Chromek buried himself in snow-white saltwater lobster and golden salt-and-pepper roast, and he was not in the slightest interest in Grigri's proposal—the two children, especially Osien. After the Douglas incident, the Carson family showed an attitude that was not applied to two dispensable pawns and chips. Carson came to the school in person and talked with the principal for a long time, and the content of their agreement was naturally not known to Seneck, but then Sasha was borne. Hopkins and Beelzebub. The special and secret treatment that Bisandi received afterwards was visible to everyone with long eyes, especially the teachers who carried it out—by their own acknowledgement. Use the reader,!

Like this, the children who have been cultivated by the family will certainly not really let them become singers or actors or something, these two professions may be easy to get people's attention, but it is difficult to get their respect - the history of the Western Continent Federation is not long, only two hundred years, in these two hundred years, a total of fifty-three presidents have been sworn in, and among them, only one has ever been an actor, he is called a legend. Moreover, Senecker had already discovered that some of Beelzebub's ideas were as stubborn and old-fashioned as an old man born before this century, and he was still in favor of keeping women at home, cooking and laundry, having children, and taking care of the elderly; And their brothers, fathers, and even sons are supposed to work hard outside to support and support the whole family, like the beams in the house, and at this thought of this, "Se" Nek was speechless, this boy was very smart, he had never mentioned it in front of the female "sex" teacher, and he had not even missed it at all, and Sophie, who had taken a quarter of the lessons on his vacation, had praised Beelzebub to him, saying that he was a good boy who was humble and polite, and personable—oh, he really wanted to tell Sophie, XVIII, Men in the ninth century also respected women, but they never saw them as "that kind of people" who could be compared to themselves. Like Sandi, a woman who is too curious and concerned about the outside world, self-righteous, and chattering will make them feel impatient.

Conversely, a man who lives by his looks and voice will also be regarded by them as willing to degenerate. Not doing business.

As for little Hopkins, he was a complicated child, and perhaps Gregory was drawn to him by the intermingling and contradictory sensations of him, with the composure of an adult, the melancholy of a young man and the serenity of an old man, who seemed to know nothing of his own charm, but who skillfully used it when necessary; He seems to have a firm and clear goal, but he will hesitate to be "confused" and "confused" at certain moments. Overwhelmed; He seems innocent, pure and transparent, but he is always unpredictable and difficult to grasp; Most importantly, he was very arrogant, yes, arrogant. It's not about the outward nose and childish malice - he's not the second treasure. Noel. Douglas, he just stayed on the outside – he never cared about what he didn't think he needed to care about, including the approval and love of others.

And both boys were rich enough that they had never tasted overstretched or embarrassed. Glegri was about to be disappointed, he didn't have anything on his hands that would appeal to the two boys. They are indeed ambitious, but unfortunately this ambition is destined not to start as a plaything.

All that Gligeri had done was in vain, and his poor old friend, Seneck, decided to have a few more drinks and mourn his doomed defeat in advance.

***

"It's the first time I've seen this." Beelzebub said that he was dazzled by the colorful panels that he was standing in the studio, looking at with the chorus artist and the studio, which seemed to be seen only in science fiction movies.

"This is generally not allowed to be entered by non-related people." The recording engineer said that he had found Beelzebub a comfortable chair and arranged for him to sit on it. Cleverly isolating him from the machine, giving him snacks and Coke (which he secretly stored here): "Use a straw, boy," he said, "so that the bubbles of Coke don't easily rush to your nose." Be careful, though, you'll never know how much the rug underneath is worth. ”

"Thank you." Beelzebub said, waving his hand at his friend who had been separated by a thick, transparent piece of glass. Chegalle. There were several film companies in Bisandi, and if he was interested in watching the recordings or something, it would be better than Sandi's subordinates to arrange them - but Beelzebub never felt that he needed to pay attention to this, he was not very interested in singers and movie stars. He hadn't thought of becoming a sound engineer either, but he did know that a studio was worth a lot, because an "uncle" in charge of a film company had mocked him for having to work for fifty years (if he could still be popular in movies and in bed during those fifty years) to get half a professional studio.

