"What is this?" Olivier looked at the gadget in his hand.

Duchamp kindly explained to him: "This is called a Walkman, it is a portable gramophone, the button to adjust the volume is here, this is the headphone, you can hear it when you put it on." ”

Olivier took it, put on the headphones, and tried to adjust it a few times, but a rush of music rushed out of the headphones, startling him.

"I didn't expect this thing to be so small and make such a loud sound!"

"Of course, I use professional-grade headphones myself, and the fidelity effect is not blown." Duchamp watched with delight as Olivier was deflated.

After listening to the song, Olivier commented: "The tune is beautiful, the mandolin is indeed played well, but the piano at the beginning is too mediocre, it does not have artistic rendering power at all, it is played by Liermu, if I play it, the sound of the piano together, can instantly capture the hearts of the audience, make people want to stop." ”

"Yes, but I can't find a better pianist in Rure, so I'm going to come to you to join our band in order to improve the quality of the upcoming record." Duchamp unceremoniously stepped on Lemmour's face.

"Publishing a record? Are you already planning to release the album officially? It's really enviable, I didn't expect Learmor to run to such a remote place and have such an affair! Olivier shouted with envy, turned to Lilmuel and said bitterly: "Your luck is too good, no wonder you have to run to Ruray without hesitation, and leave me alone like this." ”

Learmey has been facing such language pollution for many years, and he has long been immune, he glanced at Duchamp, and found that there was no strange expression on Xueba's face, relieved his heart, and said cheekily: "If you don't come back from vacation, I will come to you immediately to join, there are many of our classmates in the bar, members of the 'Sword and Rose' band, I will introduce them to you." ”

He turned and shouted to the already disheartened members, "Fang, Isaac, Dietrie, Eisenberg, come here." Feed! ”

The sound of the bar drowned out Lilmuel's call. Isaac's hearty laughter came from the sea of little beauties.

Learmour had no choice but to go over in person, ready to rescue the team members from the hopeless night one by one.

"You even have the name of the band?" Olivier looked envious.

"I was in favor of calling it 'Guns and Roses,' because they had to think that guns were not as pleasing as swords." Duchamp frowned, he had always felt that the word sword was a bit pretentious.

"The guns are good, think about how romantic it is to shoot a bouquet of roses out of the chamber of a gun." Olivier listened to the music in his Walkman while chatting with Duchamp.

After listening for a while, he frowned and said, "Why are the rest of the books boring, and there are only three poems written by yourself?" ”

"There are only a few songs that have been performed in concerts, and the others have not been recorded yet." Seeing that he was still listening tirelessly, Duchamp kindly reminded: "You don't need to listen to the rest of the story, it's all clichés." I'm going to start my own record label to make some fresh and trendy pop music. ”

"Start your own record company?" Ullievier was really drawn to the topic.

Duchamp smiled proudly in his heart and continued the topic: "There seem to be a lot of record companies now, but the content is either an opera from the Imperial Opera, or a symphony that is noisier than a cannon, or a serious hymn. ”

"yes, it's all boring content, really charismatic solo singing and fresh and moving street music, but no one pays attention to it." Olivier agrees.

"That's right, now we're going to change that, and when the record company is founded, we will set up studios not only in the empire, but all over the world, so that young talented musicians can rent studios and record their own albums at a very cheap price. If it's a good album, it's released by a record company, and with a simple and portable Walkman, music will soon hit the streets and become a world dominated by young people. ”

"Of course, the first idol group to be launched was our own band Sword and Rose." Duchamp shook his forehead proudly, "How about it, I'm interested, this is a milestone event in the history of mainland music, Sao Nian, see that you are so talented, hurry up and join!" ”

With this string of demagogic words, he stretched out his paw and slapped Olivier the shoulder.

"Well, that sounds like a lot of fun." Olivier drank and looked up at the starry sky at a forty-five degree angle: "I, Olivier, a poet and performer of genius, how can such a great event be without me!" ”

With great difficulty, Learmour gathered his party together and walked towards Duchamp, just as he heard Olivier announcing in a loud voice:

"But the last rose of the summer has to be sung by me. Only I, Olivier's natural singer's temperament and sentimental virgin heart, can truly resonate with this beautiful and bleak phrase! ”

Learmour's heart instantly flowed into a river of blood! It's only been a few seconds, and the two have hooked up to this extent!

Duchamp shook his head in a dashing manner, made a triumphant and ambiguous smile at everyone, and said casually:

"Of course, only a wandering bard like me, who has experienced a rough life and a bleak experience, can write such a lingering song with three sighs."

Dietrie stared at Olivier's face, his mouth wide open, as if he had been hit by a petrification spell, and after a long time, he quickly took Lealmu's hand and stammered, "Could this be the one Stellary told you, the musical genius?" ”

Learmor shook Dietrie's hand away, pouted, "Who else but him!" ”

Dietrie looked at the two who were talking and laughing, listened to the two-dimensional dialogue between the two 'geniuses', and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, it's all the way!" ”

Fang asked puzzledly, "What are you two muttering?" ”

Learmor rubbed his toes against the floor irritably, ignoring Fang's questioning, and muttered to himself: "It's all a freak that only comes out of the empire in a thousand years!" Wasn't it too much of a mistake for me to put these two people together? ”

A handsome guy rushed over from behind, and asked Olivier in displeasure, "Who are you?" Why do you say that the last rose of summer must be sung by you? I'm Isaac, but I'm the lead singer of this song. ”

Olivier's eyes narrowed into a line and showed a sincere smile: "That's because you haven't met me yet, as long as you have heard my genius singing and perfect voice, you can only be ashamed of yourself to hide in the corner and draw circles." ”

Isaac looked at the red face of the man in front of him and said with a smile: "If you drink too much nonsense, who wouldn't, I won't deal with a drunk." ”

He turned and strode to the bar, and said to the bartender, "Lend me the microphone and bass from your stage, and I'll pay for it." ”

The bartender has long been accustomed to such things, and in the blink of an eye the microphone and bass are ready.

Olivier saw Isaac walk onto the stage and snapped his fingers excitedly: "Alas, what a fighting brother, I feel that all the cells in my body have been inspired by the goddess of art, and I can't wait!" ”