Chapter 286
The door opened.
da da da ..... Accompanied by the crisp and steady sound of high heels stomping on the ground, a blonde woman slowly walked out of the darkness.
When she came out from behind the little maid, the people in the dressing room were quiet. The men and women turned their heads away, but their eyes were firmly attracted to the woman, like a magnet. paper clip.
The bunny girl in charge of serving Coke suddenly softened her legs without warning and collapsed on the sofa. The glassware gu lu lu for coke was rolled on Hoffa’s legs, and ice was spilled. Fortunately, there is not much Coke in it.
If it were normal, if something like this happened, the bunny girl would have to jump up and apologize quickly. But this time, she collapsed softly on the sofa, her eyes half closed and half open, as if she was about to fall asleep.
Hoffa did not care about the lost self-control under his hands. After seeing the person who came in, he was taken aback for a while, pulled down his red glasses and took a closer look, feeling a peculiar sense of familiarity. This sense of familiarity has nothing to do with appearance.
But he was very sure that he had never seen the strange woman in front of him before. If he had seen her, with her looks and figure, then he would have left an impression.
"Who are you?"
He frowned and asked, his body tensed. Put away the scornful posture.
After experiencing the Silby incident, he has great hostility towards the kind of women who take the initiative to come to him.
The blonde woman didn't answer. She walked into the room with her bag and looked around. Several men had to hold on to the furniture around them to make themselves firm.
"Can you buy me a drink?"
Hoffa said with a smile, the woman's self-familiar: "I have been looking for you for a long time, and I am a little thirsty when I walk."
Hoffa's gaze swept across the room, and a casual smile appeared on his face: "Then you are really looking for the right person."
Speaking, he shook his shoulders. With the exaggerated black feathers, I stood up, came to the wine cabinet in the dressing room, and pulled out a few crystal clear and near-transparent goblets from it: "I happened to turn this theater into a ballroom in the past few days. It’s free, since you’re the first customer to visit today..."
As he said, he laughed and opened it marked 96% Polish rectified vodka. Pour into the cup, then hand the cup to the blonde woman.
"Drink whatever you want."
"Thank you."
The woman took the goblet, did not drink, just carried it.
Hoffa stood in front of the blonde woman and looked at her pale green eyes. Although the muscles on her face remained smiling, the eyes were hollow and indifferent, without any emotion.
Familiarity rises in the mind again.
"Can we speak alone?" the woman asked with goblet.
"Huh!?" Hoffa pointed to her ear, pretending not to hear.
"I said, can you have a drink with me alone?"
"hmph..." Hoffa turned around and leaned back on the sofa. Put her legs on the coffee table again: "Isn't there a lot of people? There are so many people together, why do you have to talk alone." Seeing that the blonde woman persuaded Hoffa to stay still, she began to ask the others in the house kindly. Person: "Excuse me, can you tell me a few words with your boss?"
The men and women whom she sees are like puppets, staggering towards the door.
"Stop."
Hoffa said slowly.
His spirit strength field covered the entire dressing room like a thunder, and the maids and secretaries who were shaking and planning to leave were shivered one after another and woke up.
Including the bunny girl who fell on the sofa, she found out that the glass container she was holding rolled down on the leg of the young man.
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
She hurriedly started to go to the Pack container, but unexpectedly Hoffa could not help but pour the two tea for herself 'S maid pressed on the sofa, holding one in one hand, forcing them to stay by their side and not move.
I saw him unscrupulously tilted his head and looked at the woman who came in: "Where did you come out, are these people you invited, and you just leave?"
"No." The woman shook her head calmly.
"Then report your name, and if you have something to say, just say it here." He sat on the sofa with his legs upright, and embraced the two blushing maids: "I'll give you 3 In minutes, it depends on how serious you dress up."
"That's not necessary, you will come to me one day."
The woman said with a smile, walked out without nostalgia.
Hoffa was taken aback and guessed something: "Wait a minute."
The blonde woman stood still, hearing this.
"Did I allow you to go?" He squinted and asked with a smile: "Are you treating this as a public toilet?"
The blonde woman looked back at him with a helpless expression , But the expression in her eyes remained unchanged. In fact, since she entered the door to now, there has never been a ripple in her eyes.
"No." She shook her head.
"Drink the wine." Hoffa tone said with a command that cannot be denied.
The blonde woman was nodded. Under the gaze of more than a dozen people, she raised her head and drank the 96-degree ultra-high-concentration wine without blinking her brows, as if she was an unsentimental person. robot.
"Okay...Okay."
Seeing her drinking, Hoffa immediately pushed away the two maids, clapped their hands, stood up, stretched out. , With his hands in his pockets, swaying and swaying to the blonde woman, circling her in a swift circle, teasing: "What kind of talent do you have?"
