Chapter 1392 The sky is spinning
"Add some strength, man!"
In a fierce and fierce manner, he roared at the drummer, venting his irritability and anger at the innocent, pointing to the mulberry and scolding, and even kicking him directly He kicked the drum.
"You knock that damn thing with your heart!"
The smell of bloody smell, the hot, sticky and wet land rushed towards me.
The drummer's movements were completely stiff. Not only him, but the band members also looked at each other and exchanged sights. They had never seen such a Johnny, like an ant on a hot pan, losing control bit by bit.
Johnny noticed—
Ha.
The corners of his mouth were raised and a smile bloomed. Johnny looked at the band members' panicked expressions, breeding an evil pleasure.
Then, Johnny glanced at Joan Carter quickly with a provocative attitude; but after falling lightly on Joan Carter, he immediately moved away without waiting for her to react Come on, it seems that she is just an insignificant object and cannot have any impact.
He rejected iron shackles, zebra patterns, and shackles.
He is a free and unrestrained zebra, spinning and jumping, running wildly on the Serengeti grassland.
Finally, Joan Carter raised his gaze and stared at Johnny who was dancing forever in front of him, with a hint of worry and confusion in his eyes, and he stared at Johnny in surprise.
The situation in front of us is getting out of control bit by bit, like a hurricane passing through, no one can control it, but Joan Carter can't understand Johnny.
Is he happy or painful, is he enjoying or suffering?
Those completely different contradictions condensed on him, light and dark, sunny and raining, and fell into madness. Johnny was immersed in his thoughts and rushed around, smashing his nose and face, bruising all over his body, but laughing wildly , laughter broke free from the shackles.
Swipe all the way to the right side of the stage, and then stumbled back.
Just as soon as the band played the melody ended with a four-beat rhythm and a brand new four-beat start. Johnny was about to sing again when he stepped forward, but he didn't notice that there was still a distance between his footsteps and the microphone. .
When I opened my mouth, I suddenly realized this, so I quickly took two steps forward to try to make up for the distance.
As a result, my knees became weak.
On the flat ground of the stage, I almost stepped on the air, staggered to the microphone, my body suddenly faded, and I barely stood up again, so that the singing lingered around the microphone, my chaotic breathing and vagueness The pronunciation makes the singing even more vague.
However, the torture and pain hidden in the singing are unprecedentedly clear.
In the cheerful rhythm and bright drum beats, Johnny's wound was exposed in blood.
"...I...be bound...the mark..."
The song became fragmented because of the lack of breathing.
But Johnny did not give up, and was completely immersed in the performance, showing a sense of paranoia, his knees were still trembling, but his eyes were staring at the spotlight directly in front of him, as if he was fighting desperately with the light.
In the dazzling lights, the eye sockets began to flush and the world shaking blurredly in a halo.
"On Tuesday, I was tied up with iron chains."
"On Wednesday, my trial..."
What happened on Wednesday, Wednesday?
My brain was completely blank -
Oh no.
Ansen, a little panicked.
The lines seemed to be wiped out, the stomach was burning, the internal organs were burning, and the whole brain was as clean as white paper, without anything.
What should I do?
If you forget the lines, the skylight will be opened in this scene!
No, no, he can remember, he remembers his lines.
"Yeah Thursday, yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah I hurriedly followed, but my blank brain couldn't squeeze out any words, so I could only hum and echo the melody.
Anger! upset! depressed!
He realized that it made him look embarrassed, especially - in front of Joan Carter. When Joan Carter saw his panic and discomfort, Joan Carter saw his embarrassing side, Joan Carter must see through his bluff and timidity again.
Hell. See you at the sight of the ghost!
Wait, he remembered, "...Destroy me! I put on my prison uniform..."
Come back, the lines are back.
But why is the microphone stand against him?
Even though he stood straight and straight, like a green pine, the microphone stand was inexplicably lying towards him, as if he was about to fight for life and death like him.
This damn microphone stand, regardless of the occasion, can't you tell that he is trying to complete the performance? Can't you see that he is trying to show his safe and sound attitude? Can't you see that he is avoiding revealing his embarrassment and letting Joan Carter see a joke?
Microphone stand, haha, even you came out to make trouble.
He raised his leg and kicked it, and he pushed the microphone stand down and broke it—
Trying to break it.
However, it was obvious that the microphone stand was not so easy to break, but instead injured his right hand, and a numbness and pain came from the bones of his forearm.
I couldn't help but grin.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Grass.
He threw the microphone stand out.
"Ah!"
The audience in the front row was stunned and enjoying the performance, but they did not expect to encounter a sudden disaster. The microphone stand flew down. Although it landed in front of them and did not hit them. They still exclaimed.
These exclamations disturbed the calm.
He raised his legs and kicked them forward irritably and angrily, and actually kicked them directly to the ground lighting at the front of the stage. With crackling, glass fragments and sparks burst out instantly.
The front row audience was completely frightened and curled up into a ball of shivering.
The harsh scream hit his eardrums.
But there was a roar on the eardrums, and the sounds were not sharp or heavy, as if they were falling on the lake. He hid in the lake and looked up at the crackling sounds that were falling down. Objects, which feel the power from the vibration of the lake, are not real after all, and it seems not a big deal.
He smiled, waved to the front row of the stage, and poked out, "I'm fine, are you okay?"
After exploring his body, he almost rushed out directly.
He quickly pulled back and stumbled back to the stage, but made the band members and Joan Carter in a cold sweat and couldn't help but exclaim.
Joan Carter?
He seemed to hear a familiar exclaim, and turned around and tried to find Joan Carter in the crowd. He had no idea that Joan Carter would care and worry, so now Joan Carter is willing Worry about his safety?
Rich.
However, not found.
The world is trapped in a halo, and the faces are only a blurred halo, and the facial features and expressions cannot be seen clearly, or even the colors cannot be seen clearly.
The stomach was burning and rolling. He looked for directions left and right, trying to complete the positioning, but his head swayed, and the world was running at high speed.
What...what is going on?
The world is like a carousel and turns 360 degrees in circle.
"Stand up, Ansen, stand up!"
He gave himself an order, straightened his knees, stood firmly, put his hands on the seams of his pants in a regular manner, bathed in the golden spotlight, the world Finally stopped rotating.
The next second, he escaped into darkness.
(This chapter ends)