The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the dull night, the car stopped, and the thick boot sole protruded out of the door and landed on the smooth masonry floor. ??? August 1 Chinese ??? Web www? Www? ? 8? 1? Z? W ?. c? o? m?

This is not Patton. Patton ’s ground is only cement. Patton, which is only half a century old, has no such street. Here, it is probably the city farthest from Barton in the Federation.

When Barton's Grande encountered an angel visit before going to bed, it was also encountered here ... No, there was nothing to encounter, it was immersion, and I was immersed in the excitement. Just after the night of the son's concert, people's ears are still buzzing, their throats are still hoarse, and even their eyes are still trapped in the blurred red ...

The owner of the boots closed the door, leaned against the side of the car, and bent the corner of his mouth to wait for the vehicle behind. In the building in front of him, the party has already begun, and the owner of this party wants to see the ‘fresh’ guests enter.

The follow-up vehicle 6 continued to stop, and people with anticipation and excitement rushed out of the car, "Ele! I love you!"

"I love you too." Eli leaning on the side of the car opened his hands to the enthusiastic fans. "Welcome to my celebration party." He didn't want to waste time and pointed to the entrance of the party. "Here."

Under the neon-lit nightclub sign, two pale security guards opened the door. As if the noise mixed with all the sounds rushed into the street, join this exciting night.

"It's already started, go in." Eli encouraged the excited fans with his eyes. "Enjoy it, I promise, it will be unforgettable tonight."

Happy fans crowded into the narrow door, Eli's mouth was more and more curved, and his squinting eyes might be red pupils dyed with neon, and it seemed to flash the expectation tonight.

"Tuo, Mr. Torredo ..."

With a trembling voice interrupting Eli's expectation, he turned his head to look at the man who obviously walked to himself with excitement. A little familiar.

"Oh! Hug, sorry! You don't remember me, I am Arthur! I interviewed you. On my radio show!"

"Arthur." Eli looked at the guy and remembered, "Arthur's music box."

"Yes, it's me!" He almost danced.

but. Eli frowned, but the expression of the expression changed too quickly, and the other party could not show up. "So, is this an interview now? Ha ha." Eli agreed with the attitude of an idol when facing the media. . Just keep smiling, "I don't know if the radio show will be on location."

"No no no! Haha, my one, is no longer the host, uh ..." Arthur's face was instantly malicious, "I was dismissed." Immediately regained excitement, "I came purely as your fan ! Just heard your concert! It's perfect! I ... "

Eli raised her eyebrows, the reason for the frowning just now was eliminated.

"I heard about your celebration party, so I signed up." He started smirking. "I thought I wouldn't be chosen. Ha ha, after all, I'm a man. Ha ha, I'm a half of this circle , I know, this kind of band party probably wo n’t invite me like this, hehe, it should be those ... "Arthur glanced at the fans who were still crowded into the party door-girls, beautiful The majority of girls.

Eli gave a smile that was not offended.

Arthur continued, "But you are not the same as those of others! In the car that just arrived. I also know several male fans ..." Arthur's face suddenly stiffened, "That ..."

"You think too much." Eli dispelled this guy's peculiar worries. "You go in too."

Seen by the flashing red eyes, Arthur couldn't refuse. Joined the crowd.

The unfamiliar voice stopped Eli's subsequent steps. "Is self-discipline a joke for you." The man in the formal suit took off his gloves and fingered Eli's car, sliding across the front cover of the car Closer.

Eli looked at a scratch that stretched from the other's fingertips to the other's fingertips, and continued to stretch, the red eyes narrowed into a line. "Lesembra, are you going to send me a new car."

"Mayor." The other party's fingertips were buried under the front cover of the car. "Call me Mayor, citizen."

Eli curled her lips, "Mayor, can you take back your paw?"

