Looking at the group of young people in front of him, Hugo remembered the scene when he was glorious to death in the past. They need to go to different cities to walk the 'hole' performance, because they have no 'transportation' tools, so they have taken the green train, and also walked with a carload of poultry, truck containers are already a very superior choice, and once walked 15 kilometers of mountain roads, of course, random rides on the highway are also common.

The five buddies in their band, in addition to their own instruments, often need to break up the drum kit, and the other four help each other so that they can go on the road together. Then everyone teased and teased each other on the road, carrying heavy musical instruments on their backs as if walking in the north and south of the river like an ascetic, and the laughter of laughter sprinkled all the way.

In fact, life at that time was very hard, although they did not take care of the last meal and couldn't take care of the next meal, but the meager income made them always struggle with the basic living needs, which can be said to be the status quo of underground rock, and it can also be said to be the gap between dreams and reality. But they enjoyed such days very much, even if they quarreled, even if they frustrated, they never gave up hope.

To put it mildly, they are living with enthusiasm, and then waiting for an unknown future, maybe they give up their dreams and return to reality, maybe they make their dreams come true and become famous overnight, and no one knows what the ending will be. It was in this process that Hugo understood that not all dreams can come true, not all struggles can come true, not all geniuses can succeed. But even so, with such enthusiasm, they let the glory go through a decade to death, from the age of fifteen to the age of twenty-five, the most brilliant decade.

Someone once asked Hugo, "Is it worth it?" In fact, the parents of every band member have said the same content, because this is an incomprehensible thing in the eyes of most people, and it is not difficult to understand that chasing dreams is not difficult to understand, but after ten years of perseverance and still getting nothing but refusing to give up, this is stubbornness.

Hugo remembered that Su Zinan, the lead singer of Glory to Death, replied, "It's not worth it, and I regret it now." But I know that I will never know this if I haven't experienced it, so if I go back to 10 years ago, I would still make the same choice, and then stand where I am ten years from now, and regret it again. "If they live according to the world's arrangement, they may be able to build their own career and even live a good life in the next ten years, but such a life does not necessarily mean happiness.

There is only one green 'spring', and if you miss it, you won't miss it. Even if he regrets it at the age of twenty-five, Hugo will still make the same choice when he is fifteen, because this is the youth 'spring', impulsive, regretful, wanton, regretful, uninhibited, all indispensable.

Now standing on the streets of Los Angeles, looking at the cheerful joy on the faces of these young people, the smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth can't help but bloom. He misses such moments, which is different from the actor, who is standing in front of the camera to play another strange character 'color' life, experiencing a life that he may never touch, but the singer is himself, completely belongs to his real life, every melody, every line of lyrics, every note, is an emotional release from the depths of his heart, this is the most real self, without any discount.

So, Hugo misses such moments, standing on the streets with his friends excitedly and apprehensively, waiting for a passing truck to take a ride, or looking forward to the upcoming performance in the evening, worrying about whether the performance will be completed smoothly, and on the other hand, hoping that his music will be enjoyed by more people. This kind of mixed taste makes people miss it so much.

"Hey guys, where is the pie duì at night?" Hugo raised his voice and asked, his voice blowing through the sea breeze and sun, attracting the attention of the young people in front of him.

The young men looked back, and said a few words before they began to chuckle, and one of them raised his chin and said, "Brother, we don't do ballet." After saying that, all the friends around him burst into laughter.

Hugo looked down at his dress, he wore a white shirt, black 'color' denim pants and a pair of black 'color' high-top Vance skateboarding shoes today, in fact, this kind of dress is still relatively street, if you change to a loose T-shirt, then there will be no problem. The point is that Hugo chose a more formal white 'color' shirt today, and the jacket is also a long trench coat, which is indeed more like a high-end person entering a concert hall to enjoy opera or ballet - just a little younger. This kind of dress has nothing to do with underground music.

Hugo himself couldn't help laughing, because he remembered that his Glory to Death band mates used to laugh at others in the same way. It's not that they are too aggressive, it's that the underground music scene has always been unacceptable to the mainstream, and even excluded and discriminated against, which makes them have to unite, otherwise they may be drowned in the torrent of urban hustle and bustle at any time.