"What about me?" It will." The blonde woman stood there and said calmly: "You can do anything you want me to do."
"Really?" The black flamingo squinted his eyes, and the golden eyes behind the red sunglasses The rays of light flashed unpredictably.
The blonde woman is serious and nodded.
"Do you know how to play bass?" Hoffa asked.
"I will."
The blonde woman said.
"Oh, Interesting." He looked at his precious watch: "It's almost time for performances, you accompany me out to perform, and then... we will consider being alone, hehe haha..."
When he asked the question, the male secretary in the dressing room was lowered and the corners of his mouth twitched. It was time for Boss to get nervous every night. The maids who served him also turned their heads in embarrassment, covering their faces with their hands. The tone and actions of this young upstart Boss really made them a little bit unbearable to look directly at them.
Unexpectedly, the strange blonde woman looked at him with a smile, nodded, without any sense of anger.
"very good, very good."
black flamingo patted hand: "I hope you don't let me down."
tone barely fell, Lou The gate of the lower theater opened. The doorman unlocked the door.
Countless men and women poured into the theater from the street. They cheered and rushed like a zombie group smelling blood, and the curtains around the dressing room were suddenly pulled open.
Concrete steps go down layer by layer, forming a stage in the center of the theater, above the stage is a circle of close and numerous projection equipment. Countless spotlights shine and change on the ceiling, and colorful spotlights shine in from the high ceiling. The smoke of roller skating rises from the upper layers of the steps, floating in the air, enveloping the faces of those frenzied people, like a dream.
Hoffa took a big step out of the dressing room and came to the balcony of the third-floor box. He spread his arms and black feathers on his shoulders.
He laughed heartily, a microphone flew into his hand from unknown place, he held the microphone: "Today all food and drinks are free. Let’s have fun!!!"
Along with his voice, countless small metal trumpets stick out from all directions of the theater, and bills with the Queen's portrait are sprayed out of the trumpets, which are pound sterlings.
Money rained from the sky.
"Ah!!!"
"Father!"
"Good people!"
"Deity!"
p>"Jesus is born again!"
"Praise the Queen!"
"Praise Spiritual God!!"
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Countless homeless people and men and women cheered wildly, and their voices went hoarse with excitement. They raised their hands high and jumped and stretched out the money floating in the sky.
The frenetic scene made Hoffa laughed heartily, he jumped directly from the third floor on the newly erected stage. Under the dance floor, there are countless men and women leaping over with their hands. They are holding coins and looking eagerly at the grandiose black flamingo in the center of the stage.
"Come out, babies!!"
The flamingo held the microphone laughed heartily.
Five or six rock musicians in exaggerated costumes walked out of all directions from the stage. They had Mohican hairstyles, their upper bodies, and various tattoos. Some are carrying drums, some are carrying guitars, and some are carrying electronic organs.
Hoffa not recognizing one's family walked to the bald bass player and whispered in his ear: "I don't like your bald head, you are fired."
He took his bass and threw it on the third floor.
Beth whirled and flew over, in a posture of smashing people's heads.
But the blonde woman on the third floor still maintains a smile that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. She took the high-speed flying bass with one hand, and then slowly walked down the stairs, passing through the flow of people gracefully. , In the process, no one can touch her unexpectedly. Wherever she walked, the enthusiastic crowd detoured.
The bassist who had worked together several times was stunned, and the others in the band were also stunned. But when the blonde woman walked onto the stage, they looked like they had taken psychedelic drugs, and their eyes became trance.
"Prove yourself." Hoffa said with the microphone.
"Okay." The blonde woman was nodded.
On the stage, I saw the blonde woman who was dressed completely inconsistent with the atmosphere, holding down the strings quite calmly, shaking her head a little.
Next second.
Finger slightly moved, she unexpectedly popped out a smooth solo.
At first, the people who snatch money off the stage don't care about shit music, they just snatch money frantically. But as the solo gradually deepened, they were attracted by the bass solo music, looked up at the woman, and suddenly forgot to grab the money.
Hoffa's eyes widened, he just wanted to vent, didn't expect this guy to have the level of a world-class bass player.
I saw the slender fingers flying up and down, and the beating notes flowed out like flowing water. Like a breeze, like a drizzle, it brought everyone to the psychedelic rock world.
The eyes of the crowd can no longer move. They raised their arms and began to sway along with the music.
At the end of 1 point Zhong solo, the band singers behind her moved like puppets. The drummer beats, the electronic piano flows, and there is a soft but powerful ensemble.