"No." The other person smiled. "When dealing with guys like you, I must always be ready, isn't it." The mayor leaned on Eli, closing his eyes slightly, as if breathing, opening, Looking at Eli, "even if it is so close, I can't feel the blood flow at all." Then the tone became cold, "that is, I can't perceive when you will attack." Eventually it became people Cold, "Maybe you can let me taste your" taste ", let me take a look at the secrets in your blood, what kind of skills are you able to ... (I mentioned before, the magic feast Lesenbra is good at carrying , Interpreting the information in the blood) "

Eli stepped back, even though he felt sick, he still had to keep smiling, "What kind of joke is the mayor making, we have no secrets, and no skills. And why am I a citizen, attacking my beloved mayor?"

"No," sneered. "Do you have such a natural ability to block perception? Why would the selected thirteen clan not know that they have such a particularly talented brother. Ha ha, I will show up, no matter what you hide What. "Then returned to the cold," Will you not attack me, then don't hurt my precious citizens. "The mayor looked away and looked at the nightclub that was closed again.

"I do not know."

"Yes." The mayor's hand continued to make scratches on the car. "Do you know how much I allocated to repair the collapse caused by your last concert? You know, how much did I allocate to help those Is the family of fans who died in an accident? "The mayor looked back at Eli," My city, even if you grab a window, I will be the one who pays. "A brief pause," We (magic Banquet) gave you the name of "Magic Banquet Toledo", not for you to make the bill. Am I clear? "

"Very clear." Eli looked at the mayor in front of him.

"Very good." The hand withdrew and put on the gloves again. "The party is over. Continue your good performance at the concert and release those people. You have your food, don't steal from me, I will be angry. "

Eli continued to smile, "No, in fact, can I invite the mayor to join my party?"

The mayor's eyes began to appear red, perhaps neon.

"How about listening to me. It's not good if you are so anxious." Eli still took a few steps back again-in front of the mayor, the street and the land belonged to each other. "The person who just entered is not you. Citizens. "

The scarlet expansion paused, and the mayor seemed willing to listen to the explanation.

"They are fans who came after the cancellation of my concert in the middle." Eli's face was full of smiles. The corners of his eyes continued to bend. "It has nothing to do with our west, nor is it a public figure that will be noticed." This should be the reason why Arthur was slightly repelled when he first appeared. "There are also some Anan people." Finally, "Everyone who can participate in this party. It was carefully selected. The mayor will like it."

The mayor's eyebrows were raised, and the redness was gone under the eyelid that was pulled up.

"I ..." The mayor was thinking. It seemed to be a little bit embarrassing. The humans in the central part and the In'an people seemed to be a big temptation for this mayor. In the end, the mayor smiled, "I can only miss it, and I have another important meeting to attend." Turn around, "You can continue your party. Fun, you know there are not many opportunities like this, please, Rui, much. "

Eli watched the mayor disappear, and his eyes fell on the scratches on his car. The redness in the eyes of his gloomy face seemed to drip out.

The noise mixed with everything rushed up the street again, the two security guards opened the door again, and the protagonist should enter.

"Lost this car." Eli stepped into the nightclub and the door behind him instantly closed.

Real party. Start.

"Elie! Eli! Eli ..."

In the cheers, the protagonist spread his arms and someone was thrown into his arms. The protagonist shook his body under the hot drum. Someone jumped with the rhythm. Among the chaotic crowd, the protagonist raised his head, and something like a lit cigarette was delivered to his mouth, sucking deeply and spitting out, and laying a smoke ring under the ceiling where various colors of light passed ...

"I feel you guys!"

Probably no one knows what happened, and the heart of the party stood above the crowd. Thick leather boots stepped on crystal glass with psychedelic colors. In the closed space where the background music suddenly lost, all the hearing was stirred by the footsteps.

"I!!"

Eli pointed to everyone under him.

"Feeling you guys!"

Crimson eyes covered all the happy people.

"you guys."

No one knows how the microphone stand appeared in front of their idols. Naturally, no one knows how the chair, the guitar, the keyboard, the drum stand ...

Gentle, "Can you feel me."

"Driving on a dark road ..."

Cheers and screams can only be screamed at the first sentence of this opening. The next time, people, feel the people on the stage.

Let us feel.

‘A cool breeze blew through my head, a strong **** smell, scattered in the air ...’

There is no wind in the enclosed space, but the smell is pervasive. Resonance is intoxicating.

