Chapter 1398: 1398
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Fletcher couldn’t believe his eyes. A drop of tears slowly glided across Andrew’s cheeks, revealing a sense of grievance and fragility, but stubbornly refused to turn his head. The slender and thick eyelashes were gently covering them. Working hard to protect myself, I feel pity, and people can't help but breed a touch of sympathy.
But the question is, why should he sympathize with a waste?
After the absurdity reached its extreme, I couldn't help but burst into laughter, a real smile. The smile that had never been shown before, but now it really rises up, it is absurd and funny, so that the whole person laughed briskly, shook his head gently, and sighed, "Oh, my dear God ."
The gentle words showed a completely different side, but they reflected the brutality and coldness just now.
Fletcher couldn't help frowning, a little disgusted and a little curious, as if he saw something new, frowned and looked at it carefully, then stepped back a little, and seriously asked his own curiosity." Are you the type that has no trace of tears alone?"
Andrew raised his right hand, wiped away the tears from his cheeks, lowered his eyelids, and concealed his embarrassment. He knows, he knows, it's too late to cover up, but what else can he do? What should he do? He couldn't control himself, he was completely helpless, it was a disaster.
Fletcher's eyebrows stretched out again, his eyes rounded, "Do I look like a **** of a double rainbow in your eyes?"
The two sentences before and after are mocking certain people who are easy to move, tears, and satisfy. As long as you see a double rainbow, it is like seeing a unicorn, crying with joy, but in the eyes of others-at least in Frye From a clear perspective, it is a group of people who live in their own world, who are extremely hypocritical and extremely contrived.
Fletcher's words stung Andrew so hard that he tried to regain his composure, but Fletcher didn't give him a chance.
"You must be very uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable now?" Fletcher asked pressingly step by step, and the **** storm came again.
Andrew clenched his teeth, held his breath, and tried to answer in the strongest way, "No." However, his slightly trembling lips revealed his inner fluctuations, and his slightly red eye sockets even revealed his grievances. The fear in Li had already overwhelmed him, he had to open his mouth, breathing heavily, and the suffocation of drowning made him extremely embarrassed.
"No? So you don't take it seriously, right?" Fletcher's words were like a dagger, piercing Andrew's chest fiercely, leaving no room for maneuver.
Andrew had to turn his head and tried to meet Fletcher's gaze, but he didn't dare to look up, just a ray of sight was enough to press his shoulders hard, and now he didn't even dare to lift his chin, that kind of timidity He had completely crushed his spine, and he was dying to defend himself, "I care..."
Fletcher did not let Andrew finish, and cut off the words directly, "Then are you uncomfortable? Is it, or is it not?"
How should he answer? Yes? Still not? How should he answer the correct answer? Think! Think! But the brain that has become a mess of marijuana can't think at all, even can't find the clue!
Andrew’s precarious and fragile mood was on the verge of collapse again. Fletcher was forced to a corner. He couldn’t turn around or breathe. He had no way to think. He could only subconsciously lightly chin and express his approval. The impulse to collapse made him. He pressed his lips vigorously, only in this way can he avoid crying directly.
"Yes, you are uncomfortable." Fletcher concluded.
Andrew nodded unconsciously, and whispered from the corners of his mouth, "Yes."
"Speak up." Fletcher still refused to let it go.
This pushed Andrew to the corner or the edge of the cliff. It seemed that he could feel the violent winds and the precariousness of his life. His life was threatened. He opened his mouth, but the grievances and sorrows came up all over his head. Being blocked in this way, he could only slowly squeeze a hoarse voice from the depths of his throat, exposing all the innocence and unwillingness in his heart, "I feel bad."
Fletcher still didn't let it go, and further yelled, "Be louder, so everyone can hear you."
Andrew only felt that he was naked, without dignity, without pride, and without confidence. He was so helplessly exposed to everyone, but he had no choice. He raised his head slightly, but his neck and shoulders were stiff as stones. Normally, I can't lift up at all, I can only turn my body awkwardly, clenched my teeth, exhausted all my strength, and said loudly, "I feel bad!"
