Disaster Artist

Chapter 33 Burning (2)

The atmosphere in the repair shop was a little dull.

As soon as the operational meeting started, more and more problems were discovered.

"I was wondering if we could make a mobile stage?"

Moya suggested.She recalled that when they performed at Sunset Plaza last night, they ran away decisively as soon as they discovered the grumpy old man.

Bai Zhe understood her thoughts immediately.Staying at a certain location, right? We won’t decide on a fixed location right away.

"Moya, you are indeed a genius."

"I'm tired of hearing it. Let's play it in a different way next time. We put the wireless charging pad on the back of the car, connected the musical instrument audio microphone on it, and put the drone on the roof of the car.

We sang wherever the car drove, and stepped on the accelerator to run when the situation was not right. "

"Then you need to rent a bigger car. I'll look for it."

Rogge also felt that something was going on and took action immediately.

Bai Zhe had never learned to drive, Moya was barely able to do it, and the heavy responsibility of the driver could only be given to Rogge.

Maglev vehicles cannot be driven in most areas of the border area, and the pipelines are not laid here.That kind of old-fashioned convertible truck is difficult to drive, let alone drive fast enough to get away.

On the other side, good news came from Colin.

[Five of them answered and were willing to reprint and support you, so it cost 5]

【so cheap? 】

[There is an "Old Xue Rock of 21 Years". When he saw that you were going to criticize Luna Records, he refused to give up any money.Another family took a token fee of 100 to polish their writing]

[It helped a lot, I’ll go and thank you]

[No need, send me the original version of "Rust" and I will forward it to them]

[posted]

After a while.

[No, the music you play is really weird.How could this thing be plagiarized? Did it come from the zoo? 】

Seeing as how useful you are, I'll bear with it.

The three people who received the news were greatly confident.It seems that Luna Records has a really bad reputation in the industry.

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That night, 22:50.

The Kite Bar is still doing brisk business, and many new customers are waiting for the performance of the magical band, but they haven't shown up yet.

Also waiting anxiously were Quebana and the six brothers he brought with him.

A month or two ago, Victor asked him to take someone to find a little girl named Moya and force her to sign some kind of contract.

As a result, behind a crowd, the little man took out his bat and started swinging without saying a word. After the fight, passers-by watched.He gave the brat a lesson and then withdrew.

Because he didn't do this well, he was scolded by his boss, and even this month's inhibitors were withheld.

I thought this matter was finally over, but today Victor called him over again, smashed his titanium fist into his face, and ordered him to deal with the matter.If he doesn't handle it well, he can get out.

The more Kuibana waited, the more he felt something was wrong. Why hadn't the person arrived yet?

"Did you say something to them that they shouldn't have said?"

His two green electronic eyes were locked on the boss Lawrence, and his metal fist hit the bar table hard. The surrounding guests quickly ran away when they saw this.

"No, no, how dare I."

Lawrence smiled.

"I have urged them several times, probably because of some emergency."

He opened the chat interface very sincerely and showed it to Quebana, and he was really urging him.

It was impossible for him to harm Moya and the others, but he did not dare to provoke the Marano family.

Moya: [We are here]

A reply suddenly popped up on the chat interface.

arrive?where?
Quebana looked around and saw no one.You are not here at all, where are you hiding?
Lawrence panicked too.He sent such an obvious hint to Rogge. He couldn't be so stupid that he couldn't see it.

Don't come, don't come.

1 minute passed. 2 minutes passed.

"Did you hear anything?"

"It seems to be a bit, not background music, boom boom boom boom."

Ow-!
The iconic roar penetrates through the cracks in the door and windows, followed closely by the sound of piano and super-rhythmic drum beats.Here they come, outside!
While most of the guests were still confused, the regular customers were already pushing towards the door.

The building where the Kite Bar is located is an entertainment venue.Dance hall, chess and card room, bathhouse, dream studio.

After a roar, windows opened one after another.Some watched the excitement, some were frightened, and some gave them the middle finger.

At eleven o'clock, everyone's nightlife has just begun.

On a hot red convertible truck with a very aggressive spray paint, Moya waved his drum stick passionately, Rogge waved his robotic arm to greet the audience, and Bai Zhe was booming boom boom boom.

Guests squeezed out of the gates and pointed their cameras at the band, who was dazzling in a new way.

Roger didn't mention the car until seven o'clock in the evening. By the time they installed the equipment and adjusted it, it was almost nine o'clock.After rehearsing a few times, I squeezed in two nutritious ointments and then drove over.

They should have been tired, but there was a fire burning in their chests when the roar started.The burning has just begun, far from the time of rusting.

"White snow, gray ice, red sun rusted away"

Standing and performing in the back of a truck was much more uncomfortable than performing on a small stage in a bar, and I couldn't stretch my arms and legs at all.

But what the heck, it's impossible to shut up.

At the same time, Qubana and his brothers were all blocked in the store, unable to even see what was going on outside.

"Why are you pushing so hard? Are you qualified?"

A drunken old man opened the mic to Quebana passionately. He was so angry that he raised his stainless steel right arm, revealing the mechanical crocodile logo of the Marano family on his arm.

"The gangsters are amazing! The iron arms are amazing! My breasts are made of pure gold!"

Quebana couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the other person away.

"Damn it, the gangsters are beating someone up!"

Someone nearby yelled, making the scene even more chaotic, and Quebana couldn't squeeze out at all.

On the other side, Bai Zhe saw a few familiar faces in the crowd. He was a little excited and played two wrong notes.

It's three people from the band Placebo.Anjie, Leslie, and his bass teacher Zuo Ming.

"Listen to what others are knocking, and then listen to what you are knocking. Alas."

"Let's kick Leslie out. Anjie, go and kidnap the drummer."

The two of them listened, shouting about how awesome they were, and scolding the drummer Leslie.The drummer could only listen and obey.

Without him, Moya on the truck is too dazzling.

Her technique wasn't particularly outstanding, but her performance, the emotion and power she gave to the drums, was unparalleled.

Bai Zhe waved to them and picked up the microphone: "What are you shouting about? Who are you waiting for!"

"Ow—!"

"Ah—!"

"Meow--!"

The roar of the rusty sun and the howls of the audience resounded throughout the street, and curses could be faintly heard in the distance.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A strong man over two meters tall squeezed out of the door. A large area of ​​his body reflected metallic luster, and his right arm and legs were replaced by prosthetics.

"It's him."

Moya whispered.He was the leader of the group that attacked her that day.

"Get out first."

Rogge used his robotic arm to prop himself up, jumped into the cab, and started the engine.

"We are disbanding the band next month! Give up, we are going to run away!"

Moya played the last part of the drum, and Bai Zhe shouted to disperse the people in front of the car, while packing up the equipment to prevent damage in the bumps.

"Don't try to run!"

Quebana turned on the explosive mode of his legs, bent his upper body forward, and used his feet to crack the ground in an instant. His speed soared from standstill to 8 meters per second, and is still increasing.

The truck had just started to move, and the distance between the two had been reduced to less than 20 meters.

Go ahead, Eye of the Dark Tide.

Sneak into his shadow and overwhelm him.

The pale eyes opened, and the shadows rippled.

Kuibana, who was running wildly, lost his mind, fell down, and rolled on the road more than ten times.

(End of this chapter)