once in love

Chapter 3

As soon as he got off the stage, the musician was stopped by his manager, "Christmas is coming soon, and the owner of the record company would like to invite you to help record a Christmas album, and maybe he can also hire a rock singer for you! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What are you waiting for!"

The musician who was installing the piano looked up at the beaming manager who was talking beside him, "Help me push it away."

"Why! Such a rare opportunity!"

"I don't work with pop stars."

The manager Fue looked at the stubborn musician, patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded him: "Wake up, great musician! Do you think that this is the fashion trend of the last century? Rock and roll! You know, rock and roll is king , now the Beatles are popular! If you still want to make money, you have to accept your fate!"

The manager persuaded him earnestly, and the musician took the piano and was about to leave mercilessly, but was grabbed by the manager again, "No one is easy to do in the current music market, and the record owner is willing to invite us to save face. If we refuse, how can we mess around in the future! This is a good opportunity for you to stand up! Promise, I will pick you up this Thursday."

Pushing open the door, the musician saw the robot pouted and fiddled with the TV antenna. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the robot hid the antenna behind him, "You're back!" .

In a noisy bar, musicians sit at the bar and drink stuffy wine. The glasses are never empty, and they are filled with sorrow. The dance floor behind them seems to exist in two worlds with themselves. Young hippies preach peace while shaking their long hair.The musician sneered and drank the whiskey in his glass.

"a cup of beer!"

The musician looked at the young man next to him. The young hippie's footsteps were a little erratic, and he leaned on the bar with an expression of enjoyment.The sharp-eyed hippie recognized at a glance that the person next to him was a famous musician, put his arm on the musician's shoulder in a familiar way, and bumped his body, "You, you are not that!" Then he said to the people around him: " Look, that one plays the violin!"

The musician glanced at it, moved his arm away from his shoulder, and patted his clothes.The young hippie was a little embarrassed and rubbed his nose, "Why, the big musician looks down on us hippies?" The musician didn't answer, and listened to the young man's provocation in silence.

His provocation was not noticed, the person next to him smiled and waved his hand to signal to go, the young man was a little annoyed, "Hey, don't leave! Our musician doesn't seem to like us very much!" The musician seemed Annoyed, he took money out of his pocket and pressed it under the wine glass, beckoned to the bartender and signaled that he was leaving.

The young man with a glass of wine just got up and stopped him. The musician didn't want to care about this young man who had just finished having fun with drugs, tobacco and alcohol. He pushed him away and was about to leave. The young man spat on the ground and cursed: "Besides looks What, nothing."

The musician stopped, turned around, glared at the young man, picked up the empty wine bottle on the table and threw it at him, the bottle fell heavily on the ground, and the glass fragments shattered, completely angering the young man and the musician.The young man broke away from his friends who were blocking him, and rushed forward with staggering steps. The musician clenched his fists and swung hard, hitting the young man on the bridge of the nose...

At dawn, the musician who was bailed out from the police station by his manager pushed open the door, collapsed on the sofa with a bruised nose and bruised eyes.The beating incident last night was published on the front page of The Times the next day, occupying a large section. In the photo was a photo of himself sitting in the police station with his head down.The musician tore off the first page expressionlessly, rubbed it and threw it into the trash can, pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, frowned slightly and closed his eyes.

The phone kept ringing, but he didn't care about it. He repeated it until he was tired of calling, so he got up and picked up the receiver without making a sound. He didn't know who was on the other end of the phone and what he wanted to say.

"Are you crazy?! Do you know how the company is reacting now! Hitting people, beating this group of people, you are really capable, do you know that you still need them to push you in your career?! It's not good to get along with someone, But you can't get through with them, if you do it again! You must go this Thursday, I will pick you up, and I will carry it over!"

Early on Thursday morning, the agent's car was waiting outside the door, and it honked its horn twice, but the musician inside was still asleep, and heard the car horn outside the door frowned, turned over, and raised his arms Cover the forehead.

"Hey! Don't do this! It's not easy for me!" the manager knocked on the door and shouted, "I..."

Suddenly the words were interrupted by the musician's door opening, "What's the noise so early in the morning?" The manager let out a long breath, folded his fists and frowned, then stomped his feet vigorously, "I knew you wouldn't let brother Do it!" Then he looked up and down and nodded.

The musician glanced suspiciously, "Why, not enough leisure?"

"No, no, very good, by the way, there may be reporters standing outside today to maintain their image." The musician smiled and got into the car without making a sound.

The tallest building in the downtown area is the record company, with a huge neon sign. A group of reporters guarded the entrance of the company without staying too long. They went straight to the recording studio. Austin had been waiting inside for a long time. When he saw the musician who pushed the door in, he stood up. Smiling and shaking hands, the musician stared straight at him, and the musician immediately withdrew his hand.

The recording ended smoothly. They left the elevator with several staff members, and the two managers were still discussing other cooperation matters.

When they descended to the first floor, the elevator dinged and the door opened. Austin pressed the door open button with one hand, and blocked the musician with the other hand to let others go out first. When they were all gone, the musician looked at Austin coldly, "Let me go."

Austin smiled, took out the pre-written phone number from his pocket, stuffed it into the back pocket of the musician's pants, and whispered in his ear: "I'll wait for you, let you see how powerful hippies are."

When the two got out of the elevator, the musician called Austin, and when he turned around, the musician stood beside him intimately, took out the phone number from his pocket and threw it into Austin's clothes.

Austin was a little puzzled, and then there was a pounding pain on his face, his face was out of shape, his body fell heavily on the ground, his nose was sore and tight, a hot stream flowed out from his nostrils, and when he wiped his hands, it turned out to be red blood. Respond!

All the reporters who saw this scene rushed up like crazy, trying to capture this scene, the sound of old-fashioned cameras kept clicking.At this time, the manager who had just stepped out of the elevator and saw this scene hurriedly grabbed the musician and quickly took him to the car.

"Are you crazy?!" He yelled at him as soon as he closed the car door, "Have you considered the consequences? Do you know what the media will write about you? They will dig up your bad temper and what you did to them before. It came out! Do you still want your future?! If there is any problem with this cooperation, if there is any problem with the company, I will not be able to save you!" The agent said and slammed the steering wheel.

Sure enough, the next day, the newspaper appeared. The musician sank into the sofa and threw away the newspaper in his hand. The newspaper was picked up by the robot again, and he received a call from his manager early in the morning. His activities had stagnated, and his career had begun to go away The road has gone downhill, which is undoubtedly worse.

The robot sat next to him and asked, "Are you okay?" As he spoke, he put one hand on his forehead and the other on his own forehead to test the temperature. The key opens the door and goes out.

In a noisy bar, the musician sits on the bar counter and drinks himself glass after glass until he is dead drunk. The things in front of him have already begun to double, and his throat slides up and down. After drinking another glass of wine, his hands are trembling. He picked up the car keys and coat, put a few banknotes on the table, and staggered away.