"Koko-Hikaru ~ Ko-Hikari ~" Utada Terumi looked at the surging crowd, and after looking for a long time but didn't see his daughter's figure, he couldn't help but scream.

But his voice was suddenly drowned out by the waves.

"Didn't you look at her?" Utada glared at his wife fiercely.

"That's a lot of people!" Junko Utada didn't have a worried look on her face at all, looking at the dense crowd, she said excitedly, "It would be nice when our Xiaoguang can have such popularity." ”

"Hey~ I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?" Utada Terumi grabbed his wife's arm.

"Let go of me, you're hurting me." Junko Utada shook off her husband's hand in disgust, she folded her arms and stared at Utada Terumi with a wary expression, "What do you want to do?" What do you want to do to me? It's a downtown area, and if I scream loudly, many people will hear it. ”

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I ask you where Xiaoguang went? Aren't you worried about her at all? Utada looked at his wife's strange face, and his tone softened slightly.

"Don't come near me." Junko Utada was still vigilant.

"Don't go crazy. Hurry up and find Xiaoguang, if you don't hurry, our performance time at CBGB is coming. Utada grabbed his wife's hand fiercely, "This is an opportunity that our U3 band has won with great difficulty." Mr. Heineken-Christopher will not be willing to give us another chance. You know? The band X-Japan will be performing with us today. ”

"Let go of me~Let go~Ah~" Junko Utada screamed in fright.

Utada Terumi frowned, from three years ago. The woman became a little abnormal. But anyway, she is also her wife.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Father? Hikaru Utada squeezed out of the crowd, still blushing with excitement on her face, and the signed "Choas 1996" had been carefully wrapped by her, and at this time, she was lying quietly in her small backpack. Mom, what's wrong? ”

"Don't come here." Junko Utada suddenly screamed at Hikaru Utada, "Don't come here either of you. ”

"I'm Xiaoguang, Mom." Hikaru Utada found out that Junko Utada was abnormal, and it seemed that the old problem had flare up again.

The kind of problem that psychiatrists call victim paranoia.

But. Why is the victim delusion targeted at her and her father?

This once made her very sad.

Before. Until she was nine years old, her mother would never be like this.

"Xiaoguang, where did you just go?" Instead of paying attention to his wife, Utada shouted at his daughter. "I don't know if we're going to get to the CBGB?"

Junko Utada has every time she has a problem. The best way to deal with it is to ignore her.

"I'm sorry. Father! I just went to Jerry for an autograph. ”

Although Utada Terumi is also a fan of Jerry, compared to his future, the identity of a fan seems a little illusory. "Don't you dislike him?"

Utada Terumi is very aware of his daughter's temperament. She'd like Metallica, she'd love Gunslinger, she would like Queen, she would like Michael Jackson, but Jerry Rothschild? He'd never heard Hikari say she liked Jerry.

Mr. Utada had forgotten that his daughter was already fourteen years old and had begun to enter her own adolescence.

"I just love his latest album." Hikaru Utada said lightly.

Since forming the U3 band with his parents, Hikaru Utada has gradually learned to hide his emotions.

Even Mom and Dad can't know everything about her now.

Yes, they can't.

Yes, that's right, she loves music, she loves rock.

However, in the emotions of her parents, she was forced to study and create, which was not the world she longed for.

She was tired of the pointless bickering between them, of their unquestionable persecution.

She has gradually learned to hide her anger and resentment, gradually she has learned to cry silently, and gradually she has learned to live only in her own world.

Except for Jiebao.

Except for the 1996 start, Jie Bao, who made himself crazy.

She had never felt this way before.

Never.

It's an addictive feeling that hits your ears.

She had no love for Jackpot, because she had never thought that this guy who was only fascinated by Celtic and religious music in the new century had never been her own thing, even if he released an EP like "Rock 'n' Roll Fairy Tales" until "Choas 1996" came out.

The unscrupulousness of "Choas1996", the unbridled youth of "Choas1996", and the flamboyance of "Choas1996" gave her an outlet for the emotions that had been suppressed since she was nine years old.

She likes it, yes, she loves it.

And when it comes to "Choas 1996", Terumi Utada, who is a music producer, can't help but admire it.

Under the scuffle of Maria Carey, Whitney Houston, Celine Dion and newcomer Christina Aguilera, Jerry's debut album released after the voice change period actually had four songs in the top 10 of the BillBoard chart, which has to be said to be a huge miracle for the Japanese music industry.

Jerry Rothscher, worthy of being a national treasure in the Japanese music industry.

"Tell me before you run out alone next time." Utada Terumi glared at her daughter.

"Got it, Dad." Hikaru Utada's tone was still light.

"If we don't leave, we'll be late." Utada Terumi didn't hold her shoulders too much, and Junko Utada, who was still vigilant, but told her daughter, "Take care of your mother, don't let her run around, don't let you come back, she disappeared again." ”

Hikaru Udada looked at his mother, but the eyes of Junko Uda, who was sick, revealed only Hikaru Uda's shuddering strangeness.

NYPD traffic cops struggled through the crowd to form a defensive circle around Jerry.

"Guys, all spread out~ all spread out, okay? Sixth Avenue needs to be clear. Please fulfill your obligations as citizens of New York City! ”

The speech of the captain of the traffic team, John Wren, was immediately greeted with a wave of boos.

They haven't forgotten that after the Queen's Road incident, the NYPD tried to discredit Jebble for his ugly actions.

was called back to work from the state of compensatory leave, John Wren was holding back the anger in his stomach, he was about to have a shot with his girlfriend, the arrow was on the string, was interrupted alive, and the anger in his stomach can be imagined.

But the people blocking the Sixth Avenue did not listen to the command.

John Wren turned around, looked at the booing crowd in disgust, and then pointed to several tall black men in the crowd and said, "You, you, you, and you ~torture~" (To be continued......)