Walking out of the door of the Blue Charm Bar, the cool midsummer night wind blew the clothes of the two of them fluttering slightly. Johnny faced Sivi, he smiled awkwardly, spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't expect the great writer Sivi to be also a music master Sivi, you are so amazing, friend!"

"In fact, neither profession is my main job. "Sivi still appreciates Johnny, he's a little too abusive, but he's not the kind of person who likes to climb up the camp, very sincerely.

"You're kidding!" Johnny pointed to the six-stringed instrument in Sivi's hand, "What do you call this instrument?

"I call it a guitar, do you like it?" Syvi shoved the guitar into Johnny's arms.

Johnny picked it up unceremoniously, imitating Sivi's appearance and gently plucking the strings: "Very good, I feel like I am a lot more chic!"

"Then I'll give it to you as a gift from a friend. Sivi smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, I hope you can fulfill your dream and become a real bard! ”

"It's too precious!" Johnny took a thick notebook from Sivi's hand a little dazedly, and he smiled instead, "Since it's a gift from a friend, I'm welcome!"

"I'm short on time, so I'm saying goodbye here!" A white light shrouded Sivi: "See you Paari, man!"

The next moment, Sivi's figure suddenly disappeared in front of Johnny, and Johnny jumped at this magical move.

"Isn't Sivi Frost the author of How Sorcerers Are Made?" Johnny finally reacted, it turned out that for Sivi, magicians were his real profession!

"It's not bad to have a friend like that, isn't it?" Johnny smirked and hugged the acoustic guitar tighter in his hand.

At that moment, a group of people walked out of the Blue Charm Bar, led by Lincoln and Miss Lusalus, the presidents of the Music Society of Lyon.

"Mr. Johnny, where is Master Sivi?" asked Yelena, a little anxious.

"A flash of white light and he's gone!" Johnny shrugged.

"Master Sivi gave you this amazing new instrument?" President Lincoln quickly confirmed.

"That's right, he gave me a sheet of music, and I look forward to meeting me again in the royal capital of Paari!" Johnny said as if he realized something.

Elena seemed to have some regret, she showed an elegant smile at Johnny, and said softly in a noble and lovely tone that no one could bear to refuse: "Mr. Johnny, can you lend me this score of Master Sivi?"

Although Miss Elena is the most perfect woman Johnny has ever seen in his life, even if he wants him to take off the stars in the sky and give it to her, Johnny will not hesitate to agree, but when it comes to this score given by Master Sivi, Johnny still resisted the temptation of beauty: "The Midsummer Night Music Festival is only more than ten days, I want to practice more and strive to have a better performance at the music festival!"

Yelena didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary young musician could resist her amazing charm, so she could only retreat to the next best: "Then I wonder if I can go to the royal capital of Paali with Mr. Johnny, I can be a listener to help you better grasp the music in this score!"

At this moment, Johnny finally couldn't resist Yelena's reasonable request.

At that moment, President Lincoln and Director Okafor looked at each other and made up their minds.

"Mike, come here!" President Lincoln said sternly, coughing lightly.

The dignified middle-aged man stepped forward with trepidation, and after learning that the blond young man was actually Master Sivi, he realized that he was in great trouble.

At this time, he could only make the last salvation and hurriedly walked in front of Johnny. With a sincere face, he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnny, I was confused and made an unforgivable mistake......"

President Lincoln interrupted his plea dissatisfiedly: "Mike, the ability of the bard is to better express the charm of music, so that more people like music, not to ruin other people's performances like you!"

Only then did Johnny, who was confused, realize that when he was playing a country song, it was actually the bard who secretly sabotaged his performance and made himself so embarrassed in front of Miss Elena!

"Mr. Johnny, you probably didn't get an invitation to perform at the Midsummer Night Festival, did you?" said President Lincoln in a kind turn to Johnny.

"Well, of course not. Johnny stroked his hair awkwardly, "I just want to see the masters perform, and I'm very satisfied to have the opportunity to perform on the streets and in the park!"

"How about I recommend you as a representative of the city of Lyon for the first three days of this Midsummer Night Festival?" said President Lincoln with an enthusiastic face.

"This ......" Johnny didn't expect to be so popular.

Michael looked at President Lincoln in disbelief, and he reminded unwillingly, "But Mr. President, there is only one invitation quota in our city, and it belongs to me!"

President Lincoln turned around, and the kind spring breeze on his face had turned into a harsh cold: "Mike, you don't deserve to be a bard! Your quota has been banned! And there is no chance of going to the royal capital of the Paari Music Society to further his studies!"

Director Okafor also said coldly: "People like you are simply a shame among us musicians! I will not write you a letter of recommendation!"

"No, my uncle is a senior director of the French Music Society, and you promised me a long time ago!" said Mike, who would not allow the quota he had already received to fly away.

"Excuse me, I'm also a senior member of the French Musique Society, and this time I will be received by His Excellency the Lord of Music, and I will mention this matter to her!" said Miss Lusalus, turning to Mike with a smile.

However, these words made Mike fall into the abyss, Miss Lysalus was the Marquis that his uncle also wanted to climb, and with her words, he had no chance!

"You're good!" Mike finally tore his face, but he only dared to take his anger out on Johnny, "I'm waiting for your great performance in Paari!"

Then McJan walked away, leaving everyone behind.

"He was very polite, and his musical accomplishments surpassed those of the other candidates," said President Lincoln, shaking his head, "I didn't expect to be such a man of inferior character!"

"Then Mr. Johnny, congratulations on becoming the representative of the Lyon Music Association for this Midsummer Night Festival!" Elena smiled with joy, "I hope you have a great success!" (To be continued.) )