Disaster Artist

Chapter 64 About Kite Street and Rusty Memories

"Don't you want to sign me?"

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

"I've broken bones and I'm still practicing with a hammer."

Bai Zhe made a joke.

Any manager with some discernment can see that Moya is the absolute core of the band.

The keyboard player is just an amateur, and the bass player is just here to make a living.Dream Photographer changed careers, a complete novice, NEIR patient, full of buffs.

"Who are you planning to sell to?"

Moya didn't respond, he lowered his head and scrolled through the private message list.

"To be honest, I don't really want to sell it. The Federation is short of money right now, but I don't really want to sell Rusty. It really, has."

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

The drummer nodded.

"I recommend you sell it, sign with a small company, and rebuild a band."

"what?!"

Moya slammed the table excitedly, and the wind blew against his face. Bai Zhe seemed to smell the smell of burning hair.

"Others can help with the work of the federation, and you don't have to participate in every fight. Moya, only you can become a rock star in the border area.

This alone, none of us can replace your role. "

"I will definitely not give up playing drums. But what does it mean to let others play life and death while I form a band and make records?"

With a clear new goal in mind, she no longer has many thoughts about becoming famous through music.

Moya looked at Bai Zhe's dark circles.This guy must have stayed up late thinking of some bad ideas and came prepared.

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

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

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

The greater your reputation, the higher the popularity, the more profits you can create, and the safer it is. "

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 and joined the group, you would definitely be a villain."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Which company should she choose? She didn't want to be restricted.

"The company's strength should be below average. It's better to have a business crisis or lack of artists. There should be few disruptions, no interference in creation, and a decent reputation in the industry."

Moya's idea is good, but these requirements can wipe out 99% of companies.Take your time choosing.

"You can make concessions in terms of salary, but creative autonomy is the most important. If you really can't do it, you can do it in name only."

"Hey, don't leave, I haven't chosen yet."

"I'm going to edit the MV. I've already said I would do it, but there are too many things to do."

"Can you trim one arm?"

"Do it slowly. You can discuss with Roger about finding a company."

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After connecting the Dream Imager to the neural interface for a long time, Bai Zhe began to extract memory materials.

Over the past month, his ideas about the "Rust" MV have been constantly changing, and they are now two different things from the original idea.

The biggest change is that he plans to significantly delete the scenes of Sooko.He is no longer the protagonist of the MV.He recalled from the beginning, from the day he met Moya and Rogge, the drummer was infected by an unknown roar.

He learned bass from Zuo Ming and climbed up and down the strings every day until his fingers were scrapped.

The changes in Moya’s drum sound, the changes in the roar effects, and the coordination of the Rogge electronic keyboard part.

They were surprised and shocked when they heard the melody of "Rust" for the first time after Moya received the Sooko imprint.

He lay on the table writing lyrics, drawing and pacing around the room while reading.

We rehearsed together, ate supper together, and experienced rhythm and coordination.

The first performance at Kite Bar, I was nervous at first, and I felt excited when I heard the cheers from the audience.

The DreamViewer beeps and the capacity is full.

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

They performed on a flaming red truck, roaring and shouting with the audience, waving goodbye and shaking off the gang members chasing after them.

In bars, on the streets at night, outside factories, in front of surging protest crowds, people are drowned in the dark wave of strong rhythm, burning with them.

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

It’s really a lot of memories and a lot of material that have to be cut into the short time of one song.

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

Many people couldn't wait to open the MV, but the content was a little different from what they imagined.It's so real, so real.

In the first scene, the three members of the band performed on a small bar stage in a noisy environment with dim lights.

When the drum beat and the first roar sounded, the camera switched to a dirty and messy street and moved forward.

Moya trotted to Kangna Bakery to buy bread for lunch, then ran to the factory where he was working, put on a dust hat and entered the assembly line.

After a short period of dull drumbeats, it was already dusk when she stepped out of the factory.

When the electronic keyboard sounded, the scene cut to Rogge's repair shop, where welding sparks flew and his hands and body were covered with engine oil.

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

Then came a scene of quick cuts and cuts. Bai Zhe met Rogge and Moya. When the roar sounded, Moya took off his helmet and raised his head, his bloodshot eyes ignited with fire.

Pictures of one day after another flew by.Moya recovered from his injuries and regained his drumsticks.Roger took out the electronic keyboard and took time to practice after get off work.Bai Zhe got the old bass for practice and played the strings unfamiliarly.

The three finally gathered in the same scene to rehearse together and celebrate the completion of the work.

The scene cut back to the bar, and the bassist walked to the stage, his voice cold and distorted:

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

The scene changes with the beat of drums and roars, from the bar, the street, the factory, and finally the factory, the production point of Lamberx.

The huge and angry roar overlapped with the roar of the protesting crowd.

When the skinny tramp rushes towards the blockade, the song reaches its climax, and the bright blood splash makes people's hearts tremble.

At the peak of the roar and the strongest drum beat, people broke through the blockade and roared towards the factory.

The screen suddenly stopped, and after a brief black screen, it cut to the old factory area of ​​Sunset Plaza.

This abandoned factory area is called Sunset Square because you can see the most spectacular sunset on Kite Street here.

The twilight soaked a large area of ​​abandoned buildings, with mottled light and shadow and tall weeds swaying like a sea in the evening breeze.

The setting sun on the horizon is as red as blood and rust.

Just before sunset, the last drumbeat falls.The song comes to a rest.

"About Kite Street and Rusty Memories". The END.

　It’s such a relief to finish writing this chapter~
　　In addition, the cat training failed.When I take it out for a run, it just rolls on the ground.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)