walk with jimmy

Chapter 120 How Interesting

Under James' dumbfounded gaze...

Miss Linda was really pissed off by this choice and ran away.

But Doyle turned his head as if nothing happened, stared at James' green eyes, and said softly: "Come on, Gina, we can continue, where did we just say?"

Then, thinking to himself, he suddenly began to sing the passage: "My heart beats with hope..."

The song is really beautiful!

But James couldn't be as invested as he was just now.

He couldn't help but start thinking wildly: "Do I have to find a way to inform Theo? And... what does this guy mean? After driving away his girlfriend, he actually has the mood to continue singing to me here ? Well, I'm fine now, do I have to think of a way to get out of here quickly?"

At this time, a section is sung.

Doyle looked eagerly at the blonde beauty in front of him, expecting better feedback and inspiration.Although in his eyes, the girl's too much makeup is a big flaw, but it is still tolerable, not to mention, it is too difficult to find someone who can resonate with her music.

But James didn't understand his thoughts. Instead, he was terrified by this gaze. He wanted to take out the knife hidden under the pillow to defend himself, but naturally he didn't answer immediately.

Doyle waited for a long time, but did not get a response.

He suddenly sighed a little disappointed: "Don't you want to talk to me, Honey?"

James blinked unconsciously.

The development of things was so miraculous that his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.

"I've been feeling terrible lately."

Doyle suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed in frustration and began to mutter to himself: "It's not my fault, I just want to make music quietly. I don't want to be famous, let alone pay attention to politics. I Actually don't want anything. But now it sucks, it's all about the song. No no, can't say that, the song is good, it's just that people put too much stuff on it. You know what? Everywhere I go , now people will pop up all of a sudden, hold the microphone, and ask around me, what do you think of the Conservative Party and the Labor Party. God, this is so stupid, no one listens to my song? What the hell is the elf and What does the Conservative Party matter? It's ridiculous. My opinion, my opinion, I have no opinion at all...”

James finally understood a little bit.

This may be the psychologically vulnerable people in the legend, who are not ready to become famous, but are surrounded by an unexpected, or unexpected, or unwanted way of becoming famous, all kinds of anguish and troubles.

These anguish and worries are very personal.

Because, there is no way to complain to the work team, he himself is the leader of the team; and there is no way to complain to his relatives and friends, because when relatives and friends are still cheering for his success, they can't suddenly pour a pot of cold water on him Say 'I don't want this result'.

As a result, there was a backlog of unhappy emotions deep in his heart, and he probably wanted to find someone to confide in for a long time.

Coincidentally, James just mentioned the song "Vanishing Spirit" this time as the fuse of everything, and the "comment" was in place (thanks to Stewart), and he showed a very professional music quality, which aroused He hides a strong desire to confide in his heart.

'OK!I will do this question! '

Compared with inevitably causing some physical conflicts with the lead singer, it is still acceptable to temporarily volunteer to play the role of a psychiatrist.

After hanging out with Lance's young man for many years, James thought he could understand these people. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately gave a bad idea: "GOfuckyourself."

"what?"

Doyle, who was still complaining about the huge pressure brought by the media's nonsense, froze for a moment.

"You can just curse back like that, brother."

James enthusiastically introduced the experience: "Be rough and tell them all to fuck off. If you've been acting too easy to bully, then don't blame them for pestering you."

Doyle frowned, and replied hesitantly: "...But they should scold me in the newspaper."

"What are you afraid of? It doesn't affect the sale of records." James said confidently.

"Uh?"

"Think about it, wait until they're all dead. Your song will still be sung by the gods, you're afraid of a bird! Pull up your sleeves, brother! Roll up your sleeves and fight them to the end! Who's afraid of whom? You scold me Also scold."

Doyle looked at him in disbelief: "...you really surprised me, girl!"

"Then do you want me to teach you how to swear?"

"what?"

If it was James who couldn't figure out what was going on at the beginning; then now, it's Doyle who couldn't figure out what was going on.

He confided his troubles on a temporary basis, but in the final analysis, he chose to come to the hotel to get a room, and he still wanted something to happen in his heart.

After all, it is rare to meet a girl who can communicate freely in music and has such a novel and unique personality. If nothing happens, it would be a waste of this beautiful evening.

It's just that this girl seems a little...too rude?

"Forget it, forget it, there is no perfect person in the world?" Doyle comforted himself in his heart.

As a result, James' cursing teaching did not last long.

On the one hand, the other party didn't cooperate at all, and on the other hand, he soon discovered that the guy with red hair might be teasing him?

Talking about distress should be true.

But if you say you can't bear it, you don't know the truth...

But just now he was definitely suspected of "pretending to be pitiful and tricking girls into sympathy".

Because in the subsequent development, he repeatedly tried to hug and hold hands with James to "comfort the injured and fragile soul".

"Didn't you say you loved that Miss Linda very much?"

James decisively avoided his hand and asked.

"Yes, I love her. But now, I can't help loving you too. Gina, don't you really feel it? I have a lot of resonance with you in music. I want to be with you. I Tempted, tempted! Please, don't let me lose you. " Doyle said tenderly.

"...Actually, we could go on talking about music."

"Yeah, that's right, but we should and can talk about other things besides music."

Doyle said while trying to hold his hand.

James couldn't help standing up and dodging.

