scene just meant. He pursed his lips slightly, then calmed down; turned around, Trying to be calm, he walked back towards his seat step by step..
All the eyes of the audience were directed towards Andrew. Surprised? Surprised? envious? anger? Disdain? But no matter what, Andrew, who usually hides in the corner, stood under the spotlight of everyone, and Ryan, who had always been kind and kind, was not willing to look at Andrew at all, not even a look. , the slightly tight mandible curve revealed the burning anger deep in his heart..
Andrew returned to his seat, and the orchestra started playing again - Ryan was still the first drummer, but... he could enter the music room band! The smile at the corner of Andrew's mouth couldn't be suppressed after all, and it rose up, pure and clean, just like a child getting his most beloved toy.
This was the best moment of Andrew's life.
……
Andrew took the initiative to send a date invitation to the girl in the cinema, her name was Nicole; and then went to the music room band rehearsal early the next morning. He almost thought he was late, and hurriedly arrived at the practice room, only to find that there was no one there. In the confusion, I thought I was in the wrong room, but to my surprise, I saw the schedule at the door of the practice room.：
Practice starts at 9 a.m..
This was Fletcher's first move, but it was just the simplest and most common one..
Nine o'clock was nine o'clock, and at the right moment, Fletcher appeared. The moment Fletcher appeared, all the youthful vitality in the entire practice room disappeared, just like the dementors in "Harry Potter" Appeared normally, and then Andrew understood the reason - hell, this is simply hell.
Fletcher can grasp every measure, every note, and every detail accurately and meticulously; for any tiny mistake, Fletcher will show his venomous style and scold the musicians to shame. Disgraceful, "shameful" is not even enough to describe those harsh and vicious comments.
Fletcher scolded the chief trombone to the point where he collapsed. Andrew didn't even know what went wrong, which made Andrew panic..
During the intermission, Andrew began to prepare quickly. He definitely did not want to be kicked out of the band on the first day he entered the music room band. That would be a real disaster. Unexpectedly, Fletcher started a conversation with Andrew cordially. , not at all the charm of the devil coach just now, and 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 weather! A real storm! It started with verbal humiliation and gradually escalated to physical beatings - Fletcher slapped Andrew hard in the face to set the rhythm and let Andrew judge whether it was a snap or a delay; he even made Andrew look like a coward. Generally committed to his own discomfort and injury. Andrew completely collapsed and was completely defeated and torn apart..
Finally, after practice, he fled the practice room in embarrassment.
The entire screening room was completely silent, and you could even faintly feel the audience moving backwards involuntarily, leaning back against the back of the chair, looking for a trace of security. The fear and shock passed through the big screen, heartily. The ground is venting, almost forgetting to breathe.
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