star chaser poem

-Fu Jing's perspective-

"I don't want to be here anymore."

This is what Ji Yin said in the studio after the evening rehearsal.

In fact, Fu Jing knew that he was already tired of Songshi.

He was fed up with having to face the same audience every time he performed, fed up with the dilapidated and small livehouse, and fed up with the monotonous environment where there were only a handful of competitors.

Tired of everyday lack of stimulation.

"I'm going to Wu City."

As he said this, his eyes slowly swept across the four people in front of him.

That day was the first official rehearsal of Moonquake's new lineup.

The original members gradually fell apart due to practical problems such as graduation and employment.Looking for someone again this time, Ji Yin's goal is very clear: to sign a label, to release a CD, to hold a tour—to make money.

At that time, Fu Jing couldn't quite understand the anguish of being full of ambitions but having nowhere to display them.

He thought it would be nice to stay in Songshi as well.

The staff at the venue, the musicians who performed together, the audience who joined the show... everyone is more like an equal relationship sharing common hobbies, rather than idols and others who are full of stars.

"Whether it's a good performance or a bad performance, the reaction below will always be the same, even the position of the audience has not changed."

"Continuing to stay here will create an illusion for me: There is no difference between spending effort and fooling around."

No one dared to talk back when he spoke like this, just like an arrogant tyrant and his flattering ministers, the barbed words whipped the listener's heart one after another, but the person holding the whip was more painful than them.

It may be because Ji Yin often went to Wu City to watch performances, so he felt a particularly strong sense of gap, and was not reconciled.

Once the two of them ate together alone, Fu Jing was underage and kept ordering soft drinks, while Ji Yin drank too much and started talking nonsense without restraint.

"I was standing at the bottom and thought, you guys aren't very good, are you? What kind of rubbish are you writing?"

"The audience is deaf? Did you listen to the scene without ears? Huh?"

"I really want to kick those ugly bastards off the stage."

"Why are there so many audiences for singing trash songs, and I have to rot in this shitty place to entertain myself?"

The blush from emotion and alcohol swam across the center of his face like a slender moray eel.

Ji Yin raised his head slightly, staring at the sweating glass in his hand lazily. The round steel ball nails on both sides of his mouth were replaced with cones, like spears in the hands of a demon.

His smile is sharp, half conceited, half self-deprecating.

"But to think that way means I'm jealous, envious of what other people have that I don't have."

"So, I'm going to make those things my own."

Those eyes that were rarely relaxed stared lazily at Fu Jing, and the corners of the raised lips were full of sarcasm, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"never mind."

Without waiting for an answer, he waved his hand indiscriminately, as if to brush away the question just thrown out, "You are too young."

Fu Jing opened her mouth, not wanting to be blocked halfway, so she had no choice but to take a sip from the cup. The strong sweetness of the carbonated drink made her feel at a loss for a while.

Compared with sweetness, he hopes that he can know how to taste bitterness at this time.

"Then what exactly are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Ji Yin snorted with extreme disdain, his chin was still raised arrogantly, and he still maintained a superior posture.

"Defeat trash the way trash does best."

His lips were obviously curved upwards, but there was no hint of a smile.

"Doesn't that sound cool?"

It should be since then that he has become different.

At the same time as the members changed, the overall style of the band also began to change.

Ji Yin no longer writes whatever he wants, but thoroughly researches the most popular new bands in Wu City.

It includes not only the tune and lyrics, but also the overall temperament of the band and the personality and dress of each member.

At that time, Fu Jing was already able to sing normally.But after all, it has been abandoned for a long time, and the muscles that help the vocalization are somewhat atrophied, and it will be obviously powerless to sing a few times casually.

What he never expected was that the evaluation of the person he cared about the most was ridiculously split into two extremes.

Like a shattered mirror, one piece was discarded in the past, and the other one fell at the feet, Fu Jing picked up the one in front of her, but saw her distorted face.

"You can barely stabilize your high position, but your singing style is not very flexible, so your expressiveness is very single."

"Let's sing it like that. No one can hear the good or the bad anyway."

He even felt that this was not making music, but a malicious revenge: Ji Yin intentionally used his most despised works to curry favor with those who despised him.

Fu Jing didn't know who was being tormented by this practice.

Ironically, however, Ji Yin's strategy actually succeeded.

Demos and videos sent out were answered quickly.

The people from the label replied that they wanted to see their live performance, and invited Moonquake to go to Kure City to participate in a platter performance in a month.

The nature of the performance is a small event where all the bands under the label will participate.

Because it is one of the most famous labels in Wu City's underground music market, and the venue chosen is relatively small, so as soon as the news was released, the tickets were sold out immediately.

Moonquake's name did not appear on the official performance information, but "SecretO.A." was mysteriously written. (*)

The other party made room for them to be the first on stage to warm up the stage. It lasted for 10 minutes. If they didn't introduce themselves, they could barely sing five songs.

