walk with jimmy

The night before the Manchester show...

James and Lance finally did it, not a good time, but sometimes the pressure and depression can also promote the development of the relationship.

For this reason, James wrote in his diary: [Hey, what can I do?I am so poor.I don't even have a single piece of clean clothes to wear after my goddamn shower, and it's Davis' fault for leaving me naked like a caveman!When I was naked in the room, I was about to bend down and kneel out of boredom, and try to pose as a Rodin thinker, when Lance came to knock on the door, still carrying a "swish" weapon that could "swish" me from the primitive society. Bring back the panties and clothes of modern society in one go. ]

He later told Stewart about it while chatting with a cigarette between his lips.

At that time, the two lead singers with completely different personalities had become good friends (girlfriends) who talked about everything.

But Stuart was still extremely shocked, incomprehensible, and looked at him as if looking at a magical animal on another planet: "So, you slept with him when you weren't sure if he loved you?"

James originally wanted to explain something like 'we have a spiritual resonance and a tacit understanding with each other, which is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words'.

But when he saw Stewart's serious look, he couldn't help being wicked, and deliberately put on a foolish look to tease him: "Hey, that's what rock and roll is like, buddy! Don't you think this is very interesting? Go on a road A road full of unknowns, dangers and passions, life will never be the same.”

"No!" Stuart's expression was particularly playful.

The old-fashioned little fool shook his head like a rattle, insisting that it wasn't funny at all: "If you don't love each other, it's a wanton indulgence of desire, and it's not good behavior."

indulgent...

really bad?

James moved his fingers slowly, lightly stroking back and forth over the muscles of Lance's shoulders.

That is a real touch, completely different from the fluffy Peter Rabbit.

"Jimmy, do you know? Man is a kind of animal that likes to paint a prison." Lance finally got his wish.

His blue eyes shone brightly, and he chatted excitedly all night: "Regulations, laws, morals, class thinking, and all kinds of clauses do make a sophisticated, complete, safe, and efficient society. But When everyone is at ease, they will forget the passion in their bones. In the era of primitive society, people should be as unruly as lions and cheetahs. They run, hunt, and makelove; they gallop freely in the vast world; There is a life-and-death battle between conquering and being conquered every moment. If people forget these instinctive passions, then makelove is just a mechanical movement. Why do they insist on getting together with useless people? Be scientific Isn't it better to use a machine? So, passion is necessary..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know you are very passionate, and you have been galloping for a long time..."

James covered his ears and said, "Please, don't give me an illiterate philosophy class, let me sleep for a while, I'm very tired, and I want to get up early tomorrow to eat the buffet."

"...does this hotel's buffet taste good?"

"Bill said it was fine."

"Then you bring me one too, I want bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, tomato, baked beans..."

"Why the hell don't you go yourself!"

"You know, I never get out of bed in the morning."

"Fuck! Why don't you go to bed soon?!"

"But I can't sleep at night!"

"...Grass mud horse!"

The next day, his appetite allowed James to climb up successfully.

Lance really slept soundly, and his face, which usually looks a bit cold, only looked very amiable and cute at this time.

James thought for a while, and secretly kissed him on the lips before putting on his clothes lightly and going out.

Just when he went out, he found that he seemed to be wearing the wrong clothes. Lance's slim white shirt was dangling on him, wide and wide, and he looked shapeless, coupled with messy blond hair, and a tired face...

"It's a good thing I don't go out, I just have a meal."

thought James.

But the next moment, he was depressed.

A few fans who sneaked in from nowhere entangled him.

"Jimmy, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. But, please, I'd like to have an omelet."

"Jimmy, you are very, very handsome today."

"Really? Look carefully, I haven't washed my face yet."

"Jimmy, did you wear the shirt like that on purpose? What style is it, it looks so cool."

"...trash dump hobo style?"

"Jimmy, Jimmy, will you sing <The Witch> tonight?"

"Maybe."

"Jimmy, my God! Are you really Jimmy? It's like a dream."

"Believe in yourself, you're dreaming. And, I'm not Jimmy, I'm a 'starved to the chest to the back, get up early in the fucking morning, don't wash or wash, just to eat, and it turns out And you are surrounded by you like orangutans in a zoo, and you can’t even eat a super unlucky ghost. So, now, I don’t care whether you are fans or not, just yell to shut up, and then let you fuck-off?"

"You can't do that, Jimmy."

In the confused expressions of the girls, Davis descended from the sky with two security guards: "Girls, please make way, you can see this guy on the stage tonight. So, please give him some Let’s go to solve the riot’s belly in private time, please cooperate as much as possible. And you, Jimmy, what did you just say called P talk?”

