As Forrester watched the car drive away, slowly disappearing. A girl next to him said, "It's a pity that I wasn't chosen!" People want to see Alex! ”

"Ha Luha, Alex won't be with you!"

"Well, yes, I've heard that Alex has never asked fans to do those things."

"Yes, he's still so young, will he still be there!"

A group of girls chattered and talked, their voices especially loud and piercing in the night.

Only then did Forrester realize that the people waiting were all girls, big and small, tall and short, fat and thin. The only thing they have in common is that these women dress up as if they were going on a date.

The girls didn't care that there was a man present, and they were talking about it, sounding envious of those who had been chosen.

At first, Forrester didn't understand what they were talking about, but gradually he understood.

It turns out that they are the so-called "Groupie", and the newspaper said that some female fans have done everything possible to dedicate themselves to rock stars for money or fame. At that time, after watching it, he also felt that the reporter was a little exaggerated, where would so many women shamelessly chase after the so-called celebrities to provide sexual services.

It is said that rock bands go on a long and boring tour every year, and musicians rarely bring their girlfriends or wives with them on tour, because having a flesh and blood companion on the way can make boring performances fun. As a result, some of the flesh and bones often accompany them as "band assistants".

The New York Times said, "The advent of Flesh and Bone was one of the most active, informal conceptual artistic expressions of rock 'n' roll." ”

Some women who have done the work of flesh and bone have written books: "The word 'flesh and skin' is not a bad word, and the band has a lot of respect for girls, they see us as a muse and a source of inspiration." ”

Forrester thought that these things were rumors and fabrications. He didn't believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. Through the conversations of these girls, he slowly learned what they were doing.

These girls can wait in front of the hotel all night, they are not demanding, they are willing to do anything for the star, sometimes even in the parking lot. Once the opportunity arises, these girls will definitely not let go of their prey.

Jenny...... Oh! No, no, no! ”

Forrester found it hard to believe that his wife would become a member of the "flesh and bones". This made him feel so embarrassed that he would blame Jenny for his own depravity, and at another he would blame himself for neglecting his wife's needs.

He stood up and prepared to leave to go back to wait for Jenny, who he thought would eventually return home. As long as there is a chance left, he will not give up easily.

Suddenly, I heard a girl say angrily: "I wish those stinky ** to be to death by!" Dry, dry! ”

Forrester, a Ku Klux Klan who is sensitive to the word "," pauses in his footsteps and doesn't associate the word with the girls. However, he soon understood, because the rest of the girls immediately followed suit.

"Ha Lu Ha! Don't you want those to do the same? ”

"I'm not, I'm looking for Alex!"

"Alex? He's not going to come down and play with us! ”

"Buddy is not bad, he looks pretty honest. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which looks like a college student. ”

"Oh, there's still a chance for him. However, I've heard from the girls I've been there that it's usually Chuck and Little Richard who have the craziest fun! Whenever possible, they will try their best to go over all the women who run to play. ”

"Wow, are you so exaggerated, so many girls, the two of them can stand it?"

"You don't know, I have a girlfriend, she told me. She said that these two guys are simply not people, and they are like piling machines when they women, bangbang! Bang Bang Bang! Keep doing it until the woman can't stand it anymore. ”

"You, don't talk about it, I hear that everyone is wet underneath......"

"Ha Lu Ha ......"

Forrester's mind went blank as he slowly walked away amid the laughter of the men, wondering how he had come back. His mind kept echoing the laughter of the women and the disgusting words: "! ”

Jenny...... Black person...... Jenny...... ......"

He repeated these two words as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, and he felt that his whole body had been insulted, both physically and spiritually violated by filthy.

As a white supremacist racist, he can tolerate his wife's infidelity to him, after all, he himself is at fault in the first place. But the thought of the he hated would crush Jenny under him made him feel a wave of nausea hit him, and he felt so sick that he wanted to vomit.

At this time, he remembered his original intention of joining the Ku Klux Klan and the goal he was fighting for. What happened to him strengthened his convictions.

"are bad, they are bad, they don't deserve to exist in this world."

"Must ...... They must all be wiped out, eliminated! ”

"To love the country is to hate! Yes, hate! ”

"We must uphold the honor of the white man, and if we want to cleanse the shame, we must use blood and fire!"

