The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

At dawn, the morning light penetrated through the gaps in the blinds, casting dense grating strips on the carpet. Due to design reasons, the living room of this new apartment could not be completely shielded from light, so Nisha had to hide in the bedroom temporarily. And Jessica had to go out to work. After a phone call last night, the people in Deren's company couldn't wait to arrange a meeting, and she had other arrangements today.

Because music critics generally favor her to be nominated for next year's Brit Awards, and many even think she can compete for a Grammy, and because most of the tracks on her album have become famous, Ms. Drew's popularity has increased instead of decreased.

This is true even if we only talk about the song "Big Big World".

But her fame in the British music scene is growing. Recently, she was in the news for running 3 events in 10 days. On the one hand, her agent Frey is very happy that Jessica is serious and positive, but on the other hand, he is worried that she will exhaust herself and act like an old lady.

Then two days ago, when he was interviewed by the media, he told a funny story.

"I asked Jess if she was tired, and she said she was fine, having rested for more than a month and was very energetic, then she stepped on the wall and performed a backflip for me."

So Jessica immediately had a new topic:

Can you do a backflip?

I was laughed at by my two girlfriends for a long time.

Of course, this was just a small episode of casual chatting in bed. Michelle and Nisha were more concerned about Ms. Drew's mental state. After confirming that going crazy was still Miss Watson's exclusive privilege, they were somewhat relieved. After all, these two women had killed some people. Not to mention Nisha, Miss Butterfly Knife had a record of killing through a building single-handedly.

It is normal to dream about dead faces at night.

According to Michela, the frequency of this situation has begun to decrease since she confirmed her relationship with Watson.

Until now, when I had three more girlfriends, I rarely had such dreams anymore.

They were all exhausted and fell asleep half-fainted.

However, according to Nisha's theory, Miss Butterfly Knife had been trained too much and gradually enjoyed it, and her mental state slipped from one extreme to another.

......As long as you are happy.

After reluctantly passing on the topic, Jessica decided to be careful in the future and not let her girlfriends find out about the portraits she drew. This situation has been brewing since she came back from Chechnya, and there is no good solution until now. It can only be alleviated gradually over time.

But it still won't disappear, especially once she returns to a solitary space, this urge will gradually spread. Fortunately, after a period of adaptation, or because she hasn't devoured the human body recently, Jessica no longer has the uncontrollable painting performance.

Jessica couldn't help but sigh for Mr. Watson when she thought about how she had painted several pictures in the living room that day like a crazy artist.

This mental problem actually lies with him.

It was also because of this that he and Miss Watson could continue to maintain a basically normal mental state. Even so, the pressure transmitted from Mr. Watson some time ago also affected the actions of others.

Otherwise, why would Miss Watson run into Aunt Peggy's arms?

Oh, and there’s baby girl Angela.

Paige called and asked to let the little cutie stay with her for a while longer.

This is exactly what Jessica wants.

Originally, I had to take care of Angela for more than half a month, so I set aside a week to give it to Peggy to try. She obviously enjoyed it, so it was natural to extend the time.

Today is Friday, February 2th. The weekend is Valentine's Day in 12, and in two days, we will usher in the last New Year's Eve and Spring Festival of the 1999th century. Even though it is thousands of miles away, London is inevitably influenced by some Eastern culture, especially the Chinatown area, which has been very lively recently.

Only at this time of year will there be slightly more real Oriental people in Chinatown, satisfying everyone's strong curiosity.

Mainly I wanted to watch the fireworks.

Dongguo people's creativity in fireworks always leads the world.

It's a pity that it is still too difficult for British residents to distinguish between Orientals, Japanese and Southeast Asians, but in the eyes of the British government, this is a rare annual opportunity to generate revenue, and no one should think of making trouble at this time.

The police on the streets have doubled.

Even busier than the British government are the wizards of Kamar-Taj.

I talked to Master Wang on the phone that day. Just as Master Hamil said, there are more and more invasive creatures, and they have appeared on all continents around the world. However, there are still not enough people to deal with the invasion incidents in some remote areas. They can only be put aside for the time being. Anyway, the priority of the action will be arranged by the Supreme Sorcerer and his team.

Jessica was happy to have some peace and quiet as she didn't find the problem on her head.

She doesn't feel like touching a gun much lately.

It’s nice to play the piano, like now.

Jessica's fingertips flew, and she played a series of rapid legato accurately, followed by two bends and harmonics, and then cast her eyes to the crowd below, receiving a burst of excited cheers. It is now common for her to guest perform in performances. She gives the sound control an accompaniment, wears monitoring headphones and sings a few words into the microphone, and then goes directly to the stage to perform.

