"Didn't you want to sign me?"

"You still have to practice, your hands are shaking so much."

"I've got all my bones, and I'm still practicing a hammer."

Bai Zhe made a joke.

Any agent with a little vision can see that Moya is the absolute core of the band.

The keyboardist is just an amateur, and the bass player is purely here to do the work. Dream Shadow Master changes careers, pure novice, NEIR patient, buff stacked.

"Which one are you going to sell to?"

Mo Ya didn't respond, and lowered his head and pulled the list of private messages.

"To be honest, I don't really want to sell. The federation is short of money right now, but I don't really want to sell Rust. It's really, already ......"

"It's not entirely ours anymore, is it?"

The drummer nodded.

"I'd recommend you sell it, pick a small company to sign on, and rebuild a band."

"Huh?!"

Mo Ya slapped the table excitedly, the smoke was blowing, and Bai Zhe seemed to smell the smell of burning hair.

"Other people can help with the work of the federation, and you don't have to be involved every time. Moya, only you, can become a rock star in the borderlands.

None of us can replace you. ”

"I'm definitely not going to give up playing drums. But let others fight to the death, I formed a band and put out a record... What does this mean? ”

With a clear new goal, she doesn't have much of an idea of making a name for herself through music.

Mo Ya looked at Bai Zhe's dark circles. This guy must have stayed up all night thinking of some bad idea and came prepared.

"Becoming a rock star is the best way to protect Kite Street and the Federation, to protect yourself."

In this day and age, there is no place to hide forever, and there is no secret that can be kept forever.

Bai Zhe: "When the federation grows, it will inevitably attract attention. It is difficult to predict what kind of threats will be faced in the future.

The more famous you are, the more heat you will arouse, the more profit you can create, and the safer you are. ”

Since you can't hide in the shadows, try to get closer to the center of the spotlight.

Moya understood what he meant.

"If you weren't NEIR, if you joined the group, you would definitely be a big villain."

"Thanks for the compliment."

She didn't want to be constrained.

"The strength of the company should be below average, and it is better to have a business crisis, or lack of artists. There are few broken things, you can't interfere with creation, and your reputation in the industry is passable......"

Moya's ideas are good, but these requirements can wipe out 99% of the company. Take your time.

"In terms of salary, the most important thing is creative autonomy, and it is really not possible to put up a name."

"Eh, don't go, you haven't picked it yet."

"I'm going to cut the music video. I said I was going to do it earlier, there are too many things. ”

"Can you cut one of your arms?"

"Take your time. If you are looking for a company, you can discuss it with Rogge. ”

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After a long absence, he connected the dream shadow instrument to the neural interface, and Bai Zhe began to extract memory materials.

In the past month, his thoughts on the MV for "Rust" have been constantly changing, and they are already two things from the original idea.

The biggest change is that he is going to drastically cut the picture of Sooko. He is no longer the protagonist of the music video.

He recalls from the beginning that from the day he met Moya and Rogge, the drummer was infected by an unknown roar.

He followed Zuo Ming to learn bass, climbing the lattice against the strings every day, and his fingers were scrapped.

Moya's drum changes, roaring effects change, Rogge electronic piano part coordination.

After Moya was branded by Sooko, they were surprised and shocked to hear the melody of "Rust" for the first time.

He lay on his desk writing lyrics, scribbling and reading, pacing around the room.

Rehearsed together, ate supper together, and experienced the rhythm and coordination.

The first performance at the kite bar, the beginning of the tension and cramped, the excitement when I heard the cheers from the audience.

The Dream Shadow beeps and the capacity is full.

After Bai Zhe exported the material, he continued to reminisce. There are so many images in my head.

Standing on the flaming red trucks, they roared and shouted with the audience, waving goodbye while shaking off the gangsters chasing behind.

In bars, in the streets at night, outside the factory gates, in front of the surging crowds of protesters, people drowned in the dark waves that burned with them.

In addition to his own memories, Bai Zhe collected many audio and video materials from different perspectives in advance, and contacted the photographer to obtain permission to use them.

It's really a lot of memories, a lot of material, to be cut into just one song.

......

Two days later, the video MV for the single "Rust" was uploaded, and the video author was 㿟囸夢.

Many people can't wait to open the MV, but the content is a little different from what they imagined. It's too real, it's a little rough.

In the first act, the band trio perform on a small bar stage, in a noisy environment with dim lighting.

When the drums beat and the first roar sounds, the camera cuts to a dirty street, moving forward.

Moya trotted to Connor's Bakery to buy bread for lunch, then ran to the factory where he worked, put on a dust hat and entered the assembly line.

After a short dull drum beat, it was dusk when she stepped out of the factory.

When the electronic organ sounds, the scene cuts to Rogge's repair shop, welding sparks fly, and his hands are covered in engine oil.

After work at night, he sat on the roadside steps drinking beer, with no one around him, except for two mechanical dogs, one left and one right.

This is followed by a quick cut cut, where Bai Zhe meets with Rogge and Moya, and when the roar sounds, Moya takes off his helmet and looks up, his bloodshot eyes lit up.

Day after day, the images cut by quickly. Moya healed her injuries and regained her drum stick. Rogge flipped out the electronic piano and found time to practice after work. Bai Zhe got the old bass for practice and played the strings rawly.

The trio finally gathered in the same scene, rehearsed together, and celebrated the completion of the work together.

The scene cuts back to the bar, and the bassist walks to the front of the stage, his voice cold and distorted:

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

The scene switches to the beat of the drums and the roar, from the bar, to the street, to the factory, and finally to the Blue Amber Production Point Factory.

The loud and angry roar coincided with the roar of the protesters.

As the scrawny homeless man rushes to the blockade, the song reaches its climax, and the bright blood splashes make the heart tremble.

At the peak of the roar, in the midst of the strongest drumbeats, people broke through the blockade and rushed to the factory with a roar.

The picture comes to an abrupt end, and after a short black screen, it cuts to the old factory area of Sunset Square.

This abandoned factory area is known as Sunset Square because it is the most spectacular sunset in Kite Street.

Twilight soaks large swaths of abandoned buildings, dappled with light and shadows and tall weeds swaying like a sea in the evening breeze.

The sun on the horizon was red, like blood, and like rust.

Before sunset, the last drum beat falls. The song has a rest.

"Memories of Kite Street and Rust". The END。