In the dark night, the car stopped, and the thick soles of the boots poked out of the car door and landed on the smooth masonry ground.
This is not Barton. The ground in Barton is only cement. Barton, which is only half a century old, has no streets like this. This is probably the farthest city from Barton in the Federation.
When Patton's Grande encounters a visit from an angel before bed, here too she encounters... no, there is nothing to encounter, but immersion, and still immersion in the excitement of the carnival. The concert of Children of the Night has just ended, and people’s ears are still ringing, their throats are still hoarse, and even their eyes are still stuck in the blurred red...
The owner of the boots closed the car door and leaned against the car, curling his lips as he waited for the car behind him. In the building in front of him, a party had already begun, and the host of this party wanted to watch the 'fresh' guests enter with his own eyes.
The following vehicles stopped one after another, and people rushed out of the car with expectant and excited faces, "Eli! I love you!"
"I love you too." Eli, who was leaning against the car, opened his hands to the enthusiastic fans, "Welcome to my celebration party." Not wanting to waste any time, he pointed to the entrance of the party, "Here."
Under the neon-lit nightclub sign, two pale-skinned security guards opened the door. It was as if the noise mixed with all the sounds rushed into the street and joined this exciting night.
"It's already started, go in." Eli encouraged the excited fans with his eyes, "Enjoy it, I promise, tonight will be unforgettable."
The happy fans crowded into the narrow door, and the corners of Eli's mouth became more and more curved. In his squinted eyes, which may have been dyed red by neon, the anticipation for tonight seemed to flash.
"Mr. Toledo..."
Eli's expectation was interrupted with a trembling voice. He turned his head and looked at the man who was obviously excited as he walked towards him. It looks familiar.
"Oh! Hug, sorry! You don't remember me, I'm Arthur! I interviewed you, on my radio show!"
"Arthur." Eli looked at this guy and remembered. "Arthur's Music Box."
"Yes, it's me!" He almost danced.
However, Eli frowned. It's just that the change of expression was too rapid, and it was impossible for the other party to notice, "So, is this an interview now? Haha." Eli was very consistent with the attitude of an idol when facing media people. Just keep smiling. “I didn’t know radio shows were still on location.”
"No, no, no! Haha, I am no longer the host, uh..." Arthur's face turned malicious for a moment, "I was fired." He immediately returned to excitement, "I am here purely as your fan! Just finished listening to your concert! It was perfect! I... "
Eli raised his eyebrows slightly, because the reason for his frown had been eliminated.
"I heard about your celebration party, so I signed up." He started to giggle. "I thought I wouldn't be chosen, haha. After all, I'm a man. Haha, I'm half of this circle. You know, this kind of band's party probably wouldn't invite me. Haha, They should all be those..." Arthur glanced at the fans who were still crowded towards the party door - girls, the majority of them were beautiful girls.
Eli gave an unoffended smile.
Arthur continued, "But you are really not like those other people! I also met several male fans in the car when we first arrived..." Arthur's face suddenly stiffened, "That..."
"You're overthinking." Eli dismissed this guy's strange concerns, "You can go in too."
Looking at the flashing red eyes, Arthur could not refuse and joined the crowded crowd.
The unfamiliar voice stopped Eli from following, "Is self-restraint a joke to you?" The man in the formal suit took off his gloves, pointed at Eli's car, and slid it across the front cover of the car. Getting closer.
Eli watched as a scratch went from scratch to non-existent under the other person's fingertips, and was still extending. The redness in his eyes narrowed into a thin line, "Lesenbra, are you going to give me a new car?"
"Mayor." The other party's fingertips were buried under the hood of the car. "Call me mayor, citizen."
Eli curled his lips and said, "Mayor, can you take back your claws?"
"No." The other party smiled, "When dealing with guys like you, I have to be ready at all times, right?" The mayor leaned towards Eli, closed his eyes slightly, as if breathing, opened them, Looking at Eli, "Even if you are so close, I can't feel the blood flow at all." Then his tone became cold, "That is to say, I can't sense when you will launch an attack at all." Finally, it became annoying Aversion to Cold, "Perhaps you can let me taste your 'taste' and let me see the secrets in your blood. What kind of skills allow you to... (As mentioned before, Sabbat Lesenbra is good at carrying, Interpreting messages in blood)"
Eli took a step back, even though he felt sick, he still kept smiling, "What are you kidding me, mayor? We have no secrets and no skills. And why do I, a small citizen, want to attack my beloved mayor?"
