A tavern, at a wine table.

The four members of the band sat in a circle, leaving an empty seat. There were also bowls and chopsticks and wine glasses on the vacant seat, as if they were waiting for a friend who was about to arrive, although the four of them were white, and he in the vacant seat could never come again.

The wine and food were all ready, and the keyboard player picked up the bottle of liquor and filled all five glasses.

Putting down the wine bottle, he took out the song score made by Mu Xiaoxian again and slapped it heavily on the wine table. "For our band, this is the last chance, if we want to survive, we have to face the reality, can we disband like this, then we can afford Ali?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the empty seat, and he took the wine glass and poured it into it.

"If Ali lives, he must not want us to transform!"

Those who oppose it are still opposed, and that is the band's drummers and guitarists.

At present, it is a two-on-two force, and the vote cannot be inconclusive.

"Ali is gone, if he is here, we can at least raise our hands to vote, and the minority obeys the majority." The bassist smiled bitterly and drank as well.

The drummer had a dark face, "It's Ali who said, since we play rock, we must stick to our style and original intention, and we can't change it easily!" ”

"But what the little girl said during the day is right, we can become popular first, make money, and then talk about dreams!" The keyboardist retorts.

The drummer pointed his chopsticks at the keyboardist's face, "Don't mention that neuropathy to me, she's definitely not normal!" ”

"I don't know if she's normal or not, I just know that the songs she writes have great potential, and she's willing to sing them to us, it's luck that fell from the sky!"

"Luck! She doesn't sing good songs herself, doesn't sell them to big record companies, and sings them for us? Do you think it's possible? Maybe it was stolen or copied somewhere! ”

Just when the two were arguing and red-faced.

Ali had come to them and sat in the empty seat that belonged to him.

"Brothers, brothers, don't quarrel, okay......"

"I don't want to see that kind of picture, that's not what I started this band for!"

"Please, don't you make any noise?"

However, no matter how loud Ali screamed, he couldn't stop the fierce arguments of the four people, and in the end, some people even broke the wine glass and bottle. The waiter came to persuade and appease them, and it was only then that they were calmed down.

Ali held back tears and asked himself, "Did I do something wrong, I shouldn't have formed this band, what a bullshit dream!" ”

At this moment, a pleasant guitar tuning sound is heard.

It was the keyboardist Ah Ying, who picked up a guitar, lowered his head and was tuning the strings, and said: "Let's stop arguing, just let everyone here help us make a decision, I just counted, now there are not a total of seven of us in the wine house, plus two front desk waiters, a total of nine people, which is equivalent to nine votes." After I sing this song, if I get more than half of the people supporting it, we will sing it, how about it? ”

Several people felt that this plan was the fairest.

Although the drummer was not happy, he did not believe that a song written by a little girl could conquer passers-by.

Everyone looked at A-Ying.

Ah Ying held the guitar, pressed the chords with one hand, strummed the strings with the other, and looked at the lyrics on the sheet music.

[Flowing water washes away dreams, and yesterday's smile is not cold]

[The spring rain takes away the snowflakes of winter, but it can't bring the urge of a cloudy day]

[I, say goodbye to the girl of my first love and go to wander in a foreign land]

[You, waiting in the bustling streets, diluted and hesitant]