Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 52.9. The First Album of the Teens in Times (TNT)

—Narcissus Street. Big Bird Spinning Bar—

A gentle evening breeze blew, and the orange streetlights shone brightly.

At 7:25 p.m., a black cat darted lightly along the street. He Ye had already showered and changed into casual clothes at home, eating bread as she walked, until she arrived at her familiar bar.

When she got home, Nicole was no longer there. But now, seeing the sign that read "Open for Business," He Ye's last worry dissipated.

It's good news that the bar wasn't shut down.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, there were far fewer customers than usual, and even the stage was deserted with no one performing; the dark area was completely dark.

The aroma of wine filled the air, accompanied by the sounds of casual conversation.

The foot traffic has roughly returned to previous levels – the same level as when He Ye came here two or three months ago to get drunk. There aren't many customers, but there's always some noise.

As He Ye pushed open the door and walked in, the bartender who was nearby immediately brightened up and exclaimed with delight:
"Hey, isn't this Leon? Off work already?"

He Ye greeted them as he entered, saying that he was off work and that working at the police station was too much of a hassle. He had come here to see Brant and the others about something.

Of course, after this message was conveyed, the first people to see him were not the band members.

"gentlemen!"

Nicole, like a Labrador Retriever that came running at the first scent, bounced around with her shoulder-length hair and her eyes shining.
"You've come to see me!"

He Ye thought about it and realized that he could say that. After all, he had come back to see everyone. He hadn't even been able to say goodbye properly for the past two days because he was busy with various things, and he felt really ashamed.

"You could say that," He Ye smiled and patted her.

"Haha~"

Nicole was quickly made happy and laughed heartily.

Just then, the middle-aged supervisor walked past the two with a cold face. One glance from him made Nicole's expression freeze. The girl waved goodbye guiltily, lowered her head, and quickly slipped away with the tray in her hand.

After greeting some people, He Ye finally sat down at Brooke's bar.

"Hey, isn't this our Chief Constable Leon?"

Brooke came up to him, flattering him and winking.

He Ye looked at him speechlessly, thinking that he could remain silent if he didn't know how to flatter. He had already forgiven him, but he still brought up the word "police officer" - if it weren't for his "Friendship Shattering Palm", would He Ye be here now?

Oh my god, this guy is really damn bad...

However, the words turned into a sigh, and He Ye still got straight to the point: "Aren't Brant and the others at the bar tonight?"

"That dreadlocked drummer?"

After a moment of recollection, Brooke tapped his fingers on the bar counter and said:

"Not only is he not here, but the two bassists and the piano teacher are also not here. Tonight is the first night the bar reopens, but a lot of the music equipment is broken and needs to be replaced."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Ye remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.

Two days ago, during a real-life Kombat match, Brant and George, who were facing off against the police officers, were both carrying musical instruments, while Professor Zaran came empty-handed, yet he defeated his opponents decisively, with drumsticks flying and strings breaking.

"Okay, I understand." He Ye covered his face, unable to contain himself.

"The casino on the second floor of the bar was also shut down. We all thought the bar was going to go out of business, but Perkins managed to get away with it all. He must be really rich."

Brooke continued talking, boasting and telling He Ye what he knew, since the few customers around the bar who were drinking didn't need him to talk to them anyway.

"That's considered lucky," He Ye remarked.

“Yes, would you like something to drink?” Brooke asked.

"Is it free?"

"Why are you being so stingy on Bro's first day of reopening?"

Alright alright.

After a few more meaningless words, He Ye handed over a ten-yuan green bill, and Brooke in front of him went from idly chatting to chatting while shaking a wine flask... Why does it feel like I'm being pressured to perform?
Take a look at Miss Bena, who seems unassuming and unassuming.

Well, she definitely has more customers in front of her than on this side.

"By the way, is it possible to contact Brandt and the others?"

After chatting for a while, He Ye brought the topic back to the main point. After all, he rarely had time in the evening, and he wanted to make money by recording an official album in one go.

Brooke thought for a moment and offered some advice:
"You can ask Mr. Perkins, he's on the second floor, he should have those people's contact information."

After thinking it over, He Ye decided to do as instructed and go upstairs to find the bar owner, as this was the quickest way.

……

Two minutes later.

He Ye strolled leisurely down the stairs.

He had already contacted the three band members, and they all said they would come to the bar as soon as possible, their excitement evident on the phone.

While they were negotiating upstairs, Mr. Perkins didn't make things difficult for He Ye. He touched his agate ring and kindly told He Ye to contact those people through his landline.

Although they only managed to contact Professor Zaran and Brandt, fortunately, Brandt and George were on good terms, and he knew where George lived—the dreadlocked drummer guy said he would definitely bring his bassist along.

So He Ye sat at the bar and finished his drinks to kill time.

Then the three of them arrived around the same time.

"Oh, Leon! I knew you'd come back!"

The bar door opened, and drummer Brandt, overjoyed, rushed over and hugged He Ye tightly.

"My bass is itching to go!" Bassist George tossed his wavy blond hair, his bold and unrestrained expression following closely behind.

