Chapter 321: Heavy metal rock!

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If you don't look carefully, you can't see what is painted on your face. This dark eye circle takes up half of your face.
Everyone just stared at Qin Guan for about half a minute, and hiss sighed with air-conditioning.
This fat man, Batiste, shined in both eyes, grabbed Qin Guan's arm: "You studied performance? How did you run to New York? New York University? Why don't you go to France? That's the top class Performance school!"
Out of his instinct to sing counter-notes no matter what the French said, Joseph directly retorted: "There is Broadway in New York, USA. How do you know that Qin Guan does not learn dance?"
"Furthermore, Los Angeles is right here. Do you let Qin Guan go to your France? Why? Can't you pay the wages and go on strike with the actors union?"
"You! Brute! The honor of the Gallic Warriors cannot be trampled on at will!"
These two groups of people are tearing away. Beserra, the big sister who didn't say a word, said: "I never take advantage of others. You entertain me for food, I entertain you for music. For the sake of the workers."
Who told you I am an artist? Why did you divide my occupation? …
By face...
Qin Guan hasn't said that everyone has misunderstood yet, Becerra continued: "I have a show at night, please go and watch, the drinks are free, it counts on my head!"
"But you have to wear make-up when you go. Your face is too dangerous. You have to know that our concert has very dangerous participants. It is easy to have an accident."
You old people have said so, who would dare to see TM? Isn’t that stupid?
What? Free drinks?
"Guanqin, oh! No! Qinguan, you will get lost when you first arrive. I have lived in New York for many years. Becerra is going to perform and I have no time to take care of you. I will take care of you, no need to thank me. With whom?"
Joseph's obsession with alcohol made him instantly let go of the fat and thin combination on the opposite side.
"well….."
"Becela is too cunning. You can only come as an art worker. You didn't invite the two of us. I want to participate..." This is French speaking
"Oh, underground band, how fascinating is the culture of the United States? Count me, this is the cost of tickets,"
Passed a small piece of gold foil. This is a bribe from Congo.
Beserra put a bribe into the camisole without blinking her eyes. The deep breast gou instantly submerged the little gold piece, and the gorgeous cauliflower snake tattoo only reached out half of her head.
Qin Guan subconsciously went to see his girlfriend, but he saw that Cong Nianwei, who was no less courageous than him, was looking at the farce happily.
Seeing this, only he feels, "Is it right to come to the United States to stay at home and fight with my girlfriend for 300 rounds" is the most correct way to open?
Since everyone is so interested, let's go. As for why it is necessary to disguise, Qin Guan automatically ignores it, and will it end with a silly black frame glasses?
When Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were going out, they suddenly felt that Becerra's concert seemed to be different from the ordinary concert.
It was the other members of the band who came to pick Sabella. Not all of them were of Mexican descent. The classic car with the wind was covered with golden flames.
Just like in the Journey to the West, the king asked me to visit the mountain, and it was full of people.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei consciously walked into the Volkswagen car of Erfa, or should they be closer to normal people.
The crowd turned around and came to the not far away city center, parked the car in a large parking lot, and walked to the inner street.
The road here is a bit slippery and the sanitation is a bit worrying. Except for the illumination of the street lights, compared with the commercial street in New York, the main color is obviously darker.
In the deepest part of the alley, there is a small light bulb that is not too big at the top, which is different from the exaggerated neon lights of the Japanese entertainment city, but it has to be more restrained here.
A group of people clamored to the door, and the two sides of the basement were handrails made of iron railings. The most interesting thing was there was a gatekeeper beside the door.
This figure is quite a strong security guard. In the dark night, he still wears pretending sunglasses and puts his hands on every person who wants to enter the club.
This is actually the practice in a more chaotic place. It is not allowed to bring guns and sharp weapons. It is also a kind of protection for people who often fight.
This line looks a bit different from the regular customers, because Becerra greeted in advance and passed the gate smoothly.
Qin Guan pushed open the iron door with some squeaky noise. The smell of patina seemed to be still around the tip of his nose, as if Pandora's box had been pushed away by him. The difference between the door and the door was huge. Outside is different.
The flashing neon lights were rotating on the high ceiling, except for the high-built platform, it was dark underneath.
It took a long time for a group of people to adapt to the difference in light. In this chaotic dark field, they barely saw people clearly.
Rockers wearing rivet metal pieces unleash their own hustle and bustle in an environment filled with hot air.
The bar in the corner is the most frequent place in the past, and it is also the brightest sign in this dark venue. Several people looked at the depicted people who could not see their original purpose, and subconsciously moved to the most normal bartender.
"If these people reach the African tribe, they must be the best warriors."
"What do you say?"
"Our Facebook is a symbol of courage when hunting, and it also has the use of intimidating large cats. One person here counts one, and if you take it out, you will scare two lions."
Shiziye, you are so poisonous, does your father know?
The audience was only familiar with Joseph's light car. In this alternative venue, he even asked for Daza's beer, and he drank casually at the bar.
Cong Nianwei has always been in the arms of Qin Guanhuan. Such a place is very fresh for her who has always been focused on work and study.
The lights on the high stage in the stadium instantly turned on, and the sparse Lara band drummers walked on the high stage at random. Becerra turned out to be the home of the band and stood upright under the microphone.
The screams, boos, and warm cheers underneath meant Beserra's popularity in this venue. When the band's prelude sounded, the people around them turned out to be crazy.
The sharp heavy metal music is a master among all rockers. The concrete floor in the stadium also feels the buzz of the surrounding rhythm.
Becerra's throat opened, with a unique hoarse voice, so that everyone who does not understand music is also amazed, crazy factors are scattered in the air, and hot music also drives people in the hot field. (To be continued.)