Fletcher couldn't believe his eyes, a tear slowly slid across Andrew's cheek, revealing a sense of grievance and vulnerability, but stubbornly refused to turn his head, the slender and thick eyelashes were gently covered, trying to protect himself, I saw pity, people couldn't help but breed a touch of sympathy.

But the question is, why should he sympathize with a waste?

After the absurdity reached the extreme, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly, a real smile. The smile that had never been shown before was now genuinely raised, so ridiculous and funny that the whole person laughed briskly, shook his head slightly, and exclaimed, "Oh, my dear God. ”

The gentle words showed a completely different side, but they more and more contrasted with the ferocity and coldness just now.

Fletcher couldn't help frowning, a little disgusted and a little curious, as if he had seen something new, frowned and looked carefully, then stepped back slightly, and seriously asked his curious question, "Are you the type who tears alone without a trace?"

Andrew raised his right hand, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and lowered his eyelids to hide his embarrassment. He knew, he knew, that it was too late to cover up, but what else could he do? What should he do? He couldn't control himself, he was completely helpless, it was a disaster.

Fletcher's eyebrows furrowed again, his eyes widened, "Do I look like a double rainbow to your eyes?"

The first and second sentences are a mockery of those who are easily moved, easy to cry, and easy to satisfy, as long as they see a double rainbow, it is like seeing a unicorn, crying with joy, but in the eyes of others, at least in Fletcher's view, it is a group of people who live in their own world, extremely pretentious and extremely contrived.

Fletcher's words stung Andrew so hard that he tried to regain his composure, but Fletcher didn't give him a chance.

"You must be very uncomfortable. Are you having a hard time right now?" Fletcher asked, pressing as the storm enveloped again.

Andrew gritted his teeth, held his breath, and tried to answer in the strongest way possible, "No. But the slightly trembling lips leaked the fluctuations in his heart, and the slightly reddened eyes revealed his grievances, and the fear in his mind had drowned him, and he had to open his mouth and breathe heavily, and the suffocation of drowning made him extremely embarrassed.

"No, so you don't do it at all, do you?" Fletcher's words slammed into Andrew's chest like a dagger, leaving no room for manoeuvre.

Andrew had to turn his head and try to meet Fletcher's gaze, but he didn't dare to look up, just a ray of sight was enough to press his shoulders hard, and now he didn't even dare to lift his chin, the cowardice had completely crushed his spine, and he defended like a dying struggle, "I care......"

Fletcher didn't let Andrew finish speaking, and directly cut off the words, "Then are you uncomfortable? Yes, or no?"

How should he answer? Yes or no? How should he answer the right answer? Think! Think! But his messed up with marijuana can't think at all, and he can't even find a clue!

Andrew's precarious fragile emotions were on the verge of collapse again, and he was forced into a corner by Fletcher, unable to turn around or breathe, he had no way to think, he could only subconsciously bow his head lightly, expressing his approval, and the urge to collapse made him purse his lips hard, only in this way could he avoid crying directly.

"Yes, you're having a hard time. Fletcher came to a conclusion.

Andrew nodded unconsciously, and a murmur spilled from the corner of his mouth, "Yes." ”

"Speak up. Fletcher, however, refused to stop there.

This forced Andrew into a corner, or the edge of a cliff, it seemed that he could feel the precariousness of the wind, his life was threatened, he opened his mouth, but the grievance and sadness came up in a rush, the voice was blocked, he could only slowly squeeze out a hoarse voice from the depths of his throat, exposing all the innocence and unwillingness in his heart, "I'm very uncomfortable." ”

Fletcher didn't let go of it, and shouted even louder, "Be louder so that everyone can hear you." ”

Andrew only felt that he was completely naked, without dignity, without pride, and without confidence, so he was exposed to everyone at a loss, but he had no choice, he raised his head slightly, but his neck and shoulders were stiff as stones, and he couldn't lift it up at all, so he could only turn his body slightly awkwardly, gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and said loudly, "I'm very uncomfortable!"

"Louder!"

"I'm sad!"

"Louder!"

