The audience was silent.

The showdown between Fletcher and Andrew was like dancing with the devil, collapsed and struggled under step by step, as if an ant was twisted under the palm of the giant destiny. The harder he worked, the more he was sad, and the more he fought, the more bitter he was. The process of absenteeism, which slowly fell apart, burst out ten times and a hundred times of super energy, under the elegance of jazz and the warmth of the milky yellow lights on the scene, burst out ten times and hundreds of times, crushing it vigorously.

Every audience was deeply shocked, and could not even find an appropriate word or sentence to express the feeling in their hearts at this moment. In a vague way, they seemed to be able to catch a scent of blood, floating in the air as if it were nothing, and then they couldn't help but start to shivering.

One. And one.

...

What should we do when facing difficulties?

Some people choose to give up, some choose to detour, some choose to ask for help, some choose to... resist, and rush in with their flesh and blood. One after another, you can see whether it is their flesh/body/mortal/fetal that can laugh to the end, or whether they are the first to hit the blood and blood.

A sense of blood.

The movie truly presents this bloody feeling. During the repeated practice of the "whip" song, Andrew's tiger's mouth showed a wound that rubbed off the skin. It was just a small wound, but a heart-wrenching pain burst out in Andrew's continuous self-torture practice.

Although there was no blood, the audience could clearly feel the bloody feeling, just like the punishment of Lingchi, slashing the wound on the body with one knife and one knife. Then you could see the muscles rolling up, revealing the red tender flesh under the skin. The blood did not flow out, but was covered in scars and blood.

Watching a jazz movie, I felt a strong physical discomfort, which is really a rare movie viewing experience. But this is only the second time in the entire work, the first time is the opening.

When Andrew let go of the drumsticks with his right hand due to excessive pain, the spots of plasma fell on the beige-white drum surface of the jazz drum. The audience raised their hands and covered their eyes, and couldn't help but start to retching. The stimulation of stomach cramps and nerve tightness evolved from psychological to direct physiological effect.

The only thing that is thankful is that the picture flashed by, and then it switched to Andrew and Nicole's first date. The changes in the picture and light finally slowed down the psychological horror and fear for a while.

This is not a wonderful date.

Andrew talked nervously about music, and all topics were inseparable from music to be precise, jazz; while Nicole took the initiative to raise the topic, Andrew didn't know how to respond. Then they talked about the school, and they thought it was a common point, but they didn't expect it to be the biggest difference.

Nicole is also studying in college, but she has not yet determined her major, so she is not in a hurry and is ready to make sure it slowly. This is a completely different style from Andrew. Andrew clearly knows what she wants, what she wants to be, and what she is planning.

Nicole even said that she didn't like Shelfer College very much because people there looked down on her.

Moreover, Nicole misses home very much. She is from Arizona, but now she is in New York and wants to go back all the time. Andrew's relationship with her family is gradually becoming distant, even if his family is in New York.

If necessary, their differences and differences can be counted in detail, but... this is not a successful date.

The music room band participated in a jazz competition. During the intermission, the chief drummer Turner handed the score to Andrew, letting Andrew keep Turner's habits and quirks. If he left the score, he would not be able to play. Although every musician had to recite his own score, Turner had no choice. This was a healthy state and he needed a reminder from visual references.

Andrew casually placed the score on the bench in the corridor, but the score disappeared. No one could tell whether it was an accident or whether Andrew did it intentionally. But the result was that before he was about to take the stage, Turner was panicked. After Fletcher learned about it, he was furious. Andrew seized the opportunity and became the chief drummer.

Turner and Andrew were not friends at first, but now they have become enemies directly.

"Turner, what are you doing here? Today is the core training, and I don't have time to train a substitute." This is the next training session, and Fletcher saw Turner's first and last sentence.

Andrew's life seems to have finally entered the state of his dream, but at home, he still cannot find a sense of belonging and identity.

At the family gathering, Andrew was talking about his band, but everyone's attention was focused on Andrew's two cousins, one was a football player and the other was a top student. The achievements they achieved were the focus of everyone's praise and attention, because they were the "successful people" recognized by society, because the music industry was not a job at all.