Music came to his ears, Hoffa covered his head, his spirit was like being hit by a sledge hammer, the crowd waving his arms in front of him became blurred, and the pound sterling in the air turned into a bloody red dot.
The atmosphere was extremely psychedelic for a time. He turned his head abruptly and looked at the blonde woman. The guy was looking at him with a smile. His eyes were as deep and ruthless as vortex.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Hoffa's mental shell was peeled off layer by layer, shattered, and reached the bottom of consciousness. He instinctively held the microphone to his mouth and hummed:
"We are separated, we are back together."
"We reached the top, we fell into the abyss."
"We are so young, we are so old. "
"You know my burning heart is so cold!"
"We don't need persuasion, we don't need help."
"We don't need Money and alcohol are not needed."
"We don’t need a doctor, nor a woman. We just need a bottle of nitroglycerin. Use gunpowder to ignite and ignite the body."
He shook his head and shook his head. , Sing in a low voice.
"Ignite..."
"Ignite..."
"Ignite..."
As soon as the blonde woman stops her fingers, the rhythm stops suddenly.
After one second, the rhythm speeds up.
Hoffa squeezed the microphone, bent down, and sang with exhaustion.
"The Burning Heart, so cold!"
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything from me!!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!!"
He straightened up, pinched the microphone, and looked at the sky. The singing from the soul caused youngsters from all the streets of Soho in London to gather here one after another. The people who had already gathered in the theater raised their arms in shock. The sudden burst of emotion made them tremble, waving their arms, and screaming. It was music they had never heard before.
......
"The Burning Heart, so cold!"
"Kill me!!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything from me!!"
" Burn my body to ashes!!!"
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The spotlight hit the black flamingo, and his expression became more and more ferocious, like The cry of the ancient wizard after the hunt. The blond woman in the distance was expressionless, but her fingers almost broke the strings quickly, as if she was not playing the strings, but the steel bars. Swift Wind Rainstorm is pouring out like a torrent of music, and the irritable almost want to space tearing.
Countless people gathered together and shook their heads, squeezing the theater of thousands of square meters, like a large-scale cult site.
......
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
" Eat my heart!!!"
"Take everything from me!!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!!"
" Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything from me !!!"
"Burn my corpse to ashes!!!"
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything from me!!!"
"Burn my corpse to ashes!!!"
"Ah!!!"
With a long roar, Hoffa threw away the microphone and walked straight to the drummer, holding his back collar. Throwing him out, then, he sat in front of the drum set and beat it recklessly.
In the mountain cry out and sea howl, his arms are as fast as phantoms, his feet are on the beat, those rough, simple techniques are like self-taught, and they are violent in the bass hand. With the help of playing, he shook his head, like a madman.
I don’t know how long it lasted, until the tiger’s mouth was bleeding, until the scene was absolute silence, until the whole body was sweating profusely, the gray hair combed back was wet with sweat, the red sunglasses shattered on the drum surface, and Patek Philippe broke into pieces. , Black feathers fell all over the ground.
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The one-hour performance ends.
Everyone on the scene was in a daze. They rolled their eyelids, grew their mouths, and lost their souls. After the music stopped, they still shook their arms in the air, like seaweed dancing in the sea.
Except for him and the blonde woman, all the other musicians in the makeshift band fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
Hoffa lowered his head, arms drooping, like a depilated rooster sitting in front of a nearly smashed drum, dripping sweat from his chin and nose to the ground, and the sound was audible.
The restless soul gradually cooled down.
The quiet stage made him unbearable. It was the loneliness among thousands of people, the loneliness of knowing what to do, as if he could see the empty house as long as he closed his eyes, and he fell down after the dinning table. Man, that splattered blood-he was so awake at night.
"What do you want to...
"Why ask if you know." The blonde woman holding the bass said with a smile.
"You don't have to say anything that made me go back." Hoffa lowered her head and muttered: "I am very happy now, I will not go back fifty years ago."
"You have not slept for a month, and you have never even left the crowd. If you are enjoying your life now, what are you afraid of?"
Hoffa lowered her head and said nothing. Voice.
The blond woman put the bass on the ground, picked up her bag, took out a box of barbiturates from the bag, crash-bang poured the white solid in the box into her hand, and then put her palm Pass it to Hoffa: "If reality is a nightmare for you, then you should take a good rest."
"Is it a nightmare reality...?"
Hoffa slowly lifts the head, looking at the glamorous woman's face in front of him, looking at all around the unconscious revelers, and fully understand its true identity.
He took the pill and swallowed it with his head up.
Soon, thanks to medicine efficacy, his eyes became dizzy.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep."
The woman stood behind him, pressing his temples, rubbing calmly and coldly: "Go to sleep, go to sleep."