The corners of Andrew's mouth are rising slightly, and he is trying very hard to hide his pride and excitement, but the nineteen-year-old youth still makes the corners of his mouth slightly pursed and unable to hide, the excitement, the excitement, the youthful youth's vitality at the right time, stretches between his eyebrows, as if he already has the whole world.

Sitting in front of the drum kit, Andrew could clearly feel the attention of the people from all directions, but the nervousness was gone, he believed that he was special, he believed that Fletcher saw his talent, and he believed that he could take his place here. He believes that he is a genius and is destined to shine on the stage!

At this moment, it is his moment of light. He can even imagine the audience shining and applauding after his performance.

"Good, gangs, 'whipping'. Fletcher walked into the classroom, in a relaxed and relaxed posture, motioned to everyone, and then cast his gaze at Andrew, "Slow down, okay? Neiman? There was even a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, which was far from the demonic image just now, like Mu Chun/Feng, showing fatherly kindness, as if he was looking at Andrew differently.

Andrew smiled shallowly, slightly shy, trying to express his modesty, but the pride and pride in the depths of his eyes could not be suppressed.

But then, Andrew grabbed the drumstick and got ready, and he noticed a small detail: Fletcher was sure that he was ready, and then he withdrew his gaze and officially said, "Start." ”

So, he's really special.

"Five, six, seven...... Walk. ”

At Fletcher's order, Andrew retracted all his attention and began to beat the drum, the beginning was not too difficult, Andrew unconsciously muttered to himself in the depths of his throat counting the beats, "2-3-2", the hand muscles were slightly tense, and the rhythm was relatively crisp, and he stepped on the beat steadily.

The whole rhythm is even and stable, and it is completed in strict accordance with the score, so that it lacks a little personal characteristics and style, and also lacks some emotional injection and interpretation, which can be said to be decent, closer to the way of teaching template. But Andrew didn't dare to relax at all, and at the beginning, making sure that his pace was accurate, which was the most important thing.

Inadvertently, Fletcher's voice came to my ears, "It's a little drumming here."

Understood in a literal sense, this sentence is "add flowers to fill", which means that when passing through the door, add a flower to the rhythm of the drum kit, do not rigidly adhere to the rhythm form, and give the performance more skills and emotions, rather than cold notes and melodies.

Andrew glanced at each other, then saw Fletcher's movements, and motioned for him to add a little trick here. This reminded Andrew of their first meeting, when he practiced alone in the practice room after class, but unexpectedly ran into Fletcher, who didn't say much at the time, but nodded in affirmation.

And those words of encouragement from Fletcher during the break.

Does this mean that his talent and talent are what Fletcher values most, and that his own characteristics and colors are the reasons why Fletcher chose himself?

Andrew's confidence couldn't help but rise. The wrist movements and finger movements were slightly more agile, and the steady rhythm suddenly began to become vibrant.

He looked up and looked at Fletcher out of his eyes, like a canine seeking its master's attention, with a faint hint of uncertainty.

Fletcher supported his left hand with his right hand, his left hand resting on his cheek, and his head beating lightly, as if he was enjoying the performance, his eyebrows stretched out and the corners of his mouth raised were extremely relaxed, as if the ordinary audience was listening to a jazz performance, truly immersed in it and wandering freely.

Fletcher's reaction gave Andrew a great encouragement.

So Andrew did everything he could, all the tricks he knew, and completely used this place as his own stage to bloom, because his muscles were so strong that his shoulders and upper body swayed, as if the whole person was immersed in the sea of jazz, and the taste of being like a fish in water, natural, and integrated produced an illusion: the music note was in his own hands.

At this moment, Andrew felt that he was the god who ruled the music note!

Fletcher spread his hands wide and exclaimed, "This is Buddy Ricky incarnation!"

The smile on Andrew's lips couldn't help but rise, he was Buddy Ricky! He was Buddy Ricky! The youthful vitality was like the golden sun at ten o'clock in the morning, scorching and dazzling, even Apollo was eclipsed, and the pride and pride slowly rippled between his eyebrows, but he still told himself: Be humble, I must remain humble.

