The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"In the arms of the angel, fly away~~~from here"

(In the arms of an angel, fly away from here)

In the spacious concert hall, gentle singing softly echoed in the ears of every audience member. The main accompaniment was a piano. Although there was a whole symphony orchestra sitting on the stage, only the cellist joined in with a low and slow preparation in the second half.

Look at the cellist's movements, which are as gentle as Jessica's singing, which brings a sense of quiet comfort. Ms. Drew stretched out her hands, put her palms together on the microphone stand support pole, and sang in a half-hug posture, but not everyone's attention was on their ears. For example, Michelle and Nisha in the front row were staring at their girlfriend's long black silk legs exposed on one side of her high-slit evening dress.

The Jessica Drew album is admittedly diverse in style.

Strictly speaking, the song "Stand by me", a cover of a song from the 60s, is full of positive energy, and is somewhat out of place amid the young girls, passionate girls and rebellious rock in the entire album. But it was not until everyone listened to all 14 songs in the album that they discovered that Jessica had hidden a bigger one.

"Angel".

Piano and cello, just looking at the combination of these two instruments can make people understand what the taste is.

There are also keyboard sounds that appear from time to time, twisted into slow, long, subtle sounds like those coming from heaven, alternating with the cello, and occasionally blending together, calling for thoughts to leave the body like a soul, and greet the morning light.

To quote some music critics, this treatment is simply perfect.

The piano starts with a low tune at the beginning, without any frills, as if you suddenly enter a quiet church on a noisy street. From the first line Jessica sings, 'Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance', that incomparably gentle and comforting voice is enough to make the back of your neck feel numb.

It also brings a vague feeling of tiredness.

For Jessica's fans, they can listen to their favorite singer's songs while walking, driving, going to and from get off work, and now even when sleeping. As expected, she has a voice kissed by God, she can sing pop songs, rock songs, and she can even soothe people to sleep.

Helping you sleep is only one aspect. On the other hand, after the album was released, organizations such as funeral homes came to discuss copyright issues, wanting to add the song "Angel" to their funeral playlists. There are also some film and TV series producers who plan to use it as background music for the main characters' funerals, or simply set it as the ending song.

Some even claim that the song has reduced their suicidal tendencies.

outrageous.

.....This is consistent with the ultimate purpose of this song in the original world.

"You're in the arms of the angel..."

(You lie in the arms of an angel)

"May you find some fort here..."

(May you find some comfort here)

After a few seconds of silence, the audience began to applaud enthusiastically. Two women who were close to each other in the front row took advantage of the chaos and secretly started to do some tricks.

Jessica on the stage twitched her brows.

Are you afraid that others won't be able to tell that you two are having an affair?

Returning backstage, Jessica walked towards the dressing room amid the farewell of the staff. As soon as she closed the door, she couldn't wait to take off the high-slit evening dress on her body and began to change into denim shorts and high-top canvas shoes in front of the female makeup artist.

"Jesse, did you know that your long legs are as famous as your songs?"

Hannah, the makeup artist, has worked with Jessica on several performances, and they have reached a rapport where they can joke around: "I received a job doing makeup for a catwalk show two weeks ago. I heard some models chatting backstage. They were quite jealous of you, especially the time you appeared on stage at last year's Christmas party. Remember? You were wearing a red Christmas dress and a pair of black stockings... Oh, the style you're wearing now. My brother almost forgot what you were singing."

"What do you mean by forget?"

"Because he's staring at your legs, hahahaha!" Hannah laughed in a very unpresentable way: "So you don't consider entering the modeling industry?"

"I'm not planning on stealing their jobs." Jessica put on her denim shorts, and her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings naturally came together, with her knees slightly bent, revealing an extremely beautiful and slender curve. "Well... I can't say for sure. I'm considering whether to take on a stockings endorsement..."

"Really?!" Hannah came over and said, "I said they are not blind. A brand has approached you, right? That must be the case! Can you tell us more?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure yet."

Jessica shook her head and leaned over to tie her shoelaces: "Let's talk about it after the contract is signed, and I'm just thinking about it."

After saying goodbye to her makeup artist, she declined her agent Frey's suggestion to hold a celebration party, reconfirmed the schedule for the next performance with him, and went to the parking lot to find her Jaguar luxury station wagon. She checked the surroundings with thermal imaging.

The engine starts.

A pistol was pointed at the back of his head.

"Oh, what bad luck."

Ms. Drew raised her hands. “I don’t have any money in my car, ladies the robbers.”

"Who wants your money? Take off your clothes."

"How can you treat your girlfriend like this? Everyone is listening to me singing, and you two are fighting and making noises downstairs. Do you know how to respect the performers?" Jessica rolled her eyes and let a pair of hands hold her neck from behind.

"Oh, I liked the version you sang in bed last night better, really."

......

Two hours later, in the underground parking garage of Moonstone Building.

"You two, can you guys get out of the car and play?" Jessica helplessly put her hands on her hips, looking at Michelle and Nisha who were laughing in the back seat, and looked up to scan the surroundings with thermal imaging: "I beg you, how long have you been in this car? How come you are so skilled?"

