"Five, six, seven, go!"

But the first four beats weren't over yet—to be exact, on the third sixteenth note of the fourth, Fletcher interrupted the performance again, shaking his head gently in the negative. Crisp and neat, the rhythm is cut off without the slightest drag, and the sense of oppression seems to be accumulating little by little, creating a sense of shackles like a fish in the throat.

Unconsciously, Fletcher was already standing in front of Andrew, and there was only a set of drums between the two of them - his steps seemed to be pushing forward with the rhythm of the speech and the accumulation of pressure, and then he had formed a one-on-one confrontation with Andrew, raised his hands and pressed down gently, faintly feeling that he was patiently explaining the situation, "It doesn't fit my rhythm well." It's okay, don't worry, let's do it again. ”

Fletcher himself began to hit the rhythm, "Five, six, seven, go." ”

Andrew listened to Fletcher's rhythm and began his own hitting, but after a four-beat pause, Fletcher paused again and said plainly, "You're in a hurry." One more time. ”

Andrew's muscles were already tense, "hurry", why didn't he notice?

The drumsticks had just stopped, and just before Fletcher could hit the beat again, the jazz drums were struck again, as if eager to show himself once again and prove that his talent was still in control of the scene, but the drums were rather impatient and abrupt.

He immediately paused in a panic and looked over at Fletcher, who raised his hands in a gesture, his tone still soft, "Not in a hurry." Are you ready?" Andrew didn't even realize he was nodding, "Good, five, six, seven...... Let's go!"

Another quadruple.

Fletcher shook his head repeatedly, "You're dragging." This is it. Then he gestured with his eyes, as if to say: Do you understand?

Andrew nodded quickly in understanding, and then couldn't wait to start hitting again, but Fletcher immediately waved his hand, interrupting Andrew's hurried performance, "Wait for me to prompt." ”

This made Andrew's muscles completely tense and he realized that he seemed to be losing control, but the tension and panic in his heart could not be revealed, and he had to stay calm. Focus, focus, focus!

"Five, six, seven, go!"

It's the first four beats again, damn measure seventeen.

Fletcher's hands were clenched into fists, and he kept shaking his head, "Hurry." Then he slapped his hands again, "Five, six, seven, go." ”

Wrong again.

"Dragged on. Five, six, seven, go. ”

Everything was like a nightmare of ghosts hitting the wall, over and over again, over and over again, and they were just stuck in place, like a cheap horror movie. Each time Fletcher said to be in a hurry, he slowed down a little, and then he dragged on again, and then he quickened a little, and then he did not expect to rush again, and so on, and so on,

The more nervous you are, the more you make mistakes, the more you panic, the more you get nervous, and the circle of vicious circles can't stop at all, like a nightmare trapped in a labyrinth.

Didn't Fletcher say that he came here for a reason? Didn't Fletcher say that it was good to relax and enjoy? Didn't Fletcher say that he could catch up with Buddy Ricky? Didn't Flake say that he was doing very well?

So what's going on now? What's going on? What's going on? What did he do wrong?

He didn't know. What's more terrifying than making a mistake is that he doesn't know what went wrong, how to coordinate the fast and the slow? What's going on with the third sixteenth note in the fourth measure? Damn the sixteenth note, what does it mean to be rushed and what is it called to be delayed?

What to do?

Andrew's shoulders tensed completely, and like an endless loop, he threw himself into the same bar again.

The first four beats passed. No sound.

The second four beats passed again. Still no sound.

Andrew looked at Fletcher out of his eyes, trying to make sure if this was good news or bad news, and if he was finally playing the right one, was the rhythm just now Fletcher's?

But Fletcher turned around, and he couldn't see any expression at all, and could only judge from his back, and he was hitting the rhythm with his nod, as if the whole person was completely immersed in the melody.

This made Andrew more and more energetic, trying his best to show his spirituality and talent, hoping to win Fletcher's favor again.

Fletcher stood next to the doorway, holding the folding chair with his right hand, the movement of his jaw on the beat still did not stop, and the whole person looked very enjoyable and comfortable, without warning, he lifted the folding chair, like throwing a frisbee, and flew in the direction of Andrew with one turn.

