Andrew Neiman is a first-year student at the Shelver Conservatory of Music and is chasing his musical dreams.

Adolescent teenagers are always immersed in their own world, full of worries and stubborn. Andrew is no exception.

He longed to make his way on the music path, but his father expressed support but couldn't understand it, just thought he was too paranoid, "You have other options." When you're my age, you'll be able to see it. But he couldn't understand his father, "I don't want to look away." ”

He longs to start a relationship, the youthful and budding depression is surging, he secretly has a crush on the waitress girl in the cinema, but he doesn't even dare to look at each other, and there are always too many ideals and wishes waiting to be realized in his heart, but he is trapped in reality, struggling like a trapped beast.

He aspires to be Buddy Ricky, and in private he always listens to Buddy Ricky's performances, and then secretly imitates Buddy's style in his daily practice, imagining that he is Buddy, standing on the stage at Lincoln Center, playing for audiences all over the world, and showing his talent.

As a freshman, he joined an orchestra on campus and became the second drummer, but he was depressed. Ryan, the band's first drummer, was his envy, and the handsome, handsome, suave, and talented Ryan left for a while to go on vacation, and when he returned, he was warmly welcomed by the members of the orchestra with his pretty/sexy/sensual girlfriend.

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

One of the band members gave Ryan a big hug, a way of expressing their nostalgia for Ryan.

Andrew sat quietly behind the drum kit and watched it all happen. He longed, longed for his talent to be recognized, but from home to school, his life circle was tightly suppressed, almost breathless, and seemed to be out of place with the whole world.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, not a smile, just a pretended relief arc, but there was a lingering bitterness in the depths of his light brown eyes. Ryan apologized to him on behalf of the team members, and he could only smile in return, saying that he didn't care about looking at it, this is Ryan, and even the character design is so perfect.

But Andrew and Ryan, along with every student at the school who is learning an instrument, are eager to join the same orchestra: the studio-band.

The band is the best of the best in the school, only the best and most talented students can join, the strength and ability of the band have reached a professional level, and each member may become a true professional musician after graduation, perform on the big stage of Lincoln Center, sign a professional jazz company, or become a master of the century.

Everyone wants to be a part of it, but not everyone succeeds.

Today, here's your chance.

Fletcher appeared, and even the black suit was still a black suit today, and it seemed that there were countless black suits in his wardrobe that could be worn over and over again, and there would never be a shortage of black suits, and this was the conductor of the orchestra room, who held the power of life and death of the entire orchestra, and also the hope for the future of all the students.

"Lovely. ”

Fletcher commented on the score that the band was practicing, with a calm, understated expression with mockery and ridicule, and no edge but cold and piercing.

The cello, the trombone, the saxophone, Fletcher tested one instrument at a time, and it didn't even take a four-beat for him to complete the judgment, and a radio gesture could directly decide the fate of every musician, and before he even had time to catch his breath, he had already arrived at the drummer.

"Drummer, try the double swing. ”

Ryan played first, a four-beat, choking off the performance.

"Behind? ”

Andrew stepped forward and cut off the performance with a four-beat.

Then, Fletcher examined the bass again, and thought about it carefully, seemingly a little helpless and struggling, but finally let out a long breath, "Drummer, follow me." ”

Ryan had a happy smile on his face, barely able to hide his excitement and excitement, but he lowered his eyes and gathered his smile together, doing his best to keep his composure and avoid looking too proud. 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, and it seemed that the whole brain was blank, and he entered a state of thoughtlessness, as if he ...... It's as if you're avoiding looking at Ryan, and then you're going to reveal your deepest envy and jealousy. However, there was no color in those eyes, and this was just speculation, and no one knew why Andrew made such a move.

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

Ryan's movements froze.

Andrew raised his eyes suddenly, there was a hint of surprise in those eyes, his brain hadn't completely turned, and he didn't know what was going on for a while, and then he saw Fletcher stop and turn around, the serious face was expressionless, but it faintly revealed a sense of impatience, as if to say: Unwilling?