"speak louder!"
"I am very depressed!"
"Speak louder!"
"I'm sorry!" After the roar, the tears burst again, and the voice was filled with thick nasal sounds, and the eyes were filled with hazy and hot tears, like a lost five-year-old, standing on the big one. At the crossroads, he was at a loss, but Fletcher didn't make it easy.
The moment Andrew roared, Fletcher’s face was transformed in an instant, all the gentleness of disguise disappeared, and he became a **** and brutal Tyrannosaurus rex, destroying Andrew’s last with full firepower. A trace of dignity, even the bottom line is not left.
"You are a dog/shit/mother/cannon who has no prospects, value and no friends. When you were a child, your mother discovered that her object was not the great Eugene-o'neil (eugene-o'neil) and then abandoned you and your dad and turned away. Now, when I grow up, I ran to Lao Tzu’s drum set and cried and blown her nose like him/mum/the nine-year-old girl, so he/mum/di told me one last time, louder."
Before the rehearsal, Andrew and Fletcher talked about their family, their mother and their father, but they did not expect that they have now become Fletcher’s weapon to attack him, and even his mother has become a prop for salting wounds. .
Andrew has completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, nasal mucus, his whole cheek flushed, and his left cheek even swelled, the kind of chaos and embarrassment that has just encountered abuse/humiliation/, in the face of pretentiously strong emotions. , Appearing more cowardly and cringe, he clenched his fists, and squeezed the drumsticks tightly, his muscles were tightened to the extreme, like a volcano erupting in anger, he smashed all his savings in a mighty manner. All of the energy is released.
"I am very depressed!"
The mouth opened to the extreme, as if calling for help with life hanging by a thread, and transmitted his own voice in the drowning.
But after the shouting, the tearful dirt more and more highlighted his embarrassment and humbleness.
Fletcher stood up straight and looked at Andrew with a disdainful and contemptuous gaze, just like looking at an ant falling into the dust. Even a spit of saliva was too wasteful and he walked back step by step. , Said quietly, "Carl."
This is calling the original chief drummer Karl Turner.
Carl stood up and came to Andrew's side, ready to take his place.
Andrew sat on the spot in a daze. The sadness and despair were like witnessing the collapse of a world. It was grand and magnificent, magnificent and tragic. His shoulders, his head, and his hands were all relaxed. Finally, He spit it out in one breath, and then the whole person fell apart like this, without even the slightest vitality.
Rolling, rolling to the bottom, leaving no room or temperature.
"Let’s practice hard now, Neiman." Fletcher had already recovered calm and calm, turned his back to Andrew, dropped a sentence lightly, and then returned to the back of his conductor score, adjusted his breathing, and continued. Give orders and enter the daily training again, "'Whip~www.novelhall.com~ bar, adult rhythm, five, six, seven... go."
It's like... as if nothing happened just now.
Andrew stood up, gave his place to Carl, and sat back in his original position. All the confidence, all the pride, all the self-esteem had been completely crushed into dregs, and nothing was left.
Now, Andrew couldn’t lift his head at all. Even the action of standing up and giving up his seat kept his head drooping, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his shoulders. Every step was so heavy that he was There were deep potholes on the ground, but this still couldn't relieve Andrew's inner suffering.
He just sat quietly on the bench seat next to the drum set, his head drooping, no sadness, no anger, no annoyance, or even fluctuations, even the teardrops on the eyelashes and the corners of the eyes were not wiped away, the whole person In a state of calm numbness, it seemed that he had tried to feel the pain. The whole person just sat on the spot with his soul out of his body. Even if the performance started again, he was not in the mood to listen.
Time and space seemed to stop like this for Andrew.
If anyone is curious, what kind of world destruction mental breakdown is, Andrew in front of him is the best model.
The air in the entire rehearsal room is frozen, no one speaks, no one moves. The quietness is making everyone stiff, even the fingers dare not move easily, lest they become a "tyrannosaurus rex". "The other dead soul under the claws, that kind of fear and stunned emotions are spreading so fast that Damien hesitates.