Two people are in the house, one wants to get closer, and the other wants to hide...

Finally, they started circling around the bed, running after each other.

—Miss Gina, I want to be with you forever, no one has ever touched my heart like this.

——You can go to the hospital and find a surgeon to do a thoracotomy.When the time comes, your heart will be touched as much as you want.

— Haha, you are so funny, Gina.But why resist me?I invite you, and you come as promised, don't we have a tacit understanding?Are you afraid?But I won't hurt you.

—Actually... I'm just afraid of hurting you.

James finally got tired of the silly game of running around in circles around the bed.

He jumped onto the bed, took out a knife from under the pillow, and wanted to threaten violence, saying, "Okay, the game is over."

But before he took out the knife...

Doyle fell apart.

He suddenly screamed: "Wait! You, are you a man?"

James was taken aback for a moment, looked down, and found that he had accidentally disappeared.

He hastily stretched out his hand, pressed down the skirt that flew up due to too much movement, and replied casually: "That's right!"

There Doyle continued to scream, "Are you a pervert?"

James suddenly lost his temper: "It's none of your business!"

"Why is it none of my business? You are a man, but why did you agree to my invitation to come to the hotel?" Doyle shouted angrily.

But at the next moment, he suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly took a few steps back, with a vigilant expression on his face: "Are you coveting my body? Don't come over, and don't approach me again! I warn you, I'm not gay, I don't Do it with a man!"

James just pulled the knife out from under the pillow.

Hearing this, he couldn't help turning his head in a daze: "What kind of pornographic trash is on your fucking mind all day long!"

Doyle stared at the knife in horror and stammered, "You, you, don't touch me! You take the knife... take the knife, and I won't sleep with you! I'll call the police, I swear, I will definitely call the police."

James glanced at the knife, then at him, and suddenly found things interesting.

He waved his knife and said with a smirk, "Come on, let's have a hug and hold hands."

Doyle started running around the bed in a panic: "No, no."

James smiled and happily chased after him: "Come on, come on!"

--No!No!

--come on!come on!

The hotel room continued to dance around.

On the other hand, Theo didn't do nothing.

As James and Doyle discuss 'the dangers of being foolish, blind, and finding the wrong person'...  

Bassist Theo manages to infiltrate the backstage of The Adventures, against all odds.

He hid in an oversized suitcase, quietly waiting for the lead singer Doyle to appear.

But at this time, because he didn't communicate with his teammate James in advance, he didn't know that the lead singer Doyle would go to the hotel directly under the cover of the staff after the performance to meet the "beautiful woman" and never go backstage up.

So, it will be a sad wait that is doomed to be fruitless.

Knowing nothing, Theo patiently waits, waits...

Fell asleep!

This is also understandable.

Think about it, rushing back to London without sleep all night, running around, trying to sneak into clubs in every possible way, and drinking a few glasses of wine when I was bored in the middle.

Now, lying in a comfortable big box, the temperature in the room is moderate, and the alcohol is coming up.

……

So, when the rest of the Adventure Party band went backstage noisily...he was still sleeping in the box.

Next, the members of the adventure group began to remove makeup, change clothes, chat, drink champagne, eat... He was still sleeping in the box.

Until a staff member came to clean up the backstage.

A young assistant of the costume designer diligently picked up the messy costumes thrown on the ground one by one...he was still sleeping in the box.

But when the little assistant hugged the picked up clothes and wanted to put them back into the box, he was horrified to find that there was actually a person lying inside!

at this time……

Theo's wig has long since fallen out, and his eye shadow and lipstick are all gone. His flat breasts are exposed, under a short skirt, and there are two hairy legs wearing fishnet stockings...

The little assistant immediately uttered a heart-piercing scream in fright.

Theo, who was awakened from his sleep, was overly frightened and let out a heart-piercing scream.

The drummer, bassist, and guitarist of the adventure group were all trembling with fright, and almost jumped up on the spot.

They hurriedly looked back, what happened?

Theo hurriedly stuck out a head from the big box, a head wearing a wig, hairnet, and full of makeup, especially the lipstick, which was really ferocious, with a bright red mouth!

three people:……

In the team, the most timid guitarist came up and cried like a ghost: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Theo's mind was completely clear.

He broke out in a cold sweat and realized what kind of dangerous situation this was: he was disguised as a woman, lying in the costume box of the Adventure Group backstage, and surrounded by members of the Adventure Group!

This is going to be beaten to death, right?

If you don't get killed, you will lose your face!

At the critical moment, IQ finally came online.

Before everyone could react...

He made a decisive decision, crawled out of the big box, spread his long legs, slammed open the door of the backstage dressing room, and started running along the corridor with bare feet, behind him were the members of the adventure group Their ahhhhhhh screaming in the background.

Theo ran and ran desperately, sprinting out as hard as he could, for fear of being caught.

When he managed to run out of the club and nearly vomited blood, he finally couldn't help but bent down and laughed loudly with his hands on his knees.

Hey-hey-hey!

What fun, guys!

Those idiots in the adventure group must be scared to death.

There are ghosts in the background hahahaha! !

The author has something to say: Doyle's words are half-truth and half-false, and it is possible to deceive girls, but he is indeed pouring out his troubles and seeking comfort.

He's not a bad guy, but he's a sweetheart, after all, picking a band to play on ladies' night.