"What's the matter?" This Jaguar luxury station wagon has no rear doors, so the front seats must be put down for the people in the back seat to get out. It was obvious from Nisha's skilled movements that this was not her first time doing this: "Get in first, and we'll help you lock the car later."

"Don't forget you have to compensate me with a pair of stockings."

Jessica rolled her eyes, adjusted the waistband of her denim shorts, left the remote parking space first, and found the nearby elevator entrance. The security measures of the Moonstone Building are relatively complete, and surveillance probes are installed at each entrance and exit. In a few months, all elevator entrances will be covered by surveillance.

But I can’t film Spider-Woman anyway.

After entering the door of apartment 1608, Jessica first closed all the curtains to make sure that no sunlight would leak in after a few hours. Then she turned around and sorted the luggage in the middle of the hall. These items were moved from Michelle's residence and room 3309 of the King's Tavern Apartment, including a lot of arms.

Speaking of luggage...

These two guys said they were here to help, but they haven't even entered the house yet.

Not as reliable as you!

Jessica pulled the levitation cloak over and gave it a kiss, then pulled out the ammunition box and placed it gently on the plush carpet.

"Meow......"

The little black cat Wowo came out from under the sofa.

"You didn't pee there?"

Ms. Drew pulled out a handful of dried fish from a bag and said, "If I smell poop and pee on the sofa, I'm going to spank you. No one's competing with you for territory here, so you don't need to pee to mark your territory. Do you understand me, no troublemakers?"

"Meow~~~"

Wowo rubbed her fingers, making a gurgling sound.

"Oh, you naughty boy." Jessica noticed the scattered papers on the sofa and coffee table, so she had to go over to deal with the documents first. She wanted to burn the dozen or so portraits of people's faces, but most of them were drawn on the blank back of the contract paper, and it was not easy to burn them at once, so she could only put them aside for the time being.

Wait until you are sure whether to sign it or not before burning it, and then tell Frey that you soiled the document by drinking a drink.

Oh, and there is also the Deren Company.

Last time, I looked for a local British stockings brand that I cooperated with.

At that time, I had no interest in it, so I asked my agent Frey to decline the offer. But at a Christmas party, Ms. Drew's beautiful legs in stockings appeared on the TV screen, which made many people want to buy it. Deren's company raised the price this time and sent some samples. They almost said that you don't need to be the official spokesperson, just wear our stockings and go out, and we are willing to pay for it.

There are many partners who share the same idea, including dozens of companies engaged in high-heeled shoes, handbags, and women's clothing, and this is the number after Frey screened out a considerable number of them. In addition to clothing, her frequently-photographed Gibson Kalamazoo Commemorative Edition J-200 acoustic guitar has also attracted attention. In addition, her playing skills are indeed excellent, so there are also many guitar manufacturers who approach her for cooperation.

All I can say is that once someone becomes famous, all eyes will be on them.

When your fame and popularity rise to a higher level, people will even check what brand of paper towels you use when you take out the trash.

From now on, I can't let Michelle and Nisha ride in my Jaguar anymore.

Ding Dong!

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a ring outside the door.

"Great, I thought you guys wanted to sleep in the car."

Jessica let her two girlfriends in and locked the door: "Hurry up and work!"

"Wow! Look at your house..." Michelle pretended not to hear, and twirled her hands behind her back with interest, actually guarding against any hand that might attack her butt: "Is there any vacant house in this building? How about we plan a bank robbery? I want to rent a house here too."

"I'm glad you're in this mood, dear, but could you please hurry up and do your work? Don't forget what you promised."

"Okay..."

Miss Butterfly Knife grumbled, kissed Jessica, and obediently went to open the box.

"That's true."

Nisha looked at him with amusement: "One of you two has to become Miss Watson."

"Yeah, do you want to see her? I'll ask her to come out."

"Don't let her out!" Michelle and Nisha shouted at the same time. The little black cat Wowo on the sofa poked his head out in confusion, but when he saw there were no enemies, he buried his head back. It seemed that the owner and her two spouses had already started to tidy up the nest, but what did this have to do with this little cat?

Kitty doesn't have to do anything.

Wo Wo was chewing on the dried fish contentedly while Mei Mei dozed off. He didn't know how long he had slept when he was suddenly pulled under the carpet by a hand.

"So you really plan to accept the offer from Deren Company?"

"Isn't this what you persuaded me to take?"

Jessica took a sip of wine and patted Michella’s arm with her tentacles: “Especially you, recall how you advised me before, I want to see it again.”

"Okay, I'm just kidding."

Michella looked through the documents. "Although I think you can... did you draw this?"

"Yes, you may not have seen the paper Watson drew on the day he just came back, because you were so tired that you fell asleep." Nisha answered the question for Jessica, frowning as she turned over more portraits of human faces: "Oh my God, Watson... Jesse, how many did you draw?"

"It's just that I was bored the past few days." Jessica paused for a moment, and took the opportunity to cover up with the rolling ball at her feet: "I'm glad that I have some talent for painting."

"But these..."

Nisha also paused: "Who are they? Did you kill them?"

Facing the two pairs of increasingly serious gazes, Jessica curled the corners of her mouth.