The whole scene has been filmed, but Damien still looked left and right. After hesitating for a while, he cautiously shouted, "Ka."
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Fletcher couldn’t believe his eyes. A drop of tears slowly glided across Andrew’s cheeks, revealing a sense of grievance and fragility, but stubbornly refused to turn his head. The slender and thick eyelashes were gently covering them. Working hard to protect myself, I feel pity, and people can't help but breed a touch of sympathy.
But the question is, why should he sympathize with a waste?
After the absurdity reached its extreme, I couldn't help but burst into laughter, a real smile. The smile that had never been shown before, but now it really rises up, it is absurd and funny, so that the whole person laughed briskly, shook his head gently, and sighed, "Oh, my dear God ."
The gentle words showed a completely different side, but they reflected the brutality and coldness just now.
Fletcher couldn't help frowning, a little disgusted and a little curious, as if he saw something new, frowned and looked at it carefully, then stepped back a little, and seriously asked his own curiosity." Are you the type that has no trace of tears alone?"
Andrew raised his right hand, wiped away the tears from his cheeks, lowered his eyelids, and concealed his embarrassment. He knows, he knows, it's too late to cover up, but what else can he do? What should he do? He couldn't control himself, he was completely helpless, it was a disaster.
Fletcher's eyebrows stretched out again, his eyes rounded, "Do I look like a **** of a double rainbow in your eyes?"
The two sentences before and after are mocking certain people who are easy to move, tears, and satisfy. As long as you see a double rainbow, it is like seeing a unicorn, crying with joy, but in the eyes of others-at least in Frye From a clear perspective, it is a group of people who live in their own world, who are extremely hypocritical and extremely contrived.
Fletcher's words stung Andrew so hard that he tried to regain his composure, but Fletcher didn't give him a chance.
"You must be very uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable now?" Fletcher asked pressingly step by step, and the **** storm came again.
Andrew clenched his teeth, held his breath, and tried to answer in the strongest way, "No." However, his slightly trembling lips revealed his inner fluctuations, and his slightly red eye sockets even revealed his grievances. The fear in Li had already overwhelmed him, he had to open his mouth, breathing heavily, and the suffocation of drowning made him extremely embarrassed.
"No? So you don't take it seriously, right?" Fletcher's words were like a dagger, piercing Andrew's chest fiercely, leaving no room for maneuver.
Andrew had to turn his head and tried to meet Fletcher's gaze, but he didn't dare to look up, just a ray of sight was enough to press his shoulders hard, and now he didn't even dare to lift his chin, that kind of timidity He had completely crushed his spine, and he was dying to defend himself, "I care..."
Fletcher did not let Andrew finish, and cut off the words directly, "Then are you uncomfortable? Is it, or is it not?"
How should he answer? Yes? Still not? How should he answer the correct answer? Think! Think! But the brain that has become a mess of marijuana can't think at all, even can't find the clue!
Andrew’s precarious and fragile mood was on the verge of collapse again. Fletcher was forced to a corner. He couldn’t turn around or breathe. He had no way to think. He could only subconsciously lightly chin and express his approval. The impulse to collapse made him. He pressed his lips vigorously, only in this way can he avoid crying directly.
"Yes, you are uncomfortable." Fletcher concluded.
Andrew nodded unconsciously, and whispered from the corners of his mouth, "Yes."
"Speak up." Fletcher still refused to let it go.
This pushed Andrew to the corner or the edge of the cliff. It seemed that he could feel the violent winds and the precariousness of his life. His life was threatened. He opened his mouth, but the grievances and sorrows came up all over his head. Being blocked in this way, he could only slowly squeeze a hoarse voice from the depths of his throat, exposing all the innocence and unwillingness in his heart, "I feel bad."
Fletcher still didn't let it go, and further yelled, "Be louder, so everyone can hear you."
Andrew only felt that he was naked, without dignity, without pride, and without confidence. He was so helplessly exposed to everyone, but he had no choice. He raised his head slightly, but his neck and shoulders were stiff as stones. Normally, I can't lift up at all, I can only turn my body awkwardly, clenched my teeth, exhausted all my strength, and said loudly, "I feel bad!"