Andrew, who was seriously playing the drums, slowed down for half a beat, and then saw the folding chair flying around like drops of blood, and a strong sense of survival suddenly broke out, and he hurriedly bent down, hugged his head with both hands, and made a defensive posture, and he could feel the air waves of the helicopter propeller whistling above his head.

"Whew. ”

The sharp and sharp sound of the wind swept by, and then the folding chair slammed into the wooden wall behind it, making a muffled sound, knocking down everything next to it, and everyone in the entire rehearsal room was frightened, and the trombone and French horn saxophone began to be out of tune.

Andrew even received a critical hit of 100,000 points.

Life is in danger, he really feels the danger of his life hanging by a thread, poked his head out in shock, looked around cautiously, and continued to swallow saliva The action faintly revealed the fear and panic in his heart, and the rapidly flickering pupils revealed the embarrassment and timidity of anxiety.

What's going on?

What the hell just happened?

Andrew hesitantly sat up straight again, and then saw Fletcher standing in front of him, looking at himself expressionlessly, Andrew was aggrieved and dazed, and couldn't figure out the situation at all, his slightly trembling pupils glanced at Fletcher, but he quietly shifted away because of fear, but Fletcher's intent-free eyes seemed to be able to eat him alive at any time, and he had to move his gaze again to look at Fletcher.

I swallowed my saliva again, trying to ease my tension, but it was too difficult.

Inhale, exhale, inhale again, exhale again.

Fletcher only used two movements to show his suppressed anger, he was angry, he was angry now, even if he had just thrown the chair, he still couldn't vent his emotions, he needed to explode now, whoever hit the muzzle of the gun would die extremely ugly.

Apparently, now Andrew is hitting the muzzle.

Fletcher struggled to stay calm, once again supporting his chin with one hand, "Do you know why I threw a chair at you just now?" Neiman?"

Andrew knew the answer in his heart: he had made a mistake. But the problem is that he doesn't know what went wrong with him, and now his head is a mess of mud, and he can't think at all, so he can only stammer, "I...... I do not know. The violently shaking pupils leaked the uncertainty inside.

"Of course you do. Fletcher said categorically.

Andrew held his breath, closed his lips tightly, his eyes condensed slightly, no one noticed, he secretly adjusted his breathing, as if he was cheering himself on, and then tried his best to keep his words steady, "Rhythm?"

Fletcher took a big breath, his right hand rubbing his chin constantly, "Are you rushing or delaying?"

Andrew's expression froze like this, he blinked lightly, and said hesitantly, "I...... I do not know. ”

This answer completely infuriated Fletcher, who strode over, his murderous eyes as if he had put Andrew on the gallows, "Start counting." ”

"Five, six, seven......" Andrew couldn't help but close his eyes, the pervasive sense of fear firmly surrounded him, and even his voice began to tremble slightly.

"Count to the hell four!" Fletcher's voice tensed to the extreme, anger seeping out little by little, "Look at me!"

Andrew turned his head blankly like a robot, trying to keep his eyes open and staring at Fletcher, but the focus and focus were falling apart little by little, and those light brown eyes were glowing, like Bambi, innocent and fragile, he still tried not to take his eyes off him, and then ...... Start counting.

"One, two, three, four. One two three four. ”

As soon as the count began, Fletcher raised his right hand and slapped it hard, but when it was about to land on Andrew's face, it shook over Andrew's head.

In the next second, "Ka", Damien's voice shouted, he hugged his head in annoyance, and let out a depressed exclamation, "JK, oh, JK, what's going on? What the hell is going on! Everything is fine, isn't it? JK!"

Simmons himself hugged the big bald head, all the anger and all the irritability subsided like a tide, and he stood up straight in great depression, looking at Lan Li who was close at hand.

He couldn't do it, and he still couldn't do it after all. It was at this time, the slap happened at this time, but Simmons never could shake it down, and he couldn't help but brake urgently at the last moment, he knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't control his emotions, those panic and timidity, the emotions that should have appeared in Andrew, fell to the bottom of his heart.

It's so hard.