Fletcher and Andrew went head-to-head.

In the terrifying atmosphere where the audience's eyes were so surprised that they were about to fall, Andrew stepped forward, fought for reason, and gave it a go for his position as the leader, "This is my position!"

"This is my place!" Fletcher shot back, "I can give it to whoever I want! ”

Andrew realized that he had forgotten his drumstick at the rental car shop, but he said, "I forgot about it in the car." I'll be right back. Five minutes!"

"I'm warming up right now. Fletcher was unkind.

Andrew is still fighting, "I can use Ryan's drumstick......"

"Neiman, the chief is not yours anymore. Fletcher was unmoved.

Thinking back to nearly five hours of torture and torment last night, Andrew refused to disarm, "No, I didn't!

"Can't?" Fletcher opened his mouth like a life-devouring shark, "when are you going to be the hellish expert and tell me what to do? What not to do? You hell flat-chested matchgirl!"

Andrew's eyes widened and his face was hideous, "I won that position!"

"You haven't won anything. I'm grass/you/he/mother/what a self-righteous!" Fletcher was still full of foul mouth, "You became the principal because you 'lost' the score." "Turner's score. "You were able to get into the Music Room Band because I told you exactly what I wanted when you were in Nassau!"

Double swing.

"Am I wrong?"

Andrew had no way to refute, "No. But the words refused to back down, "I joined the music room band because of ......"

Ryan interrupted Andrew's words with a loud voice, "Why can't you just get out of here?"

"Hey!" Andrew turned and growled with red eyes, "Get out of here!" Johnny-Utah, go over my sheet music!

Ryan grinded his gums viciously, but couldn't refute it.

"Hey!" Fletcher interrupted Andrew's catharsis, "I can//let you out whenever I want!"

"You don't have the guts to let me out now!" Andrew defied Fletcher's authority.

Fletcher's eyes almost burst, "Try it! You are a / soft / force!" " Then Fletcher glared at Andrew deadly, "Eleven minutes before half past five, my band is going on stage, and before that, if you don't walk on stage with damn drumsticks, or if you dare to hit the wrong beat! By the time you get out of Shelf, you'll make your dad look like a successful man!"

"Understood?"

"Or, let that damn Johnny Utah be the chief now! ”

Johnny Utah, the name of the actor in the 1991 Keanu Reeves starring in the work "Breaking Point", first a football quarterback and then a career to become the FBI, and then pretending to be a surfer to enter the crime team to solve crimes.

That's what Andrew called Ryan, and now Fletcher calls Ryan that. This is a very detail, Ryan, who is standing behind Andrew, has unwittingly become a background wall, it seems that not long ago, he was a competitor on a par with Andrew, and in the blink of an eye, he has become an insignificant pawn.

The audience was unable to capture the details clearly, but gradually forgot about Ryan's existence in their minds, and all eyes were focused on Andrew and Fletcher, who were fighting each other, and held their breath nervously.

In the face of Fletcher's aggressive and powerful momentum, Andrew's eyes darkened little by little, and he seemed to be able to clearly feel that the light brown eyes were turning into pitch black, even if they were as black as ink, they still had a slight halo, and the devil's wings between the waves were slowly spreading.

"That's my place!" Andrew said word by word, his voice almost bursting from the depths of his throat, and a powerful voice slammed into Fletcher, "I'll be on stage!" and Andrew turned away.

Get in. Initiate. Arrival. Get out. Pick-up. Get in. Let's go.

Crash.

In the midst of all the chaos, Andrew didn't pay attention to the oncoming cars on the left and right when he passed through the intersection, and then he was directly stopped by a big red truck.

The world was spinning, and Andrew was covered in blood, but his eyes only noticed one thing: it was 5:31 and he missed the performance.

Andrew struggled out of the carriage, completely ignoring the dissuasion of the other accident driver, grabbed his drumstick, and then ran towards the race field, his steps were already staggering, he stepped on the steps, wiped away the blood stains that blurred his vision, and rushed into the field of play without self-forgetfulness, and walked onto the stage covered in blood.

Then, play.

All the band members were stunned, as was the entire auditorium. A performance, but the real and virtual audiences are combined into one, sitting in front of the same stage.

