Chapter 317
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If you didn't take a closer look, you wouldn't be able to see what was painted on her face. The dark circles took up half of her face.
After staring at Qin Guan for half a minute, everyone gasped in shock.
Baptiste's eyes lit up. He grabbed Qin Guan's arm and said, "Are you a performer? Why are you in New York? New York University? Why don't you go to France? That's the top performing academy! "
Out of instinct, Joseph retorted, "There are Broadway shows in New York. How do you know he's not a dancer?"
"Plus, Los Angeles is right here. You want Qin Guan to go to France? Why? Do you want to go on strike with the actors' union? "
"You! Bastard! You can't trample on the honor of a Gaul warrior! "
While the two groups were at each other's throats, Cella, the silent leader of the group, spoke up. "I never take advantage of people for free. You treat me with food, and I treat you with music. Since we're both artists, that's all."
Who told you I'm an artist? How can you classify me as an artist? ...
My face?
Before Qin Guan could explain, Cella added, "I have a performance tonight. You can go with me. The drinks are free. Just put it on me."
"But you have to put on makeup when you go. Your face is too dangerous. You should know that our concert has very dangerous participants. It's easy to get into trouble."
Since you've already said so, who the hell would still dare to go and watch? Wouldn't that be stupid?
What? Free drinks?
"Qin Guan! No! Qin Guan, you are a newcomer. You will get lost. I have lived in New York for many years. Cella will have no time for you, so I will take care of you. You don't need to thank me. We are friends. "
Joseph's obsession with alcohol made him let go of the fat and thin duo in front of him in an instant.
"Erm..."
"Cella is too cunning. We are both artists, but you have never invited us. I want to go too..." The Frenchman complained.
"You are an underground band. American culture is so attractive. Count me in. Here is the ticket fee. "
A small piece of gold leaf was handed over. It was a bribe from Congo.
Cella stuffed the bribe into her tank top without blinking. Her deep breasts instantly drowned out the small piece of gold. The gorgeous cauliflower snake tattoo only poked out half of its head.
Qin Guan turned to look at his girlfriend, who was as brave as him. She was watching the farce with great interest.
From the looks of it, he was the only one who felt that the best way to start a relationship was to stay at home and have a good time with his girlfriend.
Since everyone was so interested, Qin Guan decided to go. He ignored the need to disguise himself. He just needed to wear a pair of silly black-rimmed glasses.
As they were about to leave, they realized that Cella's concert was different from other concerts.
The other members of the band came to pick Sebella up. Not all of them were Mexican. They had painted the old car with golden flames.
Just like in the Journey to the West, where the Great King asked me to patrol the mountains, it was full of people.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei got into their Volkswagen. It was better to be closer to ordinary people.
After a few twists and turns, they arrived at the city center, which was not far away. They parked the car in a large parking lot and walked to the inner streets.
The road was wet and slippery, and the hygiene was not good. Compared to the commercial streets of New York, the main color was much darker.
In the deepest part of the alley, there was a small light bulb flickering. Unlike the exaggerated neon lights of Japanese nightclubs, the lights here were much more restrained.
The group of people gathered at the door. There were iron railings on both sides of the door that led to the basement. The most interesting thing was that there was a big man guarding the door.
In the dark night, this rather sturdy security guard was still wearing a pair of sunglasses to put on an act and beat up every member of the club who wanted to enter.
It was actually a common practice in chaotic places. Guns and sharp weapons were not allowed inside, which was a kind of protection for people who often got into fights.
The group of people looked different from the regular customers. Thanks to Sebella's advance warning, they passed through the door smoothly.
Qin Guan pushed open the creaking iron door. The smell of rust was still lingering in his nose. It was like he had opened Pandora's box. There was a huge difference between the inside and outside of the door.
The neon lights were rotating on the high ceiling. It was pitch-black inside, except for the high platform.
It took a long time for the group to adapt to the difference in light. In this chaotic, pitch-black field, they could barely see each other clearly.
Rock and roll people wearing rivets and metal sheets were releasing their clamor in this hot and dry environment.
The bar counter in the corner was the most frequented place, and it was also the brightest sign in this dark place. The few of them looked at the people whose faces could not be recognized, and subconsciously moved towards the most normal bartender.
"If they went to an African tribe, they would be the best warriors."
"What do you mean?"
"Our masks are a symbol of courage when hunting, and they can also be used to scare big cats. Every single person here can scare two lions to death with just one of them."
Does your father know that you have such a sharp tongue?
Of all the people present, only Joseph acted as if he was familiar with the place. He actually ordered a large bottle of beer in such an unconventional venue and drank it nonchalantly by the bar counter.
Cong Nianwei was in Qin Guan's arms. It was a new experience for her, who had always been focused on her work and studies.
The lights on the stage lit up instantly, and the scattered drummers of the band casually walked up to the stage. Surprisingly, Cella was the home of the band, and she stood upright in front of the microphone.
The screams, boos, and cheers from the audience meant that Cella was very popular in the venue. When the band started playing, the people around her went crazy.
The sharp, heavy metal music was the valiant general of all rock and roll players. Even the concrete floor in the venue felt like it was being shaken by the surrounding rhythm.
As soon as Cella opened her mouth, her unique, hoarse, smoke-filled voice made the audience gasp in admiration. The crazy factor floated in the air, and the warm-up music also drove the audience to warm up.
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