flstandardbreds Chapter 251 Ave Mujica's guitarist is always...
Chapter 251 Ave Mujica's guitarist is always...
In fact, Chuhua considered many guitarists, more candidates than Xiaomu thought - those who were far away, such as senior Toyama Kasumi from the same school, who was not very familiar with him but was surprisingly easy to talk to, and those who were close, such as Taoxiang who lived on the floor above him.
But considering that these people either have their own teams and it is inconvenient to provide long-term support, it will take some time for Xiao Mu's hand to heal.
Or there are those weird requests, like Taoxiang's request is actually...
"If I help, Jinna has to help too. I might not be able to remember my lines, and I can't guarantee that I can control myself from stepping on the speakers and swaying and sticking my pinky finger everywhere when I play guitar."
These were the exact words Chuhua said when she was talking to Momoka, who was happily drunk and had the aroma of alcohol on her mouth. So after thinking about it, it turned out that only Ichiri and Aine from the doctor's side could be considered.
In fact, both of these candidates are debatable. After all, although Ichiri plays the guitar well, she becomes a quail when she is asked to perform the stage play part. She can only stand there stupidly and can't say a word.
"Master Chuhua..." Ichiri struggled to maintain his human form, his amorphous body only a hair's breadth from melting. "Can I just play the guitar... There are so many people here, it's scary!"
This was also a headache for Chuhua and Mana - the agent agreed, and the matching backup script had already been written. Although Xiaomu had a very bad face, he didn't say anything. Only Yili himself couldn't stand up.
"Thank you for your hard work..."
"Doctor—"
The moment Yili saw Kashiwa Sanhui pushing the door and entering the rehearsal room with a latte, Yili took off and jumped directly into Kashiwa Sanhui's arms and turned into a facehugger. He wiped the tears and snot from the collar of Kashiwa Sanhui's clothes, and muttered meaninglessly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I really can't perform in front of so many people. In fact, last time in Kawasaki, there were only 700 or 800 people in the audience, and I couldn't handle it. Now there are a full 10,000 people. You might as well kill me..."
Yes, kids, the agency went all in. Seeing that the performance yesterday was barely acceptable, they urgently printed 3,000 more tickets. They also colluded with scalpers and officials to temporarily raise prices and make a lot of money. They are totally trying to make a quick buck.
Maybe even the agency felt that this band wouldn't last long, and the boss thought that since they had already made back their investment, they might as well make a quick buck and run. No wonder it was just a low-level agency before Chuhua came to them, without any long-term plans.
Only Chu Hua, the band leader, knew about this. Furthermore, as an artist of the older generation, Chu Hua understood that this kind of collusion between officials and businessmen could not be concealed from the public. Within a week at most, the agency would be under fire, and even though everyone in the band had done nothing wrong, they would definitely be implicated...
In short, if nothing unexpected happens and no firm is willing to take over, this will be Ave Mujica's last dance.
Retracting his thoughts, Chuhua took the initiative to step forward and helped Ichiri down, who was a little unsteady under the weight of his upper body. He took the coffee drink from Ichiri and Liang and bowed gently and politely: "Thank you for your kindness, but I would like to ask you to persuade Ichiri to try harder no matter what."
Even if it's the last dance, we have to satisfy the expectations of the audience. After tonight, we'll be busy performing on the show while looking for the next home. We don't know when the next performance will be...
Ave Mujica will not disband until the bet with Xiangzi is fulfilled.
"Did you hear that, Ichiri?" Kashiwa Sanhui said, somewhat comforting Ichiri, who was looking up at him with a pouty face, shaking her head wildly, her bangs flying. "Everyone is really looking forward to your performance. If you do well, everyone at Endless crychic will be very proud."
"That's right, I've placed a big bet on Xiao Bochi." Liang opened the online gambling website expressionlessly. There were all kinds of strange bets in it, even the true identities of the members of Ave Mujica were there, and there were even quite a lot of people participating.
In fact, it is just the self-entertainment of the old guys in the Japanese forum. There are hundreds of people participating in the whole game, and the scale of the game is less than 500,000 yen. They work hard for half a day to earn enough money for the tram. It's really a hassle.
"When the time comes, you'll wear Mu-san's mask. I'll make a killing when you reveal your true identity. I'll treat everyone to tamagoyaki, and I'll use the remaining money to buy a new bass."
"Aren't you using it to honor me?" Minors are not allowed to gamble, so Baihe Sanhui is now thinking of teaching Liang a lesson and confiscating the gambling money.
"Of course it's out of respect for the master. I'll just eat the leftovers you leave behind."
How can I eat with thousands of yen? The remaining money is only enough for you to buy some snacks at Tangjie Kede, right?
What a great cold noodle pie.
"Wait a minute, is that lovely Aine-san here? I have an idea."
Mana had finished putting on makeup and was about to go through the stage process to get a feel for it, but when she passed by, she couldn't help but eavesdrop for a while. Adhering to her original intention of helping Chuhua solve his problems, Mana put forward her own suggestion.
"Aine-san and Ichiri-san both have pink hair, right? If they wear the same costumes in different sizes, could Aine-san perform and Ichiri-san play the piano?"
Chuhua's eyes lit up - what a good idea, Mana!
In this way, there is no need to worry about Xiao Mu's hand injury and poor guitar playing, which will be disliked by the audience. If the backup script is used, there is no need to worry about Xiao Mu not being able to appear in the future, and the plot can be rounded up.
"Then I'll contact Aine-san now?" Kashiwa Sanhui took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call. Chuhua and Mana looked at each other and nodded.
"Excuse me, please have Aiyin go directly to the back door, employee passage number two. I'll ask Hailing to go..."
"No."
A voice that seemed out of place with the joyful atmosphere of finding a solution to the problem rang out. The central air conditioning in the backstage of the martial arts hall seemed to be broken, but it clearly displayed a mild temperature of 25 degrees Celsius. Everyone shivered involuntarily.
Everyone was smiling, including Xiaomu, who was smiling brightly and playfully, but looking at her beautiful, crystal-clear and shining pupils, Baihe Sanhui felt a little chilly.
"Didn't Xiao Mu explain it clearly enough?"
Seeing that everyone looked dumbfounded... or didn't take Mu's words seriously at all, with puzzled expressions on their faces as if to say "Is this guy talking to himself?", little Mu repeated it again seriously.
"Well, everyone really doesn't take Xiao Mu seriously. I really can't do anything about it. Xiao Mu, let me say it again... I won't let anyone take my place."
"The guitarist of Ave Mujica can only ever be Wakaba Mutsu."