但他并没有退缩，反而往前跨了一步，一只手直接按住了初晴五弦贝斯的琴颈，阻止了她准备拨弦的动作。
「我听过你弹琴，初晴。」男生的眼神变得极具侵略X，SiSi地盯着她，「你的实力不该只被关在这扇破铁门里。两个月後，我要让你的低音在全国的舞台上炸开。」
初晴的手指停在半空中。琴颈上传来学长手心的温度，以及那句「不该只被关在破铁门里」，像是一颗突如其来的石子，JiNg准地砸中了她心底最深处、那个一直被压抑着的叛逆灵魂。
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Chapter3:TheBastardWhoUnpluggedtheAmp—andanImpossibleMission
Inthebasementoftheoldactivityter,theheavyirondoor—rustedattheedges—stoodwideopenasusual.
Theexplosivedistortionuitars,thebright,skeyboardline,andthedeeproarofCra’sfive-stringbasspouredstraightoutthroughtheopendoorwaywithoutresistance.Sixeleventh-gradegirlswithlongbckhairweredeepinthesong’smostfeveredchorus,eachofthemsubmergedinthecollisionofsoundandthekindoftight,wordlesschemistryonlypeoplethesameagebuild.
Andrightastherhythmclimbedtoitsmostviolentpeak—
Adull*pfft*.
Thesub-bassthatfeltlikeitcouldvibrateyourribcagevahoutwarning.
Withthebassgohewholesong’sskeletonwasyafromu—everythingturningthin,messy,exposed.Thedrummerinthialframesmissedabeatinshock.Theguitarists’strumminghandsstalled.Thegirlsstaredatoherasasharp,awkwardringofleftoversoundhungintheair.
Crafrowned,herlefthandstillpressingthefingerboard,andturowardheramp.
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