So instead of fighting back, Hugo replied in a loud voice, "Are you talking about this?" After saying that, Hugo stood on tiptoe, clumsily learned the posture of ballet, and made a vertical turn.

Of course, Hugo is not professional at all, he has nothing to do with ballet, so he looks clumsy, and his movements are even more funny. So, of course, the group of young people all laughed heartily, and the laughter of the youth 'spring' was mixed with the sound of the whistling engine, like a clear and transparent 'wave' and 'flower', hitting the asphalt road, blooming one by one.

After two turns, Hugo spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "If that's the case, I think I should reconsider my plans for tonight." ”

The group of young men were softened by Hugo's humorous counterattack, and the young man who spoke first took two steps forward, "So, amateur pastime?" Born on Wall Street, playing garage music?" The young man was slender and athletic, like an agile leopard, with wheat-colored skin glowing faintly in the sun, and a huge black 'colored' bag on his shoulder, the shape of which could be inferred to be either guitar or bass. The young man looked at Hugo through the sea of his black curly hair, with some provocation.

"Wall Street? If it's true, that's great.' Hugo lifted his right foot and showed his sneakers to the young man in front of him, a pair of sneakers that Wall Street businessmen would not choose, and it was not so easy to make a career on Wall Street at Hugo's young age. So Hugo hit back with such the most direct irony. "Don't you know that the Beatles also played rock 'n' roll?"

Young people have been sarcastic about Hugo wearing shirts, like business people, but in fact, many British rock bands wear shirts and ties, and the Beatles are one of them. So Hugo shot back, and he went on to say, "Just because I'm not dressed like Kurt Cobain doesn't mean I don't understand anything, does it?"

The young man was attacked twice in a row by the other party without being humble or arrogant, and he was also counterattacked by the other party, looking like an insider, the young man was a little unsure, and looked up and down the neatly dressed man in front of him again. Hugo, perceiving that the young man had no hidden gaze, stretched out his arms and said calmly, "I hope tonight's pie is worth it." ”

A ridicule was blown into the ears of the group of young people behind, and there was another burst of laughter, and someone shouted, "Pepe, sue him." He's not a strip. ”

Hugo smiled and lifted his trench coat, "Look, I didn't bring out the badge and gun." ”

The young man named Pepe in front of him finally couldn't hold back, and his smile bloomed directly, and the smile from the bright sunshine on the beach on the coastline was dyed from the corner of his mouth to the depths of his eyes. The young man bowed his head and took out a leaflet from his pocket, hesitated, handed it to Hugo, and said casually, "Old fellow, I hope there will be no raids at night." Then he turned around and walked away.

In the end, the young man was actually ridiculing the "police." But Hugo knew that many underground rock schools were more 'private', and there were often many minors on such schools, plus alcoholic 'essence' and poison. The product is "mixed" and "chaotic", so it is police. Chacha is very fond of surprise inspections - provided that he gets a tip-off, of course. So it's understandable that they'll be so careful.

Seeing that the young people gathered again, smiling and talking to each other, Hugo waved the flyer in his hand and said "thank you" in a loud voice, and then took the flyer in front of him and looked at it. The flyer is actually very simple, it is a black and white print with the words "Al. bar, December 23, 1992, at 8 p.m., ......" and around this line of lettering, the names of many singers or bands are densely written around it.

After a brief look, Hugo saw several familiar names, the Cabery. berries), Green. day), the Foul Stink Choir (ran(:id)...... These are all familiar band names in the future; In addition to this, there are some similar to those in the drive-in cinema (a seven. the。 drive-in) and other rather familiar local band names in Los Angeles. It can be seen that this is a carnival, and the scale is not small.

In fact, in the city of Los Angeles, music flows slowly in the pulse of the city, but Hugo has not had the opportunity to contact it before this, because this circle is relatively closed, and people who do not have a "door" are destined to only go around outside, let alone integrate into it.

Unexpectedly, Hugo unexpectedly got such a rare opportunity today, which made Hugo quite excited, not to mention how 'exciting' it was to see those familiar bands, just reintegrating into the local rock circle was enough to make Hugo jump.