"No." sneered, "Are you born with the ability to block perception? Why don't the selected thirteen clans not know that they have such a special gifted brother? Haha, I will find out, no matter what you hide What?" Then he retreated coldly, "You won't attack me, but don't hurt my precious citizens." The mayor turned away and looked at the nightclub that was closed again.
"I won't."
"Really." The mayor's hand continued to make scratches on the car, "Do you know how much money I allocated to repair the collapse caused by your last concert? Do you know how much money I allocated to compensate those who Families of fans who 'died in accidents'?" The mayor looked at Eli again, "In my city, even if you scratch a window, I will be the one who pays the bill." After a brief pause, "We (Magic) Banquet) gave you the name 'Sahabat Toledo', not for you to create bills. Am I clear?"
"It's very clear." Eli looked at the mayor in front of him.
"Very good." He retracted his hand and put on his gloves again. "The party is over. Continue your good behavior at the concert and let those people go. You have your food, don't steal it from me. I'll be angry."
Eli continued smiling, "No, actually, can I invite the mayor to my party?"
The mayor's eyes began to look red, maybe they were also dyed with neon.
"Listen to what I have to say. It's not good for you to be so impatient." Eli took a few steps back again - in front of him was the mayor, and this street and this land belonged to him. "The people who just went in are not your citizens."
Red's expansion paused, and the mayor seemed willing to listen to explanations.
"They are the fans who came here after my concert in Central China was cancelled." Eli's smiling face continued to curl up at the corners of his eyes. "They have nothing to do with our West, and they are not public figures that would attract anyone's attention." This should be the reason why Arthur was slightly repelled when he first appeared, "There are also some Indians." Finally, "Everyone Someone who can come to this party. Handpicked. The mayor will love it."
The mayor's eyebrows rose. Under the eyelids that were pulled up together, the redness was gone.
"I..." The mayor was thinking, and seemed to be embarrassed. The humans and Indians in the middle seemed to be a big temptation for the mayor. Finally, the mayor smiled and said, "I can only miss it. I still have an important meeting to attend." Turning around. "You can go on with your party and have fun. You know you don't get many chances like this, Tu Rui." He left.
Eli watched the mayor disappear, his eyes falling on the scratches on his car, and the redness in his eyes seemed to drip out of his gloomy face.
The noise mixed with everything rushed onto the street again, and the two security guards opened the door again, and it was time for the protagonist to enter.
"Lose the car." Eli stepped into the nightclub, and the door behind him closed instantly.
The real party begins.
"Eli! Eli! Eli..."
Amid the cheers, the protagonist opened his arms, and someone fell into his arms. Under the hot drumbeat, the protagonist shakes his body, and people jump to the rhythm. In the crowded crowd, the protagonist raised his head, and something like a lit cigarette was handed to his mouth. He took a deep breath and exhaled, spreading a smoke ring under the ceiling where various lights met...
"I feel you!"
Probably no one knew what was going on, but the heart of the party stood above the crowd. The heavy leather boots stepped on the psychedelic crystal glass. In the closed space where the background music suddenly disappeared, all the senses of hearing were stirred by the footsteps.
"I!!"
Eli pointed at everyone below him.
"Feeling you!"
Red eyes covered all the happy-looking people.
"you."
No one knows how the microphone stand appeared in front of their idol, and naturally no one knows how the chair, the guitar, the keyboard, and the drum stand came to be...
Gentle, "Can you feel me?"
'Driving on a dark road... '
The cheers and screams can only be shouted out at the first sentence. In the following time, people should feel the people on the stage.
Let's feel it.
'The cool breeze blew through my hair, and the strong smell of sex spread in the air... '
There is no wind in the enclosed space, but the smell is permeated. The resonance is intoxicating.