"speak louder!"
"I am very depressed!"
"Speak louder!"
"I'm sorry!" After the roar, the tears burst again, and the voice was filled with thick nasal sounds, and the eyes were filled with hazy and hot tears, like a lost five-year-old, standing on the big one. At the crossroads, he was at a loss, but Fletcher didn't make it easy.
The moment Andrew roared, Fletcher’s face was transformed in an instant, all the gentleness of disguise disappeared, and he became a **** and brutal Tyrannosaurus rex, destroying Andrew’s last with full firepower. A trace of dignity, even the bottom line is not left.
"You are a dog/shit/mother/cannon who has no prospects, value and no friends. When you were a child, your mother discovered that her object was not the great Eugene-o'neil (eugene-o'neil) and then abandoned you and your dad and turned away. Now, when I grow up, I ran to Lao Tzu’s drum set and cried and blown her nose like him/mum/the nine-year-old girl, so he/mum/di told me one last time, louder."
Before the rehearsal, Andrew and Fletcher talked about their family, their mother and their father, but they did not expect that they have now become Fletcher’s weapon to attack him, and even his mother has become a prop for salting wounds. .
Andrew has completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, nasal mucus, his whole cheek flushed, and his left cheek even swelled, the kind of chaos and embarrassment that has just encountered abuse/humiliation/, in the face of pretentiously strong emotions. , Appearing more cowardly and cringe, he clenched his fists, and squeezed the drumsticks tightly, his muscles were tightened to the extreme, like a volcano erupting in anger, he smashed all his savings in a mighty manner. All of the energy is released.
"I am very depressed!"
The mouth opened to the extreme, as if calling for help with life hanging by a thread, and transmitted his own voice in the drowning.
But after the shouting, the tearful dirt more and more highlighted his embarrassment and humbleness.
Fletcher stood up straight and looked at Andrew with a disdainful and contemptuous gaze, just like looking at an ant falling into the dust. Even a spit of saliva was too wasteful and he walked back step by step. , Said quietly, "Carl."
This is calling the original chief drummer Karl Turner.
Carl stood up and came to Andrew's side, ready to take his place.
Andrew sat on the spot in a daze. The sadness and despair were like witnessing the collapse of a world. It was grand and magnificent, magnificent and tragic. His shoulders, his head, and his hands were all relaxed. Finally, He spit it out in one breath, and then the whole person fell apart like this, without even the slightest vitality.
Rolling, rolling to the bottom, leaving no room or temperature.
"Let’s practice hard now, Neiman." Fletcher had already recovered calm and calm, turned his back to Andrew, dropped a sentence lightly, and then returned to the back of his conductor score, adjusted his breathing, and continued. Give orders and enter the daily training again, "'Whip~www.novelhall.com~ bar, adult rhythm, five, six, seven... go."
It's like... as if nothing happened just now.
Andrew stood up, gave his place to Carl, and sat back in his original position. All the confidence, all the pride, all the self-esteem had been completely crushed into dregs, and nothing was left.
Now, Andrew couldn’t lift his head at all. Even the action of standing up and giving up his seat kept his head drooping, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his shoulders. Every step was so heavy that he was There were deep potholes on the ground, but this still couldn't relieve Andrew's inner suffering.
He just sat quietly on the bench seat next to the drum set, his head drooping, no sadness, no anger, no annoyance, or even fluctuations, even the teardrops on the eyelashes and the corners of the eyes were not wiped away, the whole person In a state of calm numbness, it seemed that he had tried to feel the pain. The whole person just sat on the spot with his soul out of his body. Even if the performance started again, he was not in the mood to listen.
Time and space seemed to stop like this for Andrew.
If anyone is curious, what kind of world destruction mental breakdown is, Andrew in front of him is the best model.
The air in the entire rehearsal room is frozen, no one speaks, no one moves. The quietness is making everyone stiff, even the fingers dare not move easily, lest they become a "tyrannosaurus rex". "The other dead soul under the claws, that kind of fear and stunned emotions are spreading so fast that Damien hesitates.