They mocked Andrew's achievements, but boasted about his cousin Travis's 93 yards in the weekend's football game. Such distinctive treatment made Andrew unable to help but complain, "That's just a third-level event."

In the Naa event, the first level is the highest level, and only one-tenth of the players have a chance to become professional athletes. As for the second level, the third level is even more hopeless.

The Shelfer College where Andrew studied is the world's top music school.

Andrew's words made the atmosphere of the entire dining table frozen and stiffened. Everyone looked at Andrew in shock, but Andrew was completely unaware of it. "Carlton University team, not even the second level, it was the third level." He was stating an objective fact, but he didn't know why they were so surprised.

Travis didn't speak.

Andrew's uncle Frank spoke, "Andy, do you have friends?"

"No." Andrew told the truth.

Frank said with a look of contempt and disdain, "Why?"

Andrew frowned slightly and said in a teasing tone, "I don't know, I just can't see the use of my friends."

"Who do you usually play with?" Frank was aggressive. "John Lennon and Paul McCartney were good brothers in college, right?"

"Before Jones smashed Charlie Parker with a bowl, Charlie had no friends." Andrew refused to let him go.

Frank sneered, “So that’s what you define as success?”

"I think being the greatest musician of the 20th century is a success in anyone's opinion." Andrew's answer was without any pause and responded in a way that hit the wall.

At this time, even Andrew's father Jim could not bear it anymore. "After drinking/absorbing/drug, his family was destroyed at the age of 34, which is not a success in my opinion."

But Andrew stared at his dining plate without raising his head, cutting potatoes one by one with a dining knife, and even hearing the sound of the dining knife and the porcelain plate colliding. "I would rather die from my family because of alcohol/drinking/drug at the age of thirty-four, and become a topic of discussion on people's family gatherings than live to ninety with a rich and bright face, but no one remembers it."

"But your friend remembers you, that's the point." Frank seemed to have grabbed the pained foot and continued immediately.

Andrew's eyebrows raised slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked at Frank with a strong sarcasm, "None of us is Charlie Parker's friend, that's the point."

Frank still refused to show weakness, "Travis and Dustin have many friends and many goals."

Andrew's smile remained the same, and he looked at the two cousins ​​opposite him, and a sarcastic look slowly flowed out between his eyebrows, "I'm very sure that one day in the future you will be the president of the Student Union."

Dustin, who was always silent, finally spoke, "Oh? So that's why you dislike us? Do you think you're stronger than us?"

Andrew looked at Dustin and said expressionlessly, "The response speed is good, what was practiced in the simulation of the United Nations?"

Travis couldn't help it either, "I can answer you. Do you think Carlton football is a joke? Let's have a game with us (e-play-ith-us)."

Andrew raised his chin slightly, showing his arrogant aura and condescendingly, "Those are four words that you will never hear from nfl."

NFL, the NFL, the lifelong dream stage of every football player, just like the Lincoln Center is to Andrew.

"Who wants dessert?" The aunt sitting next to her tried to break the deadlock.

Jim couldn't stand his son's appearance and added, "Can you hear it at Lincoln Center?"

Andrew turned his head to look at his father. The light in his eyes gradually became cold. The calm indifference and alienation widened the distance between the two. Then a wave of anger and unwillingness to be humiliated flashed by. He bit his gums gently, without saying anything, but just held his plate, stood up, turned around and left.

Jim sat in place, picked up his white wine glass, and his expression became unpredictable.

This is always the case with art. In the eyes of mainstream society, it is not life and has no value worth pursuing.

After the dinner party, Andrew became more and more involved in the band training. Fletcher arranged the next game repertoire. At that time, the drum set would need to challenge the highest level of 400 hits, which is also the peak level of double swing skills. He hoped Andrew could show his strength and level.

But before Andrew could have time to be happy, Fletcher continued, "Like you, I recently met another kid who practiced double swing in the rehearsal room, so I will give him another chance."

Before Andrew could react, Ryan's figure appeared in the practice room.
Chapter completed!