The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

boom!

The hotel room door was closed.

Miss Watson threw away her backpack, snorted, and immediately triggered a woman's switch.

“Puff——Hehehe!!!”

"Still laughing!" Miss Watson rushed over and pushed Michelle to the bed, using her hands and feet to beat her: "I asked you to secretly put a box, why are you making so many fart movements? Can't you see I'm standing in front to attract the crowd? You're still standing there laughing! You watched me and the elementary school student spinning in circles for more than ten minutes!!"

“Hahahahahaha!!!!” The woman kicked her legs and laughed so hard that she couldn’t even speak clearly: “That curator… asked you to come over and tell you that next time you wear this outfit you can get in for free hahahahahahahahaha!!!!”

"You!" Miss Watson was so angry that she jumped into the air and slammed down on Michelle: "You heartless woman! You are finished today! I will teach you a lesson!"

Michelle screamed and begged for mercy: "Hahahaha stop tickling me..."

"I'll tickle you!"

After slapping the woman on the buttocks, Miss Watson wanted to continue, but there was a knock on the door. Considering the appearance of the person, Michelle had to tidy up and go to open the door. The hotel clerk stood outside and politely asked the two to keep the noise down, as the fight just now had disturbed other guests.

After locking the door, the woman turned around and looked at Miss Watson, who looked unhappy on the bed: "It seems we have to pay attention to the movement."

"Oh? Whose fault is that?"

Miss Watson sat up: "Who screamed the loudest just now? Umm..."

The floating cloak was still packing his backpack. When he looked back and saw the two people's actions, he consciously floated to the side of the balcony and dutifully closed the curtains. The warm sunlight penetrated through the curtains, slowly spreading the quiet afternoon in Heidelberg, dyeing it golden little by little.

Miss Watson felt a slight warmth beside her, and when she opened her eyes, she found that the light of the setting sun had spread to the bed. She covered Michelle with a blanket and climbed out of bed quietly, but her levitating cloak happened to roll up something, which was a statue that the woman bought from the memorial hall.

Military Princess 12-inch classic model.

Snapped!

Miss Watson covered her face with her hands.

......

Just after Saturday, the two returned to London.

Michelle returned to her house on Park Street in Chiswick, planning to use the culture chamber in the basement that had not been used for a long time; Ms. Jessica Drew returned to her busy schedule of album promotions, appearing in various radio interviews and live events. For this singer who is easy to talk to but occasionally not very obedient, Hot Wave Records seemed to have a vengeful mentality and spent a lot of money, holding 4 shows in just one week.

In other words, she could afford it, but other band members were not so relaxed. Rhythm guitarist Miller and bassist Joe were the first to have problems. The former was because he was too fat, and the latter was because he was old. How could they withstand such high-intensity activities?

By the end of December, Jessica was the only one left to attend the event. Even the energetic girl Lucia couldn't hold on. However, for Ms. Drew, the content of these activities was basically forgotten after going through them a few times in her mind, because there were too many sessions.

Today's talk show has the biggest star.

The Tonight Show with Saran.

Jessica still underestimated the influence of her songs, and also underestimated the chain effects of the fermentation of her works and frequent public performances during this period.

I actually started to have fans!

“Jessica——!!!”

Before Ms. Drew had even stepped out of the stage, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers, completely different from the quiet scene during the rehearsal. Jessica could only wave and smile at them, and walked to the sofa in the center of the small stage according to the scheduled route, and greeted the host Sharan Crane: "Good evening!"

"Good evening, Jessica." Sharon is an elegant middle-aged blonde woman. A pair of half-frame glasses makes her look very intellectual. Of course, finding an outfit design that best brings out the best in her appearance is usually a basic skill for a host.

"Did you invite all my fans in London?"

Jessica asked as she took her seat.

"In fact, we did a questionnaire and survey beforehand." Sharon faced the laughter from the audience and looked into Jessica's eyes: "So we contacted and selected some fans who are willing to be there tonight, but this is far from all, Jessica, I think you underestimated how popular you are."

"Thank you." Jessica smiled and made a heart shape with her hands to the audience, showing her youthfulness and successfully arousing a small round of applause.

"So...I want to ask you something."

Saran got to the point: "You were born in London, right? Where exactly?"

“South Bank, that’s across the river from the government precinct.”

"Ah, South Shore girl."