The location is in the livehouse mirage.

"I've only seen mirages in photographs."

What Fu Jing said was the truth, the yearning in his heart was still to go there to watch the performance, not to perform on stage.

"It's not promising, that's how big it is."

Only 500 people stand at full capacity.

Of course, among the four 500 people, none of them belonged to the audience.

The night before departure to Kure City.

Fu Jing was half leaning on the bed, reciting vocabulary.

The last thing before going to sleep, and the first thing when waking up, is to recite the book unshakably.

Thanks to this long-standing habit, his English scores have always been very good, and he is especially good at reading.

There is a bubble-shaped weather bottle on the bedside table. The light from the desk lamp penetrates the crystals stretched out like feathers, illuminating the scattered golden stars on the bottle.

This was a gift from Xiang Shi for his birthday the year before last.

A small folded hangtag hangs from the top of the bottle.

Before opening it, Fu Jing imagined with great anticipation what words would be written on it—it turned out that he had thought too much.

What Xiang Shi wrote to him was a bunch of chemical equations comparable to instructions.

After the third year of high school, he didn't go home very often, but every time he came back, he always checked his homework like an animal patrolling its territory.

In fact, Fu Jing no longer needed others to stare at her.

He had gone through all of them in his mind in advance which books he would read and which books he would pass wrong questions during the moving time on the road tomorrow.

Fu Jing felt that the way she arranged these things was very similar to Xiang Shi.

It's not that I deliberately imitated it, but I was unconsciously influenced by it, and when I came back to my senses, I was used to doing it.

The two hands holding the vocabulary book are placed casually on the cover of the book. His original upright hands have left a cruel outline carved out by hard work: the left hand is for practicing guitar and deforming, and the right hand is for writing crookedly. .

On the wall behind, there is a poster of Jiu Yuezhen, which was given to him by Ji Yin when he was just in high school, and he said that there were too many prints to sell.

Fu Jing vaguely remembered standing on the bed, holding up the two corners at the top, and sticking the poster together, she secretly yearned for it in her heart.

He thought, it would be fine if the person standing in the middle was me.

It was the first time in Fu Jing's life that she had her hair styled and put on makeup.

He didn't have long hair back then, so the makeup artist used a lot of wig pieces.

The band had never customized special costumes before, and all the clothes they wore on stage that day were borrowed temporarily.

What Fu Jing was given was a set of very low-key loose black shirts. The imitation silk material was spliced ​​with translucent embroidery of different saturations. The cuffs of the wrists were wrapped with complicated long strips of mesh, which would fall with the hands. The movement flutters up and down, and a retro pure black bow is tied in front of the neckline.

The make-up artist seemed to think he was a good fit for this look.

"Looks like a rebellious little prince."

As he spoke, he patted him on the shoulder, indicating that it was done.

Fu Jing faced the strange image in the mirror with a little trepidation, and even dared not blink.

On the left side of his neck, a strand of long black and red hair extension hangs down, which is cut into pieces and reaches about below the collarbone.

Reaching out his hand hesitantly, he touched the fluffy tail that didn't belong to him, as if he was stroking a newborn animal.

Very incredible.

After disguised by clothes and makeup, he seems to have become another person completely, and he seems to be able to use this temporarily borrowed body to boldly do whatever he wants.

It's like being injected with brand new and continuous power.

"Are you afraid?"

Ji Yin's voice came from behind his ears, but he didn't turn his head, and replied directly: "Not afraid."

The other party squinted his eyes and looked him up and down through the reflection in the mirror, then suddenly reached out and took off the prosthetic eye necklace (*) hanging around his neck.

"Your upper body is empty."

While talking, she moved to Fu Jing's back, put on the necklace and straightened the collar for him.

"No matter what happens later, you just have to remember."

The red eyeball on Ji Yin's right index finger is far away from the one on his chest.

"I'm standing on your left."

There must be audiences, but the worst situation is not difficult to foresee: singing with all your strength and all, the audience not only did not respond, but also yawned one after another.

He imagined that a thick layer of concrete was poured on the faces with different expressions, and finally hardened into an unmistakable sentence: Please hurry down.

Fu Jing subconsciously clenched the dangling pendant on her chest.

Two 10 minutes.

He consoled himself clumsily.

An exam can take much longer than this.

Standing in the center of the stage, you can only see the faces of the audience in the first few rows clearly.

Now the one facing me in the first row is a girl with big eyes with a ribbon and bow tied on the side of her ears.

She held her arms firmly, showing that she wasn't going to clap or scream; her sweet features matched her expressionless features, making her look like an unselfish judge.

Fu Jing was going to smile at her, but then remembered what Ji Yin had told her:

"Laughing is not allowed after taking the stage."

"Laughing will only make others think you are cute, not singing nursery rhymes."

So he straightened his face immediately, glanced coldly at the audience, and put on the stand microphone with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, everything plunged into darkness.

A dry spring.

This is Fu Jing's description of herself at that time.