"I'm sad!" the tears burst again, with a thick nasal voice and hazy hot tears in his eyes, like a lost five-year-old, standing at a huge crossroads, helpless, but Fletcher didn't make it any easier.

The moment Andrew roared, Fletcher's face instantly completed the transformation, and the slightest hint of disguised gentleness disappeared, and he became a bloody and brutal Tyrannosaurus Rex again, destroying Andrew's last trace of dignity with full firepower, leaving no bottom line.

"You're just a shit/shit/mother/cannon with no prospects, no value, no friends, and when you were a child, your mother found out that her object was not the great Eugene-O'Neil (Eugene-O'Neil) and then abandoned you and your dad and turned away, and when you grew up, you ran to Lao Tzu's drum kit and cried and blew your nose like he/mom/nine-year-old girl, so he/mom/give me one last time, louder. ”

Before the rehearsal, Andrew and Fletcher mentioned their family, their own mother and their father, but they didn't expect that now they have become a weapon for Fletcher to attack him, and even his mother has become a prop for spreading salt on his wounds.

Andrew had completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, snot flowing, his whole cheek was flushed, and the left side of his face was even swollen, the kind of chaos and embarrassment that had just been subjected to abuse/humiliation/, and in the face of the pretense of strength that barely maintained his emotions, he became more and more cowardly and cowering, he clenched his fists, clenched his drumsticks tightly, and his muscles were tensed to the extreme, like a volcano erupting in anger, releasing all the accumulated energy.

"I'm very! sad!"

opened his mouth wide to the extreme, as if his life was hanging by a thread to call for help, and transmitted his voice in the drowning.

But after the shouting, the tearful dirt on his face became more and more prominent in his embarrassment and humility.

Fletcher straightened up and looked at Andrew with a look of disdain and disdain, like looking at an ant that had fallen into the dust, and even a spit was too wasteful, and walked back step by step, calmly, "Carl. ”

It's a call to the original lead drummer, Carl Turner.

Karl stood up and came to Andrew's side, ready to take his place.

Andrew sat stunned, the sadness and despair as if he had witnessed the collapse of a world, grand and magnificent, magnificent and tragic, his shoulders, his head, his hands all relaxed, and his last breath was spit out, and then the whole person fell apart like this, without even the slightest life.

Crushing, thorough crushing, crushing without leaving a trace of room and without a trace of temperature.

"Now start practising hard, Neiman. Fletcher, however, had already regained his composure and composure, turned his back to Andrew, dropped a sentence lightly, and then returned to the back of his conducting score, adjusted his breathing, and continued to give orders, and once again entered the daily training, "'Whipping', 125 bars, adult rhythm, five, six, seven...... Walk. ”

It's like...... It's as if nothing had happened.

Andrew stood up, gave up his place to Carl, and sat back in his original position, all his confidence, all his pride, all his self-esteem completely crushed to slag, and there was nothing left.

Now, Andrew couldn't raise his head at all, and even the movement of standing up and opening his seat kept his head deeply lowered, as if he was shouldering a heavy mountain on his shoulders, and every step was so heavy that it left deep holes in the ground, but this still could not relieve Andrew's inner torment.

He sat quietly on the bench next to the drum kit, his head drooping, no sadness, no anger, no chagrin, not even fluctuations, not even the eyelashes and tears on the corners of his eyes were wiped away, the whole person was in a state of unwavering numbness, as if he had tried to feel the pain, the whole person sat in place out of his soul, even when the performance began again, he was not in the mood to listen.

Time and space, for Andrew, seemed to stop like that.

If anyone is curious about what the world destroys and the spirit breakdown looks like, Andrew in front of him is the best example.

The air in the entire rehearsal room froze, no one spoke, no one moved, the silence was making everyone stiffen, and even their fingers did not dare to move easily, lest they would become another ghost under the claws of the "Tyrannosaurus Rex", and the fear and astonishment were spreading rapidly, so that Damien hesitated.

The whole scene had already been filmed, but Damien still looked left and right, and after hesitating for a while, he cautiously raised his voice and shouted, "Ka." ”