The female host smiled and leaned over to bring the two closer together: "Tell me about your childhood? About your... parents? Friends? Hobbies?"

"I don't remember much about my parents. They were always busy, and I don't know what they were busy with." Spider-Woman herself was severely brainwashed and couldn't remember much of the past, so Jessica could only change the background of this character based on her own life experience in her previous life: "When I was a child, there was a radio at home, and that was my favorite thing."

“So you got into music very early?”

"Yes, I would turn the channels around, stop when I came across a song I liked, and then sing along, because I was the only one at home anyway." Jessica continued to shape the persona of a music girl: "Then when I was about 13...14 years old, we lived in the Commonwealth, and I got my first guitar in my life."

"federal?"

"Well, we moved out of England a long time ago, although I was too young at the time to have any memory of it, including the South Bank."

"So what was your childhood like?"

"It was quite boring by your standards. I went to school, listened to music, and had dinner with my parents at night." Jessica smiled and shook her head: "But I liked it very much. I felt that my life was very pure at that time. Maybe because of this, I had the idea of ​​developing music very early on."

"Oh, so you wanted to be a singer from the beginning?"

"That's about right."

Ms. Drew is wearing a classic combination of a velveteen jacket, jeans and Martin boots today, but once she crosses her legs, the curve of her thighs is immediately revealed: "My parents are very supportive of my idea. At least learning music is much better than falling in love at a young age, especially for a girl's father."

"I understand, I understand." The female host, Sharan, laughed and pointed to the audience: "Among our audience today, there are quite a few fathers like you mentioned. Perhaps this should be a problem that fathers raising daughters all over the world will be troubled by, isn't it?"

"Maybe there's a mother too?" Jessica added cooperatively.

"That's right!"

"exactly!"

There was an immediate response from the audience.

"I saw your performance at Thanksgiving last month. I was impressed by your performance of the second song, Jessica. You have been..." The two continued to chat for a while, and Sharon began to get to the point, making a gesture of playing the guitar: "You played the guitar and danced at the same time, and it seemed that you never stopped."

"Yes, I like it."

"Will it not go wrong?"

"God bless me, I didn't make any mistakes."

Jessica pretended to cross herself, which caused another round of laughter.

“So, what was your life like before you became a singer?”

What? Killing people for Hydra, and often being molested by that perverted old man Otto... Jessica thought about it and decisively brought up the embarrassing experience of paying rent and relying on a small amount of sponsorship from her parents in her previous life: "I left my parents after I became an adult, working everywhere to earn money to support myself, and then taking time to play the piano and write songs."

"That's why you wrote "Thank You," right? A song about renting an apartment? Or was it inspired by your life experiences when the song mentioned the apartment?"

"Yes, there was a time a few years ago when I really couldn't afford the rent." The topic has entered the next paragraph marked in the script. Jessica continued: "I could only live in a friend's house, and then I was in a semi-homeless state. It was really difficult."

"In the Federation?"

"Yes."

"That's true in the Federation." Like most British people, Sharan never missed a chance to criticize the Federation, and the people of the Federation themselves liked this practice very much: "What made you decide to return to London to pursue a music career?"

"Before, I just wanted to go back to the place where I was born."

From here, Jessica can put into real experience: "I met some new friends in Furnival Gardens. In fact, it was a non-commercial event of party nature. I didn't prepare at all, but they encouraged me to go up and sing. It was my first performance in London."

"the first time?"

Sharan smiled and asked, "What did you sing?"

"'Stand by me', you must have all heard it, right? The original singer is Benjamin Earl King, and I adapted it for guitar..." Before Jessica finished her words, she saw the female host take out an acoustic guitar from under the table and put it in front of her. She still maintained an attitude of listening carefully, and the show effect came out immediately. The audience laughed and some even whistled.

Jessica didn't say anything more, her mouth half open, her doubtful eyes repeatedly switching between Guitar and Sharon, this expression made the audience laugh again. Of course, this segment was purely designed, all for the show effect.

"please."

The hostess made a gesture of invitation.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

You guys like to laugh so much...

Seeing the audience laugh three times in a row, Jessica picked up the guitar and shook her head: "Let me move around first."

After saying that, she stood up with her guitar slung over her shoulder and warmed up her voice. The tone of her voice soared all the way up as if she had stepped on the accelerator. Then she sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened and coughed twice: "Ahem, that's it."

The studio burst into laughter.