So Andrew struggled to retract his smile and once again concentrate on his performance, harder and harder, and more and more fancy, doing everything in his power to show himself, as if this was his solo recital, and his other bandmates seemed to be reduced to the background, setting off his sparkle.

But Fletcher's smile paused at the edge of his mouth, and suddenly he raised his right hand and made a fist gesture, cutting off the whole band's performance, only Andrew's drum beat was still playing, only half a beat slower, Andrew also paused his performance, and looked at Fletcher in confusion.

Fletcher pursed the corners of his mouth vigorously, as if he was thinking seriously, and then pointed out in a gentle, friendly tone, "There was a little problem there just now." Back to measure 17. ”

Seventeen bars?Andrew didn't know why, didn't he get praise and approval for his playing?

Then, Fletcher returned to his command seat, raised his right hand, and scanned the audience, and finally his eyes fell on Andrew, "Ready." Five, six, seven...... Walk. ”

Andrew threw himself into playing again.

His upper body had been working faintly, and it seemed that he only needed more muscle force to correct the "problem" just now, but deep down, he was a little unsure, because he couldn't hear what the problem was. So, his gaze was firmly fixed on Fletcher's figure: could it be that there were too many tricks just now, or was the force just now not accurate enough?

It's noticeable that Andrew's striking is a little stiffer and his control is getting weaker, but he's trying to make adjustments and make corrections as he thinks.

But the smile on Fletcher's face was fading little by little, and then, clenching his right fist again, interrupted the performance.

Fletcher pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, as if he had pinched an invisible beat with three fingers, his expression was slightly serious, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was still gentle, and he said seductively, "It doesn't fit my rhythm well." ”

Andrew was slightly stunned, and the pride and pride quietly disappeared into the depths of his pupils, replaced by a trace of solemnity and confusion: "My rhythm"? What is Fletcher's rhythm like? How should he fit into Fletcher's rhythm?

Without a pause, Fletcher continued, "One more time." Five, six, seven...... Walk. ”

Andrew had to retract his thoughts, concentrate all his attention, and hit the drum kit again, but before the first four beats were over, Fletcher clenched his right fist again, interrupted the play, and before he knew it, Fletcher's footsteps were closing in little by little.

"The first beat of measure 18 puts the accent out (Donbeat-On-18). Fletcher taught him hand-in-hand, "One more time." Five, six, seven...... Let's go!"

Andrew was a little confused, a little shy, a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed, but he nodded his head pretending to be nonchalant to show that he understood, and then began to play again.

This time the first four beats were played, but Fletcher immediately began to shake his head, shaking his head again and again, and when the second fourth beat had just begun, Fletcher clenched his fists again and interrupted the play, "Bar-17, the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat (Bar-17, the-AND-of-4)." ”

"1-A-AND-D, 2-A-AND-D, 3-A-AND-D, 4-A-AND-D", in fact, divides a beat into four dots, each syllable represents a quarter note, and if it is placed in a complete four beats, then each note is a sixteenth note.

In Fletcher's words, he specifically refers to the "AND" syllable of the fourth beat, which is the third sixteenth note in the fourth beat, which means that the beat of this note is slow.

As mentioned earlier, the "whiplash" is a seven-beat rhythm, so the permutations and combinations in each beat are different, and the cyclic permutations and combinations of two-beat, three-beat, two-beat and two-beat are subdivided into a sixteenth note, and the rhythmic control becomes extremely delicate. It can be vividly described as:

The difference in the thickness of a hair.

Fletcher's words made Andrew even more nervous, his brows unconsciously furrowed slightly, and countless question marks were constantly echoing in his mind:

What exactly should the third sixteenth note on the fourth beat be stepped on?Is it tighter?Or is it more dragging?Wait, didn't Fletcher just praise himself as Buddy Ricky? So what's wrong now? Oops, in front of the rest of the band, like the chief trombone, he wouldn't be like that, right?

"Five, six, seven, go!"

Fletcher called the shots again.