The whole scene has been filmed, but Damien still looked left and right. After hesitating for a while, he cautiously shouted, "Ka."
Fletcher couldn't believe his eyes. A drop of tears slowly glided across Andrew's cheeks, revealing a sense of grievance and fragility, but stubbornly refused to turn his head. The slender and thick eyelashes were gently covering them. Working hard to protect myself, I feel pity, and people can't help but breed a touch of sympathy.But the question is, why should he sympathize with a waste?After the absurdity reached its extreme, I couldn't help but burst into laughter, a real smile. The smile that had never been shown before, but now it really rises up, it is absurd and funny, so that the whole person laughed briskly, shook his head gently, and sighed, "Oh, my dear God ."The gentle words showed a completely different side, but they reflected the brutality and coldness just now.Fletcher couldn't help frowning, a little disgusted and a little curious, as if he saw something new, frowned and looked at it carefully, then stepped back a little, and seriously asked his own curiosity." Are you the type that has no trace of tears alone?"Andrew raised his right hand, wiped away the tears from his cheeks, lowered his eyelids, and concealed his embarrassment. He knows, he knows, it's too late to cover up, but what else can he do? What should he do? He couldn't control himself, he was completely helpless, it was a disaster.Fletcher's eyebrows stretched out again, his eyes rounded, "Do I look like a **** of a double rainbow in your eyes?"The two sentences before and after are mocking certain people who are easy to move, tears, and satisfy. As long as you see a double rainbow, it is like seeing a unicorn, crying with joy, but in the eyes of others-at least in Frye From a clear perspective, it is a group of people who live in their own world, who are extremely hypocritical and extremely contrived.Fletcher's words stung Andrew so hard that he tried to regain his composure, but Fletcher didn't give him a chance."You must be very uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable now?" Fletcher asked pressingly step by step, and the **** storm came again.Andrew clenched his teeth, held his breath, and tried to answer in the strongest way, "No." However, his slightly trembling lips revealed his inner fluctuations, and his slightly red eye sockets even revealed his grievances. The fear in Li had already overwhelmed him, he had to open his mouth, breathing heavily, and the suffocation of drowning made him extremely embarrassed."No? So you don't take it seriously, right?" Fletcher's words were like a dagger, piercing Andrew's chest fiercely, leaving no room for maneuver.Andrew had to turn his head and tried to meet Fletcher's gaze, but he didn't dare to look up, just a ray of sight was enough to press his shoulders hard, and now he didn't even dare to lift his chin, that kind of timidity He had completely crushed his spine, and he was dying to defend himself, "I care..."Fletcher did not let Andrew finish, and cut off the words directly, "Then are you uncomfortable? Is it, or is it not?"How should he answer? Yes? Still not? How should he answer the correct answer? Think! Think! But the brain that has become a mess of marijuana can't think at all, even can't find the clue!Andrew's precarious and fragile mood was on the verge of collapse again. Fletcher was forced to a corner. He couldn't turn around or breathe. He had no way to think. He could only subconsciously lightly chin and express his approval. The impulse to collapse made him. He pressed his lips vigorously, only in this way can he avoid crying directly."Yes, you are uncomfortable." Fletcher concluded.Andrew nodded unconsciously, and whispered from the corners of his mouth, "Yes.""Speak up." Fletcher still refused to let it go.This pushed Andrew to the corner or the edge of the cliff. It seemed that he could feel the violent winds and the precariousness of his life. His life was threatened. He opened his mouth, but the grievances and sorrows came up all over his head. Being blocked in this way, he could only slowly squeeze a hoarse voice from the depths of his throat, exposing all the innocence and unwillingness in his heart, "I feel bad."Fletcher still didn't let it go, and further yelled, "Be louder, so everyone can hear you."Andrew only felt that he was naked, without dignity, without pride, and without confidence. He was so helplessly exposed to everyone, but he had no choice. He raised his head slightly, but his neck and shoulders were stiff as stones. Normally, I can't lift up at all, I can only turn my body awkwardly, clenched my teeth, exhausted all my strength, and said loudly, "I feel