Forrester sat quietly in the dark room, his mind racing wildly, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, the more excited he became. He felt as if he saw the road to a bright future, and if he wanted everyone to see and follow that path, he had to be clear about the obstacles in front of him.

Obviously, the who breed like mosquitoes and flies are the ones that stand in the way of a bright future for white people. They had to be burned with fire as they were weeds.

I don't know how long later, the sun rose outside, and the sun shone on him. He felt as if he had come to his senses, and he saw the light shining from the bottom of his heart.

Forrester was bathed in sunlight as if he had been given a new lease of life. He was going to do something to celebrate, and he thought it wasn't revenge, but a beautiful ideal. The ideal of making the world cleaner and cleaner.

As for Alex, they don't know anything about what happened to Forrester, a Ku Klux Klan. As usual, after the concert, the band will go to their residence. While the others went on to play and fool around with some of the local girls, Alex just watched, didn't say anything, and didn't join them.

The continuous high-intensity performance made him feel a little hungry. Chuck and the others had something to eat at the unobstructed meeting, but he didn't want to go and get the food. He was worried that he would eat something unclean, and the devil realized how crazy those people were playing.

"It's so late now, it might be too dangerous to go out and buy something to eat."

He asked the bodyguards to get some late-night snacks and found that the local snacks in Atlanta were not palatable at all. So I wanted the chef at the hotel to cook something to eat, but they had already come home from work. Now there are only some sweets to eat, or some cold cuts.

"Is there a hot dish? I'm going to eat hot food! ”

"Well, if you want to eat hot food, you have to cook it yourself."

"Alright then, cook some hot dishes. Well, I'll do it myself. ”

Alex thought about it for a while, and thought that he might as well go to the kitchen of this hotel and look around, maybe he could find some delicious ingredients to make some food.

He is very speechless about Western food, and he has never been used to it. Usually he can invite some Chinese chefs to make do with it, but what he didn't expect was that today was so unfortunate that the chef in the team fell ill and caught a cold, and the chef of this hotel was off work again.

"Alas, do it yourself!"

The tour team had already chartered the entire hotel, and they were numerous, and this was done for convenience.

After coming to the kitchen, Alex rummaged around and found nothing good to eat, so he could only make a kung pao chicken.

"Huh? Why is there a dog next to me watching the chicken in my hand? ”

The dog looked familiar, as if it had been seen somewhere. Fortunately, the dog was quiet, squatting motionless in the corner, and did not pounce and bite anyone.

Alex soon found the dog in his memory, and he was a little surprised: "Why did this dog actually run from Houston to Atlanta?" ”

Yes, this dog is Janis's dog, the dog called Ugly.

"Hey, are you hungry? Then I'll give you a chicken leg to eat first! ”

Alex threw a chicken leg at it, and it jumped up and bit it in the air. Ah Chou's movements are very agile, and he eats very quickly, and he eats the chicken leg in three strokes and two clicks.

"Oh? You've eaten it all. That'll give you another chicken leg. ”

The ugly man did not refuse, and ate a chicken leg again. After eating, he stared at Alex with two big eyes, as if he still wanted to eat.

"Okay, okay. The rest is up to you, anyway, it's just a plate of kung pao chicken, and you don't need so many ingredients. ”

When he finished the dish, Ah Chou also ate all the chicken he threw out. He sat down with a smile and ate while it was hot.

"It's a pity that there is no rice, hey! Otherwise it's perfect. ”

Ugly watched Alex eat, not screaming or leaving. It has been quiet, and if it weren't for the fact that its ears sometimes turn, others would have thought it was fake.

After eating, Alex had the energy to think about what was going on with the dog. It stands to reason that Ugly shouldn't be here, and he's not a magical dog, so how can he always follow them.

"There must be a reasonable explanation, but I can't find it for the time being." Alex thought to himself.

"Forget it, dog, you can go wherever you like. I was sleepy and went back to sleep. ”

When Alex was full, he went back to take a shower, let the food digest a bit, and lay down to sleep. The tour was tiring, and if he hadn't been exercising, he might have collapsed. Not only physically, but also mentally, there is a lot of pressure.