'Looking up into the distance, I found a glimmer of light. My body is getting heavier and my vision is getting blurry. Tonight, I have to stop. '
No one is following, don’t you know the lyrics? Don’t know the melody? Is it a new song? The fans' happiness came too suddenly.
'She stood by the door and there were church bells ringing, and I was thinking, heaven or hell...'
The melody of the simple repeated measures has made people accustomed to it, and some people began to hum along.
"She lit the candle and gave directions. Then I heard a voice that said—"
The beat stretched out, feeling that everyone on the stage understood, the chorus came -
'Welcome to Hotel California, what a wonderful place, what a lovely face. '
'There's plenty of room in the Hotel California, and you can be here at any time. '
Inexplicable termination.
Eli pressed his fingers on the strings, "Do you feel it?"
The hands in the crowd that had just been raised during the climax slowly lowered their hands, looking at the people on the stage in confusion.
"Let me ask." Eli's lips rubbed the microphone, "Do you feel it?"
The nightclub lights, without any sound to accompany them, ran boringly according to the trajectory set by the machine, crossing the faces looking up in confusion. Now, you can find these psychedelic lights and colors that really leave no trace behind.
"Hey." Eli's fingers loosened the strings and moved up. His eyes had left the disappointing faces in the audience, and he gave the band a continuing look -
"I, I feel it..." Someone in the crowd raised their hands.
Eli looked at the place where the light was bent, "You... Arthur?"
"Yes!" The first word of excitement turned into nervousness when he found that everyone around him was looking at him, "... yes, it's me..."
"What do you feel?" Eli pressed the strings again and looked at this guy.
"Uh... uh..."
"Give him a microphone."
From nowhere, a parabola bent the colorful light and hit Arthur.
Arthur held the microphone tremblingly. He wouldn't be a radio host if he was used to using a microphone in front of people.
"Uh... well, I..."
"I feel something." Eli was on the stage, tapping his fingers on the guitar.
"This, um, song, is it talking about, um, yourself?" A very tentative sentence.
"Continue." Eli tilted his head.
He seemed to be less nervous, "I, um, wasn't it the host? Cai, before interviewing you, I was a fan and, uh, I did some homework..."
The eyes of people around them began to turn to curiosity. Who doesn’t want to know more about their idol
"You, your band, um, were signed to the Federation..." It became more and more smooth, "It turns out that in the UK, you are not taken seriously by the management company, and you are not arranged for programs or performances. You have been doing it since you were excluded. Underground independent band..." (If you don't have videos and can't appear on programs and performances, it's like taking advantage of it)
The eyes of the people around him turned between Arthur and Eli on the stage, confirming the authenticity. They noticed that Eli was smiling.
"Well, probably, that's what the song means. You are tired and want to develop elsewhere, but you are not sure whether it will be better or worse. Someone from the Federation happened to pick you up, and you came, and then the second The festival should be about the present..."
"Come up." Eli stretched out his hand and waved to the crowd in front, "Get out of the way."
"I… "
"Hurry up." Eli looked to the side of the band as if to convey something, "I don't have much patience."
Arthur knew that he climbed onto the stage under everyone's jealous eyes, but that didn't matter. When he was most embarrassed, Eli pulled up one of his legs while he was still hanging in the air.
"You're right." Eli's eyes signaled Arthur to stand next to him, and he readjusted the position of the microphone. "Your job as music host was not in vain. It was indeed like this in the second quarter." There was no singing, and the band had no action. " There are luxury cars, suitors, people who claim to be friends, dancing, drinking, carnival, and sweat.”
The people in the audience continued to look at the audience in confusion, and just said, "Aren't you going to sing?"
"Let's skip the second verse, which has no surprises at all." The fingers on the strings started to move, and the band members had already turned over the music score, "Arthur." Eli turned his head and looked at He said, "You're lucky to feel it. So, feel this-"
Everything turned red, and all sounds became screams—
'In their home ground, they began to feast, people, they picked up any sharp knife, unable to kill the monsters that rushed towards them... '
At the end of the new song that no one is listening to or hearing anymore, "Feel it? Really feel it? Arthur."
(The "Hotel California" extra that the CEO of fff ordered may be a bit complicated...) (.)