bad!""speak louder!""I am very depressed!""Speak louder!""I'm sorry!" After the roar, the tears burst again, and the voice was filled with thick nasal sounds, and the eyes were filled with hazy and hot tears, like a lost five-year-old, standing on the big one. At the crossroads, he was at a loss, but Fletcher didn't make it easy.The moment Andrew roared, Fletcher's face was transformed in an instant, all the gentleness of disguise disappeared, and he became a **** and brutal Tyrannosaurus rex, destroying Andrew's last with full firepower. A trace of dignity, even the bottom line is not left."You are a dog/shit/mother/cannon who has no prospects, value and no friends. When you were a child, your mother discovered that her object was not the great Eugene-o'neil eugene-o'neil and then abandoned you and your dad and turned away. Now, when I grow up, I ran to Lao Tzu's drum set and cried and blown her nose like him/mum/the nine-year-old girl, so he/mum/di told me one last time, louder."Before the rehearsal, Andrew and Fletcher talked about their family, their mother and their father, but they did not expect that they have now become Fletcher's weapon to attack him, and even his mother has become a prop for salting wounds. .Andrew has completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, nasal mucus, his whole cheek flushed, and his left cheek even swelled, the kind of chaos and embarrassment that has just encountered abuse/humiliation/, in the face of pretentiously strong emotions. , Appearing more cowardly and cringe, he clenched his fists, and squeezed the drumsticks tightly, his muscles were tightened to the extreme, like a volcano erupting in anger, he smashed all his savings in a mighty manner. All of the energy is released."I am very depressed!"The mouth opened to the extreme, as if calling for help with life hanging by a thread, and transmitted his own voice in the drowning.But after the shouting, the tearful dirt more and more highlighted his embarrassment and humbleness.Fletcher stood up straight and looked at Andrew with a disdainful and contemptuous gaze, just like looking at an ant falling into the dust. Even a spit of saliva was too wasteful and he walked back step by step. , Said quietly, "Carl."This is calling the original chief drummer Karl Turner.Carl stood up and came to Andrew's side, ready to take his place.Andrew sat on the spot in a daze. The sadness and despair were like witnessing the collapse of a world. It was grand and magnificent, magnificent and tragic. His shoulders, his head, and his hands were all relaxed. Finally, He spit it out in one breath, and then the whole person fell apart like this, without even the slightest vitality.Rolling, rolling to the bottom, leaving no room or temperature."Let's practice hard now, Neiman." Fletcher had already recovered calm and calm, turned his back to Andrew, dropped a sentence lightly, and then returned to the back of his conductor score, adjusted his breathing, and continued. Give orders and enter the daily training again, "'Whip~www.novelhall.com~ bar, adult rhythm, five, six, seven... go."It's like... as if nothing happened just now.Andrew stood up, gave his place to Carl, and sat back in his original position. All the confidence, all the pride, all the self-esteem had been completely crushed into dregs, and nothing was left.Now, Andrew couldn't lift his head at all. Even the action of standing up and giving up his seat kept his head drooping, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his shoulders. Every step was so heavy that he was There were deep potholes on the ground, but this still couldn't relieve Andrew's inner suffering.He just sat quietly on the bench seat next to the drum set, his head drooping, no sadness, no anger, no annoyance, or even fluctuations, even the teardrops on the eyelashes and the corners of the eyes were not wiped away, the whole person In a state of calm numbness, it seemed that he had tried to feel the pain. The whole person just sat on the spot with his soul out of his body. Even if the performance started again, he was not in the mood to listen.Time and space seemed to stop like this for Andrew.If anyone is curious, what kind of world destruction mental breakdown is, Andrew in front of him is the best model.The air in the entire rehearsal room is frozen, no one speaks, no one moves. The quietness is making everyone stiff, even the fingers dare not move easily, lest they become a "tyrannosaurus rex". "The other dead soul under the claws, that kind of fear and stunned emotions are spreading so fast that Damien hesitates.The whole scene has been filmed, but Damien still looked left and right. After hesitating for a while, he cautiously shouted, "Ka."