Everyone opened their mouths slightly, staring at the unbelievable scene in front of them in amazement-

Blood continued to slide down Andrew's forehead, blurring his vision, his hands were stained with viscous and bright blood, which obviously affected the movement of holding the drumsticks with both hands, and his body began to tremble because of the severe pain, not to mention the rhythm of the beating, even the drumsticks could not be held steady, and finally fell directly to the ground.

However, Andrew still gritted his teeth and played, even if the drumstick was dropped, he picked it up again and continued to play. The paranoia that burst out of those eyes, like a devil breaking through a cocoon, distorted the whole face, and then penetrated the shackles of the big screen, tightly holding the hearts of the audience, and forced, and forced, the hideous and bloody dark temperament made the audience hold their breath.

Mad! Andrew is completely crazy! Even though his physical endurance has reached the extreme, he relies on a willpower to grit his teeth and support it, and really burns his life, and goes on stage to perform, as if he sees the devil playing.

The show was interrupted after all. Andrew's performance was interrupted, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't even sit still, while Ryan and Turner, both sitting behind him, showed panicked expressions, but gradually blurred in the camera and became the background.

Fletcher interrupted the performance, walked up to Andrew, and said calmly and calmly, "You're done." "Not because of the interruption of the performance, not because of the horrific sight in front of him, but because Andrew was hitting the wrong rhythm – he just said that if you get it off the beat, it's all it takes.

A show is a show, and Carnegie Hall is a Carnegie Hall. Andrew is a madman, Fletcher is also a madman, and the most important thing at this moment is not Andrew's life - that bloody appearance is really too terrifying, shouldn't you worry about Andrew's life? But they still look at Andrew's career.

Andrew ruined Fletcher's career, and now Fletcher is going to ruin Andrew's career as well. The two devils were dancing a tango in the midst of the flames, and the audience was completely unconscious, and they could only stare at the hideous behind Fletcher's calm face.

Andrew broke out, he instantly understood what Fletcher meant, so he completely lost control, directly kicked over the drum kit, and threw Fletcher directly into it with a flying pounce, holding Fletcher neck with both hands, his eyes were red and his expression was distorted, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" He had completely lost his mind, and the blood continued to drip like this, but he ignored it, just screamed in frenzy, foaming at the mouth, "Grass! Fletcher!

Andrew is done.

There was not the slightest sound in the screening room, from inside the screen to outside the screen, even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared, but inside the screen was numbness and indifference, and outside the screen was shock and fear, and the double discomfort of the psychological and physical levels deepened step by step as the film progressed, watching Andrew ...... step by step Madness, that terrifying twist finally reached its climax at this point.

……

The next five minutes became the most fantastic part of the movie, with two lines going hand in hand and intertwining shots to explain the changes after that game.

Andrew was dropped out of Shelfer College, and once again in the video he was simply immersed in the joy of playing the drums, his eyes were full of fragile and sad tears, but after all, he still powerlessly dissipated the light, as if he had buried himself with his own hands - not dreams and futures, but who he used to be.

Then, Andrew sorted out everything about the drum kit, even the drum kit, all the albums, all the books, all the videos, all of them.

At the same time, Andrew's father, Jim, found a lawyer.

Through the lawyer's mouth, Andrew learned that Sean Casey, the disciple who moved Fletcher to tears, did not die in a car accident, but hanged himself, and he has been suffering from emotional anxiety since he became a disciple of Fletcher, but Sean's family is not wealthy and has no way to sue Fletcher. The Neiman family, on the other hand, is middle-class, and Jim is not prepared to let Fletcher go.

Andrew hesitated, he didn't want to do this, but he no longer had his own dreams and persistence, he could only return to the side of the family, looking at his father's concern and expectations, he nodded and agreed to testify, "You tell me, what should I say." Andrew said to the lawyer.

Life was restored to peace, and Andrew, like Nicole, became an ordinary young man, working in a breakfast shop, and then began to apply to Columbia University again, and began to plan for a "down-to-earth" job in the future, as his father had hoped, like thousands of young people in the mainstream of society.

Jazz, it seems, has nothing to do with his life anymore.