It's cold.

The distorted and distorted sound, the cold and restrained bass, and the powerful but extremely dull drum beat all together create an unusually cold atmosphere.

With the sound of humming in the background, the coldness reached the extreme, and it felt like ice slag seeping into the chest.

"White snow, gray ice, red sun rust all ......"

A heavy cold wave erupted around the center of the stage, and the guests felt an indescribable sense of depression and loneliness.

The little female drummer seemed to be holding two icicles in her hands, and each time the drum beat fell, it was like piercing people's hearts with icicles.

Mo Ya once said that the so-called sense of luxury is the sullenness of restraint. This is the realization she gained after listening to a large number of masterpieces.

Without restraint, the heat that erupts is powerless to ignite others.

When Sooko's roar reappeared, it tore a crack in the cold space like a beam of firelight, giving all listeners a sense of release and breaking free.

It is so different, it unleashes unleashed unparalleled power, as if it could break free from all prisons.

But in an instant, the sense of release was suppressed by the drumbeat, and the sense of hearing sank into coldness again.

"Is the city dying...... Is the city dying......"

New lighting effects are on.

A dilapidated dim light enveloped the stage. The eerie texture of the light is hard to describe, like the sun is rusting.

The guests in the audience felt the same way, they were like tin people shrouded in cold light, slowly rusting under the street lamps in the corner of the wall in winter.

"What are you yelling about?"

Bai Zhe's voice moves from the background to the front, with a delay and reverberation after attaching the effects.

The rhythm of the drum kit is at its strongest, Moya's orange-green curls flutter with the beat of the drum, waving her dancing hands to bring up the afterimage, and the beating of her heart is transmitted from her hands to the drum skin.

Rogge also pushed the synth to the top, and his four arms fell towards the keyboard, unleashing the most intense roar.

Blazing and decaying, grandeur and loneliness coexist. It is a trapped beast in a cage of shackles, a lone star in the cold sky, and a traveler who bows his head and insists on going his own way.

At this time, some of the guests in the audience finally remembered to take out the audio and video equipment and aim at the three people who were fully engaged on the stage.

"Who are you waiting for

Who are you waiting for......"

Who are you waiting for to save you from being lost.

Who are you waiting for, breaking out of the cage of life with you?

"Waiting for whom! Who's waiting! Who's waiting! ”

Bai Zhe completely let go, and when he raised his head, the tension was swept away, and he roared hoarsely towards the audience, and Mo Ya and Rogge also joined in.

"Who are you waiting for! Who are you waiting for! ......”

The roar ceases at the highest peak, the piano stops, and the final drum beats end to "Rust".

He couldn't help but breathe heavily, his heart pounding, and his hands trembling with excitement.

"You're not closed."

Moya reminded in a whisper. Bai Zhe turned off the wheat in a panic, and now everyone knew that he was super nervous.

"It's time to introduce yourself. We are, disband the band next month! ”

"We ......" "Dissolve ......"

The self-introduction is still like this.

", don't disband!"

"One more!"

"I can't disband!"

"Go on!"

The guests were greatly shocked, and the three people on stage were playing something very new and very new.

Such a trendy and awesome thing, is it really something they can listen to for free in a border bar?

"We're going to disband next month. This is our first work "Rust", this is our first offline performance, and we only have this one song. I'm Moya, the drummer of the band. ”

"Rogge's repair shop is owned by me, part-time keyboardist Rogge."

"Rookie bassist Bai Zhe."

Bai Zhe is only submissive.

"Sing it again! I didn't record it all just now! ”

"Do it again!"

", I don't know what it's roaring."

"You don't appreciate it, just talk to a turtle!"

"The band can't be found, what platform are you on?"

"Moya, you're back, Moya, how can I live without you!"

Seeing this, the boss Lawrence, the bartender, and the waiter immediately began to maintain order, seeing that a group of people had gathered in front of the stage.

Moya: "Our single has been released on Eden Music, Kite Street Drummer Moya. After listening, scan the code to follow! Follow us, thank you, meow! ”

"Sing it again! Listen to it live! ”

"Go on! Go on! ”

"What about the back?"

......

The three of them gave each other a look, and it seemed that they couldn't sing tonight.

For the first time in his life, he was pointed at by dozens of cameras, and Bai Zhe's social fear was about to be committed.

Bang bang bang, bang, the bass rhythm sounds.

"Whew-"

"Woo-"

"Uhhh

I don't know which bastard took the lead, but when Sooko's roar sounded again, someone screamed together.

The situation was out of control, and all kinds of chaotic howls from the audience came and went.

Bai Zhe didn't hold back for a while, and played several wrong notes. Fortunately, the other two were not taken crookedly, and no one in the audience seemed to hear it.

At the climax of the performance, there is a large number of human-to-human transmission of howls, and even Moya and Rogge roar twice.

In this pile of howls, there is no more than 10% resemblance to Sook's roar.

"What are you yelling at? Who are you waiting for! ”

As soon as Bai Zhe spoke, more than a dozen voices joined in, more and more, and the superimposed layers of sound waves were like a tsunami.

"Waiting for whom! Who's waiting! Who's waiting! ”

Tonight, he learned firsthand what it means to be musical.

"Do it again!"

"One more! This time the howl is good! ”

"Are you the one who bleated?"

"Not coming!"

The three of them were a little overwhelmed, and they didn't expect the reaction to be so intense.

In the end, Moya and Rogge each came to an impromptu solo.

Bai Zhe really didn't have anything to perform, so he proposed to give the guests a "Little Star", but was ruthlessly refused. "Little Star" played by the bass, is that something that people should listen to?

The three of them packed up their equipment, squeezed out of the crowd, and collapsed in a panic.

"Boss, can you do it again tomorrow night?"

"It's a lot more exciting than the clubs on Pink Street!"

"I've already made an appointment with my friends to come and see them, and they must come again!"

Lawrence, the boss who was surrounded, smiled wryly and had to go to say something nice to little Moyado.

In the next hour or so, there were still guests coming to join in the fun, but only to get one disappointing news: it was over.

Lawrence listened to the discussion and noticed that the electronic screen of the bar was still showing advertisements for the metal kite band.

He can imagine how much "Rusty" will cause a stir in Kite Street and the border area, and maybe even on a bigger platform. It's so unique and sincere, it's devilishly infectious.

At that point, the matter between Moya and the metal kite band will definitely be turned over. If the band can't come up with a good enough work, it can consider disbanding.