"Welcome back."

Professor Zhalan, always eloquent, strolled along leisurely.

The customers around them cast many glances and whispered among themselves, but did nothing further. After all, compared to that legendary band, this was more like a scene of homeless people gathering in a bar—it seems that artists have a pursuit of appearance that others cannot understand.

After thanking them for their kindness, He Ye explained her purpose for coming.

"Uh, do you know anything about the record?"

After spending a few minutes explaining the background and their purpose, the three band members were a little disappointed, but still acceptable, since it was another opportunity to perform together.

"I know a good place for recording albums. Several bands have recorded their albums there, and the quality is very good. Let's go there tonight."

George crossed his arms, a gesture that seemed both resigned and reluctant. Despite only having one chance to perform, he would cherish this bassist of the year from St. Thomson.

And without a doubt, it was a proposal that hit the bullseye.

So He Ye dusted himself off and immediately left the bar with the three band members, their arms around each other's shoulders like drunken office workers returning home after a good time. At that moment, there were no worries, only singing!

Behind their backs, Brooke bids a reluctant farewell, and Nicole says goodbye with equal reluctance.

The evening breeze was gentle on the street.

The official record recording studio was on Narcissus Street, and as George said, he was an old acquaintance there—EMI Records. The man at the front desk was also dressed in a rock-and-roll style.

After paying, the four of them went to a professional recording room.

The heavy oak doors shut out the noise from the outside world. The recording studio was filled with excitement and nostalgia. This was the second time that the TNT (Teens in Times) had reunited after only two days. Although it hadn't been long, Brant and the others had a feeling that this was a rare opportunity to spend time with Leon in the future.

It's worth noting that this legendary band has never released their own official album, so this can be seen as making up for that regret.

Four musicians sat around a huge brass horn, chatting amongst themselves until all the pre-recording preparations were completed.

"Ready?" The recording engineer poked his head out from the control room and tapped his watch. "The disc only has three minutes of recording capacity. There will be two tracks, front and back. Everyone try to do it in one take... Bassist, move half an inch closer to the speaker."

As soon as the words were spoken, bassist George calmly did as he was told, drummer Bran was unhurried while picking up his drumsticks, and keyboardist Zalan also smiled.

He Ye didn't expect this band to still be so sentimental. It seems that bands, no matter the era, should definitely be played less often—otherwise, one will fall into a gravity field.

"One, two, three!"

As He Ye earnestly plucked the strings to announce the start, the sound of his guitar chords was the first to hit the speaker, causing the engraving needle to start jumping on the rotating wax disc.

Bassist George played with his body turned to the side to ensure that his string notes did not overpower the bass;
Zhalan's soundboard was specially disassembled, and the notes that floated from the vibration of the strings were sent without any omission to the metal horn that recorded the singing.

Drummer Brandt was the most composed, his drumming steady yet passionate and generous. Having previously played in the band "hope", he had already recorded several albums.

All the musicians are in top form.

The atmosphere reached its climax when the lead singer started singing!
Ohhhhhhh!

plucked!

Bm→ A7→ Dmaj7→ Gm7→ C7! !
"A clock that shows scenes of time travel!~"

Time passed in the song, still the same debut song, until the clock hand hissed and reached the end of the candlestick. As the recording ended, all the instruments and vocals stopped. Their serious performance made their faces flushed.

Then wait for the results.

In the quiet recording studio, several people watched as the sound engineer examined the grooves with a magnifying glass, finally announcing with admiration:
"I have never seen such a perfect recording session."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone turned around, gave him a high-five and a hug, and joked that this record would surely sell for five or six hundred dollars.

After a short break, the guitar strings started playing again.

The gentle melody lingered in my ears, and the spiral on the candlestick will forever preserve the breath and song of this night, until it becomes a corner of my memory.

……

"Oh my god, my voice is strained in the morning and it's strained at night too..."

—EMI Records. Outside—

The recording has ended, taking a total of one hour.

He Ye sang ten songs inside, which is equivalent to the capacity of five CDs. He walked by the roadside and rubbed his throat.

Regarding the record sales, He Ye entrusted the specifics to Brandt and his team, only requiring him to receive a share of the profits, at a rate of 25%.

However, the three righteously refuted this suggestion, saying that Leon was responsible for the arrangement and singing of the song. After discussing it for a while, He Ye realized that he could not win the argument, so he had no choice but to reluctantly take 50% of the profits.

In short, the happy times are over.

The four of them patted their butts in front of the record company and went home to their respective mothers.

With her hands in her pockets, He Ye walked lightly down Narcissus Street. Remembering that Mark had moved here, she decided to go see him since she was already there, and maybe browse for some sexy magazines.

I'm living alone at home, and only little Nicole might come to visit, so it's the perfect time to be single.

I arrived at the Seagull Bookstore at just over 8:30.

The lights were on inside, and a few people were reading there.

He Ye went for a stroll but didn't see Mark. Just as he was about to leave empty-handed, he discovered that there was a secret code left in the bookstore.

He Ye's expression immediately hardened.

Because such a code means...something has happened to someone.

(End of this chapter)