"I said," Beelzebub asked, before it was officially started, "why do you want to record it?" "Nishiren's last concert was based on the theme of "real". None of the sounds will be artificially blended before they are emitted, as they used to be.

"We'll have to hear the effect first." The recording engineer said, "We need to know what it's like for the voice of the siren to work together with the plucked clavichord. The chorus artist next to him poked him, mouth-shaped "Grigri", nodded imperceptibly in the studio, the old tricks of acting agents, they sometimes encounter some goals that are not very keen on being in the limelight and making money, at that time, they will try their best to bring him here, bring it there, let them feel part of the life of the "red man", of course, it is only the glossy and glorious part, like those filthy and ugly things they will hide firmly, and they can't even smell the slightest smell, Even if asked, they will simply state categorically that it doesn't exist – does anyone drink heavily? No, it was just the occasional accidental extra drink; Does anyone take drugs? No, that's just being framed; Does anyone ** have a homosexuality? God, who doesn't have a boyfriend or two? As for homosexuality, that's just a momentary curiosity; There is also ** Yi, "sexual" bribery, as well as sadism and masochism - the media is always fussy and noisy, how can there be so many perverts?

They are rhetorical and unscrupulous, waving the glittering contract like the devil wielding a deed of sale, and the sound engineer and the co-artist have seen a lot. The chorus was glad that he had not been able to enter the "circle" of his dreams because of the scars left by a car accident, and over the years, what he had seen had made him very sober - it was a dirty swamp, clean and beautiful, full of vitality people came in, covered in scabies, skinny skeletons - no one could escape the greedy and complete sucking of those "leeches".

The glass door of the performance room closed, the red light on the door turned on, like the light on the door of the operating room, and everyone began to become serious and silent.

Sasha. Hopkins put his hand on the plucked clavichord, and the recording artist put his hand on the machine's sliders, which seemed to be hundreds or thousands, and the huge tape recorder slowly turned.

Beelzebub didn't open the Coke or enjoy any of the snacks, he piled them up under his feet, the atmosphere in the studio affected him, the professionals really loved their work, they were focused, they had huge headphones in their ears, the recording engineer communicated with Sasha at the end of the simple exercise chapter 156, instructing him to go in the direction they had set, Beelzebub only cared about his friend, he stood up, but didn't come closer, just stood there and watched, he wasn't sure if Hopkins could see himself, The machines stood tall in front of the glass and walls, and several tall men stood in front of them.

He could see Hopkins clearly, that his friend had unexpectedly fit into the room, an isolated place where it was just himself and a plucked clavichord, and the recording microphone hung from the ceiling, gathering around him and the piano, capturing every small or large sound.

The brightness of the studio was turned low, but Beelzebub was able to see clearly in the dim light. There was no expression on Hopkins' face, a kind of relieved blankness.

At the end of the first part, the recording engineer came over: "Would you like to hear your friend play?" The kid was pretty good, he thought, and for the sake of not peeing on the carpet, he might be able to pray that the headphones worth $4,500 wouldn't be broken by him.

"If you can," said Beelzebub, "thank you very much." ”

The sound engineer's assistant personally helped him put on the monitor headphones that were the size of an adult man's fist at the end, told him not to touch the settings, and then returned to his place.

At first there was silence, Beelzebub's ears were beyond ordinary people, but only a slight rustling sound could be heard, and then the first sound appeared, it was like an ice pick, piercing steeply into Beelzebub's heart, Beelzebub twitched uncontrollably, and then Hopkins's plucked claviano, every note was so clear, crisp, and without aftermath, it and Siren's long and deep voice were entangled, mixed and separated, it was strange, they were all so pure, cold and sharp, Still a little hard, they give the impression of Siren's appearance, Beelzebub doesn't know how others will sound like, his feeling is...... Fear.

He trembled with fear.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)