Andrew immediately straightened his waist, couldn't help but hold his breath, made the whole person straighten, and then slowly stood up.

He was controlling his emotions, and the tightness of the muscles in his shoulders and neck could be seen from the tightness of his hands clenched into fists, pulling the muscles all over his body, and at the same time, the slightly dilated pupils and slightly tense jaw could also be seen that after holding his breath, all biological/physical characteristics inevitably changed, and even his cheeks flushed slightly.

The only change is in the eyes.

Those light brown eyes flashed slightly, vaguely able to capture the surging of the heart, and formed a violent contrast with the calm and almost stiff expression on the surface, so that the steps of step by step became trembling, and every cell of the body could feel his excitement, like the turbulent waves under the calm surface of the lake.

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

"Room B16, tomorrow morning at six o'clock. Don't be late. Fletcher whispered, and then turned away, as if he didn't notice Andrew's anomaly or at all, he didn't care.

Andrew stood where he was, blinking his eyes slightly, and now he finally had a sense of reality, and he realized what this scene meant, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and then he calmed down, turned around, and walked back towards his seat step by step, with all his composure.

All the eyes of the audience were projected towards Andrew, surprised, surprised, envious, angry, disdainful, but no matter what, Andrew, who was usually hidden in the corner, stood under the spotlight like this, and Ryan, who has always been kind and kind, was not willing to cast his eyes at Andrew at this time, even if he didn't look at it, the slightly tight jaw curve revealed the anger that was burning in his heart.

Andrew returned to his seat, and the orchestra played again Ryan was still the first drummer, but ...... The smile on Andrew's lips finally did not hold back, and it rose up, pure and clean, like a child getting his favorite toy.

It was the best moment of Andrew's life.

……

Andrew took the initiative to send a date invitation to the girl in the movie theater, her name is Nicole, and then went to the music room early the next morning to rehearse for the band, he almost thought he was late, and rushed all the way to the practice room, only to find it empty, confused, and thought that he had gone to the wrong room, but he didn't expect it, but he saw the schedule at the door of the practice room:

Practice starts at nine a.m.

It was Fletcher's first dismissal, but it was only the simplest and most mundane.

Nine o'clock is nine o'clock, every minute and second, Fletcher appeared, and the moment Fletcher appeared, the youthful vitality in the entire practice room disappeared, just like the Dementors in "Harry Potter" appeared, and then Andrew understood the reason hell, this is simply hell.

Every measure, every note, every detail, Fletcher can grasp it with unmistakable precision, meticulously, and at every slight mistake, Fletcher will show his poisonous style, scolding the musician to shame, and "shame" is not even enough to describe those harsh and vicious comments.

Fletcher scolded the chief trombone on the spot. Andrew didn't even know what had gone wrong, which made Andrew panic.

During the break, Andrew began to prepare quickly, and he definitely didn't want to be kicked out of the band on his first day in the music room, which would be a real disaster. Unexpectedly, Fletcher started a conversation with Andrew cordially, without the slightest demeanor of the devil's head just now, and even used Charlie Parker as an example to describe Andrew, which made Andrew gradually relaxed.

But the next five minutes turned out to be Andrew's nightmare.

Boom! The real storm! Starting with verbal humiliation, it gradually escalates to a physical beating, and Fletcher slapped Andrew fiercely, so as to hit the rhythm and let Andrew judge whether it was a snatch or a drag, and even made Andrew promise his discomfort and injury like a coward. Andrew was completely crushed and torn apart.

Eventually, after the practice, he fled the practice room in embarrassment.

The whole screening hall was silent, and you could even faintly feel the audience's involuntary backwards movements, leaning their backs on the back of the chair, looking for a trace of security, the fear and shock passed through the big screen, and they almost forgot to breathe.