It is actually more troublesome to perform this song with pure electric guitar and no singing required, because the effects are difficult to set up. Fortunately, it only took half a minute in the end. Jessica rarely plays this song "Canon Rock" in public, so she accepted the collaboration purely out of interest.

Facts have proved that even if this kind of music was released five or six years earlier, it still has an audience.

It looks like quite a lot.

Jessica bowed to the audience, gave a gesture to the sound controller, unplugged the guitar power cord, and walked off the stage with the guitar. It was already night, and the busy day was finally over, but there was still one last wave of work to deal with.

A group of reporters were already squatting there.

"Did you hear what they said, Jess? Everyone knows you're going to the Brit Awards." Manager Frey stepped on the accelerator lightly: "Don't worry, even if you're not nominated, maybe they'll be willing to give you a special treatment?"

“I’m just going to perform.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Our album was released too late. We can only wait until next year's selection. It's just that we can't make it in time. There's nothing to regret. You know, Hot Wave Records originally wanted to delay the release until the beginning of this year."

"Even though it is like this..."

Frey slapped the steering wheel. "Damn it, I have to find out. I mean, who would have thought it? Never mind. Did you hear what the critics said? Forget about this year's Brit Awards. You're eligible to compete for next year's Grammy! Ha! Who would have thought it?! Who would have thought it! You've created a miracle! How many people can get a Grammy nomination for their first album?! Jesse, you're a genius!"

"Next year's Grammy nominations won't be announced until the end of this year. It's only a few months now. Can you calm down? Don't just believe everything the critics say." Jessica sighed, "You might as well count on next year's Brit Awards. I might be chosen there."

"Ah, it's a shame to think that you can only sing at the Brit Awards this year. They really should give you some trophies."

"February 2th is the Spring Festival in the East."

Jessica opened a book and said, "I won't be attending the dinner after the show. I have other things to do."

"Are you really not going to stay for another half a month? I mean, you see, analysts think the album will set a new sales record in February. If you can cooperate with the promotion a little more, Jesse, this will affect your main income this year!"

"Sorry, Fred, I won't be back until March at the earliest." Jessica shook her head and turned to the page she hadn't finished reading. "You know that songwriting requires inspiration. If I don't go out to travel, I won't be able to come up with anything in my mind."

"Okay..." Frey said with regret: "Then don't forget about tomorrow's matter. Darren is very anxious."

"Why do I feel like you're more anxious than I am?"

"Hahahahahaha, no way!"

At this moment, a ringing sound came from Frey's body. He held the steering wheel with his left hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket with his right hand. He frowned, glanced at it, and hung up directly. Jessica immediately noticed the man's unnatural expression: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, um..." Frey hesitated: "It's another artist of mine, the other one besides Crazy Maggie, you may not remember him, his name is Fried Jensen."

"I remember, what's wrong?"

"He said he had recently prepared a new album. You know I don't have time to do this. I am considering whether to pay the penalty and terminate the contract with him. I really don't have time. Besides, my contract with him expired in April this year..."

"You can have time."

Jessica turned her eyes back to the book. "After all, I don't plan to release a new album in the first half of this year. I decide which activities to attend based on my mood. I can also talk about signing with a new record company in the second half of the year. You should have plenty of time to spend with your old friends."

"Hey, Jesse, that's not what I meant..."

"Don't be nervous, Frey. I signed a contract with Freed before you met me. Who would have thought that I would have a debut album? You are free to do whatever you want with it. I won't interfere." Jessica closed the book and pointed to a pizza shop on the side of the road before Frey could continue speaking. "Please park over there. Thank you. This shop is not far from the Moonstone Building. I'll buy some dinner and walk back by myself."

"Really? I can wait for you..."

"No, I want to be alone."

Ms. Drew put on a mask, gave her agent a look, opened the car door and went to the back seat to get her electric guitar case. After watching the gray BMW sedan get back on the road, she just stood in line when her phone in her pocket suddenly started vibrating.

Come on, find me a job at this time?

Seeing the energetic girl Lucia on the screen, Jessica breathed a sigh of relief: "Good evening."

"Jesse! You you you you're... KA!"

There was a click on the other end of the line, followed by a brief scream, and then it stopped abruptly.

......ah?

Jessica stood there for two seconds, sighed, left the queue, walked to the side of the road and waved to stop a taxi: "Go to King's Avenue in the Hammer Forge District."