It may be because he is so well protected. Although he has the heart to create, he has never burst out with a strong desire to express.

It's like he thinks it's cool to have a body piercing, but he definitely won't try it lightly.

Fragmentary melodies can make people satisfied.

Randomly plucking a few chords on the guitar, coupled with a simple melody line, can be enjoyable without experiencing the suffering of output.

He also doesn't like writing lyrics, he thinks they are pretentious and contrived, and after they are printed, they serve no purpose other than embarrassing.

In fact, Fu Jing could vaguely feel that, as the lead singer of a band, her most fatal weakness.

Before talking about skills, stage experience, and personal characteristics, the most basic things he lacks are life experience and desire to create, and the simplest true feelings.

He sings, but it's an empty shell that can only move his mouth, it's Ji Yin's megaphone, the trumpet.

The other party used a necklace to enclose him, just like connecting a wire, and when the switch is pressed, it will sing. It is a doll to fool children.

I have no anger to vent, no sorrow to pour out, no joy to share.

I just hang out with amazing people, do things that my peers are afraid to try, and then brainwash myself to say, I am different from others, I am amazing.

Xiang Shi should have noticed it a long time ago, so she persuaded me to study.

However, reading also cannot solve this problem, it is nothing more than temporarily delaying the urgency of the problem.

I have gained a lot.

There is the protection of parents in life, the company of Xiang Shi by my side, and the guidance of Ji Yin in forming a band... There is no need to struggle and suffer, and there is no need for excess self-will, just follow their instructions.

Read books when you say to poetry, and do this set of questions when you say to poetry;

Ji Yin said that if he sang well, he sang well, and Ji Yin said that he was not allowed to laugh, so he was not allowed to laugh;

If people around you say go east, go east; if people around you say go west, go west.

I don't know what I'm going to do either.

I'm just an empty shell stuffed with nice things.

It's like holding a majestic knight's sword, only to find that it has no edge at all.

He stood where all the eyes gathered, chanted lyrics with unknown meaning, and wore a set of heavy armor.

That layer of copper and iron walls guarded him, so that no matter what kind of actions he made, it was difficult to release the original power to the outside world.

I have to throw something away.

This was the only thought left in Fu Jing's mind after the performance.

Before stepping off the stage, he noticed that the eyes of the girl in front of him had completely changed.

Obviously he never showed a trace of pure emotion from the beginning to the end, but the audience gave him enthusiasm without impurities.

Perhaps because she didn't know the names of the band and members, Fu Jing's eardrums hurt from the shock of the meaningless yelling.

The original plan was to wait until the whole performance was over, and go to the celebration banquet with other bands, and take the opportunity to get acquainted; but Fu Jing couldn't drink, and was rushing home to review her homework, so she booked a return to Song in advance city ​​trains.

Ji Yin drove him to the station.

Even on the way back, Fu Jing could still feel the uncharacteristic excitement in her brain.

Segments of melodies, accompanied by scattered pictures, circulated overwhelmingly in his consciousness space.

The stories he sang were all false.

And the answer to his desire was all real.

Fu Jing knew that Ji Yin was in a very good mood now, but he didn't want to talk, so he deliberately held up the book to block himself, like a clam closing its closed shell tightly.

At night, standing in front of the station, which is as bright as day, is like standing at the exit of a long tunnel.

The lure of the future is too bright.

He got out of the car with his luggage and wanted to take off the necklace and return it to Ji Yin before leaving.

The other party didn't want it, and he said, "I gave it to you."

Lowering his head and touching the smooth and cold eyeball, Fu Jing took the first candy that New World handed him.

Today's performance is videotaped.

He followed Ji Yin, thinking absently as he walked: the next time Xiang Shi comes home—although I don’t know when it will be, he must be forced to use the projector in the room to watch me sing seriously again.

No, read it ten times.

"Fu Jing."

Hearing the sound, he raised his head in a daze, and without paying attention, he directly bumped into the back of the sound.

"Stay here with me."

He suspected that he had heard it wrong, and involuntarily took a step in the direction of the red figure.

"You don't want to go to college?"

"I'm out of school."

The author has something to say:

*OA: Abbreviation for Opening Act.As explained in the article, the opening band.

*Prosthetic eye necklace/ring, pattern is Eye of Horus.

Eye of Horus: The ancient Egyptians most commonly used as a talisman to ward off evil spirits.Represents distinguishing between good and evil, defending health and happiness. (From Baidu Encyclopedia)

*The girl in the auditorium is Miu Miao.

· Fu Jing has no love feelings for Xiao Ji, it is admiration + fledgling plot + slight PUA, wants to be like a big boss, wants to work with the big boss, but doesn't want to doi.

·About Xiao Ji's lip nails, if you are interested, you can search for pictures of DahliaPiercing or DahliaBites.

·Suddenly there are more than a dozen favorites today, I am flattered QAQ Thank you everyone! ! ! ! !