‘Looking up into the distance, I ’m shimmering. My body was getting heavier and my eyes blurred, and tonight, I had to stop. ’

No one follows, do n’t you know the lyrics? Don't know the melody? Is it a new song? The happiness of the fans came too suddenly.

‘She stood by the door with church bells, and I was thinking, heaven is **** ...’

In the simple and repeated measures, the melody has been adapted, and some people start to hum.

"She lit the candle and gestured again. Then I heard the voice as if to say—"

The prolonged beats felt that everyone on stage understood that the chorus came--

‘Welcome to the California Hotel, what a beautiful place, what a lovely face. ’

‘There are places in California hotels, you can go here whenever you want. ’

Inexplicable termination.

Eli ’s fingers pressed on the strings. "Did you feel it?"

In the crowd, the hand that had just been raised at the high-tide part was slowly lowered, looking at the people on the stage in confusion.

"I asked." Eli's lips rubbed the microphone. "Did you feel it?"

The nightclub lights that have lost any sound accompany them, following the trajectory set by the machine, running dullly, and tracing the faces looking up confusedly. Now, these psychedelic lights and colors can be displayed, really leaving no trace.

"Hey." Eli's fingers loosened the strings, moved up, and his eyes had left the disappointing faces of the audience, giving the band a continued look--

"I, I feel ..." Someone in the crowd raised their hands.

Eli looked at the place where the light was twisted. "You ... Arthur?"

"Yes!" The first word of excitement became tense when everyone around him looked at himself, "... Yes, it's me ..."

"What do you feel?" Eli held the string again and looked at the guy.

"Uh ... uh ..."

"Give him a microphone."

Without knowing where, a parabola bent the colorful light and hit Arthur.

Arthur held the microphone tremblingly. If he is used to using a microphone in front of people, he will not be a radio host.

"Uh ... that, I ..."

"What do you feel." Eli on the stage, striking the guitar with his fingers.

"This, uh, song, is saying, uh, are you yourself?" A very tentative sentence.

"Continue." Eli tilted his head.

I do n’t seem to be so nervous, "I, that, was n’t it the original host, Cai, before I interviewed you, I was a fan. Also, that, did some homework ..."

The eyes of the people around him began to become curious. Who would n’t want to know more about their idols?

"You, your band, uh, were signed in to the Federation ..." More and more smoothly, "It turns out that in the UK, it is not valued by the brokerage company, it is not scheduled, and it is not scheduled to perform. Become an underground independent band ... "

The eyes of the people around turned between Arthur and Eli on stage, confirming the authenticity. They laughed now.

"Well, probably, that ’s what the song says. You ’re tired and want to go to another place, but you ’re not sure if it ’s better or worse. It ’s just that someone from the federal side has picked you up, you come, and then the second The festival should be about the present ... "

"You come up." Eli held out his hand and waved at the crowd in front of him, "You make way."

"I……"

"Hurry up." Eli looked to the side of the band and seemed to be passing something. "I don't have much patience."

Arthur knew that he climbed onto the stage in the eyes of everyone's jealousy, but it didn't matter. At the most embarrassed time, Eli pulled him with one leg still hanging in the air.

"You're right." Eli's eyes signaled Arthur to stand next to him and readjusted the position of the microphone. "Your music host didn't do it in vain. It did in the second quarter." No singing, no band movement, There are luxury cars, suitors, people who claim to be friends, there are dancing, wine, carnival, and fragrant sweat. "

The people on the stage continued to stare confusedly, just saying, don't you sing?

"Let's skip this second quarter where the surprise is gone." The fingers on the strings are up and the members of the band have already turned the score. "Arthur." Eli turned his head and looked at He, "You are lucky, you feel it. Then, feel this--"

Everything became red, all sounds became screaming—

‘At their home court, they started a gluttonous feast. People, they picked up any sharp knives and could n’t kill their monsters ...’

At the end of a new song that no one is listening or hearing, "Do you feel it? Really feel it? Arthur."

(Besides the "Hotel California" scheduled by the FFF seat executive, the expression may be a bit mixed ...) (To be continued.)