Behind Davis, James reluctantly made a face at the frightened fans, opened his mouth and babbled a bunch of sweet words: "Don't be angry, I love you! You know, you are all tops I'm a beautiful girl, cute and airless, and have no other faults except that I almost like me as a bastard. Be good, good girl, go home and come back in the evening. When I'm full, I'll go You sing till you're all happy. Hey, you're gonna come and listen? No kidding, I'm pretty damn good at singing."

When he finished speaking, everyone really laughed again.

The girls all waved at him without any grudges, and left with the security guard reluctantly and happily all the way.

Davis looked around and didn't turn around until he was sure that there were no more fans who slipped through the net. Then he turned around and said, "You continue to eat. I'll check and see what's wrong before letting them slip in."

"Davis." James scratched his blond hair and stopped him: "Uh, my suitcase..."

"I haven't found it yet." Davis replied quickly: "But if there is any news, I will notify you as soon as possible."

"Okay." James responded without saying a word.

Davis looked at him patiently: "Is there anything else?"

"Yesterday..." James thought for a while, and handed him the cold fried egg: "Have you eaten? Do you want fried eggs?"

Davis pushed his glasses, rejecting this naive way of apologizing: "I've eaten earlier, if you're okay, I still have work."

James bit his fork and looked at him pitifully.

But Davis thought he couldn't get used to his temper, tried hard to hold back his laughter, and ignored him coldly.

But after Bill saw this scene, he ran to accuse Davis in private: "He is pleasing you, and what you should do is to accept it quickly."

Davis looked at the boss speechlessly: "It's none of your business?"

Bill showed a rare serious expression.

Then, he gave a ridiculous answer: "The purpose of the tour team is not to cause trouble, but to solve all troubles, so that every member of the band can stand happily on the stage, so, it is a bit professional Literacy, Davis."

"Professionalism, do you call this professionalism? Making them happy is considered professionalism? Even if they do something wrong?"

"That's right, as long as they can complete the show. They rob me to show off, they kill me and I pass the knife, they set fire to me, and they prostitute me to pay! In short, I will never allow it! Anyone! On my territory! Let My vocalist, my guitarist, my drummer and my bassist are not happy!"

"...Do you know what connivance and doting are?" Davis was shocked by these three views.

Bill glanced at him disdainfully: "Find his own political affairs in his position. Davis, have you forgotten who pays you?"

Davis watched almost dumbfounded as Bill left proudly with his head held high.

He suddenly discovered, is this tour manager scarier than some crazy fans?

Next, I don’t know if it’s just like what James said: "I really can’t get along with the broken city of Manchester. People from Liverpool shouldn’t come to damn Manchester!"

In short, on the afternoon of the performance, another extremely inexplicable thing happened.

A guy named Adams was suddenly sent over by Mixer Records.

He informed the Planetary Band sternly: "From now on, I will replace Abel's position and take over all the affairs of the Planetary Band."

"Where's Abel?" James asked.

"He resigned today," Adams replied.

"I'm fucking asking, what about others?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Then you can get out."

"..."

James turned his head and left without saying a word.

What the hell is this all day long?

Lance ran up from behind worriedly, grabbed his arm and asked, "Jimmy, Jimmy, are you okay?"

James tried his best to calm himself down: "It's good, brother! Don't worry, as long as no one comes to mess with me again, I can still smile at the audience all night."

Lance smiled reassuringly.

He took two paper cups that had just been filled with water from the staff next to him, and handed them a cup.

James looked at him, rushed over to give him a hug, and then reached out to take the paper cup. He didn't forget to complain: "Lance, I hate Manchester!"

This sentence has just been finished!

There was another yelling sound from the side.

"Damn half an hour! I told you! Told you! It's four hours! Four hours! You can't do anything in half an hour!"

"I'm sorry, but the band doesn't have enough time..."

"Shut up! I don't care if I have time, but you can't just give me half an hour!"

The photographer sent by "Crossroads" magazine yelled at Davis aggressively: "You stupid amateur who doesn't understand anything! Do you know what photography is? You think you can just take two pictures with a point-and-shoot camera. Is it just called photography? I don’t know how to use that kind of lifeless thing! Have you communicated for me? If you don’t have the ability, don’t do this job.

"Sorry, but the main job of the band is to perform, they..." Davis stopped suddenly, looking at the photographer with a sudden change in his eyes.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

When the photographer was puzzled, he only heard Davis anxiously stop: "Jimmy, don't!"

A glass of water suddenly poured down from above, pouring water all over the photographer's head and face.

He turned around slowly in astonishment, only to find that the blond lead singer of the Planetary Band slowly withdrew his arm without dodging or evading, and generously threw the paper cup filled with water behind him.

"No one can scold people in my band, except me."

This well-known Liverpool gangster wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes carelessly, and said casually: "If you let me hear a curse word again, I won't have to shoot it for half an hour, just get out!"