If you don't look carefully, you can't see what is painted on your face, and this dark circle takes up half of your face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone just stared at Qin Guan for about half a minute, and this time they were hissing and gasping for air.

Baptiste's fat man's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Qin Guan's arm: "You study acting?" How did you run to New York? NYU? Why don't you go to France? That's the top acting school! ”

Joseph, out of the instinct to go against what the French say, directly retorted: "There is Broadway in New York, USA, how do you know that Qin Guan is not learning dance?" ”

"Besides, Los Angeles is here sideways, you let Qin Guan go to your France? Why? If you can't pay your salary, will you go on strike with the actors' union? ”

"You! Brute! The honor of the Gallic warriors cannot be trampled on at will! ”

These two groups of people were tearing apart, and Becerra, the eldest sister who didn't say a word, opened her mouth: "I never take advantage of others in vain, you serve me food, I serve you music, for the sake of fellow artists." ”

Who told you I was an artist? Why did you assign me a career? …

By face...

Qin Guan hadn't said that everyone had misunderstood, Becerra continued: "I have a show at night, please go and see it, the drinks are free, count them on my head!" ”

"But you have to wear makeup when you go, your face is too dangerous, you must know that our concert has very dangerous participants, and it is easy to get into trouble."

Your old man has said so, who dares to go to see it, isn't that stupid?

What? Complimentary drinks?

"Guan Qin, oh! No! Qin Guan, you will get lost when you first arrive, I have lived in New York for many years, Becerra is going to a show and has no time to take care of you, I will take care of you, no need to thank me, who are the two of us? ”

Joseph's obsession with alcohol made him instantly let go of the combination of a fat and a thin one on the other side.

"What's .....?"

"Becerra is too cunning, fellow artists, you never invited the two of us to go, I'm going to participate..."

"Oh, underground bands, how desirable is American culture? Count me in, it's the cost of the ticket,"

A small piece of gold leaf was handed over. This is Congolese bribery.

Becerra stuffed the bribe into the camisole without blinking her eyes, and the deep milk gourd instantly submerged the small gold piece, and the gorgeous cauliflower snake tattoo only poked out half of her head.

Qin Guan subconsciously went to look at his girlfriend beside him, but saw that Cong Nianwei, who was no less courageous than him, was watching the farce in the field with great interest.

Looking at this meaning, he is the only one who thinks that 'did he stay at home and fight his girlfriend for 300 rounds when he first came to the United States' is the most correct way to open it?

Since everyone is so interested, let's go, as for why he dresses up, Qin Guan automatically ignored it, and brought a stupid round black-rimmed glasses.

When Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were about to go out, they suddenly felt that Becerla's concert seemed to be different from ordinary concerts.

The rest of the band, not all of whom were of Mexican descent, came to pick up Sebela, and they painted the classic car with golden flames.

Just like the little demon in Journey to the West, the king asked me to patrol the mountains, and it was full of people.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei consciously walked into the Volkswagen car of the Second Law, so it was better to get closer to normal people.

The crowd twisted around and came to the city center, which was not far away, parked the car in a large parking lot, and walked to the street inside.

The road here is a bit slippery, the hygiene is a bit worrying, except for the light of the street lights, compared with the commercial streets of New York, the main color is obviously much darker.

In the deepest part of the alley, there is a small light bulb that is not too big flickering, unlike the exaggerated neon lights of Japanese entertainment cities, but this side is much more restrained.

A group of people gathered at the door, and there were handrails made of iron railings on both sides of the basement, and the most interesting thing was that there was a big man guarding the door by the door.

This sturdy security guard, still wearing pretended sunglasses in the dark night, raised his hands on everyone who wanted to enter the club.

This is actually the practice of the more chaotic places, and it is not allowed to bring guns and sharp weapons, which can be regarded as a kind of protection for those who often fight.

The participants looked a little different from the regular customers, and because of Becerra's early greeting, they passed through the gate smoothly.

Qin Guan pushed open the iron door that was still a little 'creaky', and the smell of patina seemed to still surround the tip of his nose, as if Pandora's box had been pushed open by him, and the difference between the inside and outside of the door was huge, very different.

Flickering neon lights swirled on the high ceiling, and it was pitch black except for the tall platform.

It took a long time for the group to get used to the difference in light, and in this chaotic pitch-black venue, they could barely see people clearly.

One by one, the rock people wearing riveted metal pieces release their hustle and bustle in this environment where the air is full of hot and dry heat.

The bar in the corner is the most frequent place in the past, and it is also the brightest sign in this dark venue, and a few people look at the people who can't see their true faces, and subconsciously move to the most normal bartender.

"If these people go to the African tribes, they must be the best warriors."

"What do you say?"

"Our face is a symbol of courage in hunting, and it is also useful for intimidating big cats, and one person here counts as one, and you can scare two lions to death if you take it out."

Lord Shizi, you have such a poisonous tongue, does your father know?

Only Joseph was the only one in the audience, who asked for a big beer in such an alternative venue, and drank it casually by the bar.

Cong Nianwei has always been held in Qin Guanhuan's arms, such a place is very new to her who has been focusing on work and study.

The lights on the high platform in the arena turned on instantly, and the drummers of the band walked up to the high stage at will, and Becerra turned out to be the home of the band, standing under the microphone upright.

The screams, boos, and cheers below meant Becerra's popularity in the venue, and when the band's prelude sounded, the people around him turned out to be crazy.

The sharp heavy metal music is a fierce crowd for all rock 'n' roll players, and the concrete floor of the stadium feels like it is buzzing with the surrounding rhythm.

Becerla's voice opened, with a unique hoarse smoke voice, which made everyone who didn't understand music also admired, the crazy factor drifted in the air, and the hot music also drove the hot people. (To be continued.) )