The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The man was satisfied with Jessica's appearance.

She has long black hair, and her light green eyes are very eye-catching. Together with her slightly raised eyebrows, she perfectly combines charm and heroism. A red lip was blooming because of a smile. When it finally closed, the full and youthful luster once made the man unable to take his eyes away, not to mention looking down at the tall and graceful figure.

To be honest, it is enough for a beautiful girl like Jessica to join the entertainment and modeling circles, not to mention that she has been personally certified by Morris.

And it seems easy to deal with.

This is the most important.

"Well, Jessica, the name of the brokerage company I work for is Benson Collins. My friend may not have explained it to you in detail, but I am actually one of the partners of Benson Collins." Friedson said very I was glad that my trip today was not in vain. I took out my business card and handed it over: "We have cooperated with Fever Records and Brickford Records several times. Have you heard of it?"

"I don't know much about the record company."

Jessica took the business card and continued to act stupid.

"Hahahaha, it doesn't matter. You will understand after you enter the industry."

Friedson waved his hand and looked intently into Jessica's emerald green eyes. He liked to use this trick to show his sincerity: "Morris said you are good at singing rock, folk and pop? I believe in his level. , but I hope you can understand that listening to ten thousand compliments from others is not as good as listening to yourself, right? Let’s get to know each other today, make friends, and find time later..."

"Of course." Jessica patted her guitar: "I can do it anytime."

"Really?"

Morris raised his eyebrows, but was even more positive than Friedson: "It's still early, how about today? Frey, isn't the recording studio you often work with nearby?"

"You guy!" Friedson scolded with a smile: "I think you are still interested in that female sound engineer."

"Oh, please, what's not possible?"

The bald guy looked aggrieved: "You said I am like some kind of perverted stalker, but I found out clearly that she is still single!"

"When the police come to your door, don't drag me into it."

Friedson retorted and turned to look at Jessica: "What do you think? Is it okay now?"

"Okay, where is it?"

"Great! It's not far from here, just a few blocks. Take my car." Friedson made a phone call, then picked up his camel jazz hat, took out two more bills and threw them on the table. He stood up and urged Maurice: "Move quickly, Mr. Delion, your beautiful love has just finished lunch!"

"Let's go!" Morris fell behind Jessica and was blocked by the big guitar case. He wanted to go but couldn't walk fast, and he was so anxious that he almost pushed her up with his hand. The three of them got into Friedson's gray BMW. The man started the engine and turned on the radio with great interest: "Ms. Drew, do you know anything about cars?"

"Uh...men's domain."

"Then you're missing out on a lot of interesting stuff."

Morris and Jessica were sitting in the back seat. He stood up and reached forward to operate the radio. The familiar electric guitar intro soon came out. Jessica listened for a few seconds, turned around and asked: "London Free Radio?"

"You listen too? Ha! I knew you listened too! Here you go! Listen to this!" The bald guy threw himself on the car seat, shaking his head and humming along, but his singing ability was far inferior to his words. Fortunately, this guy was not loud. Jessica rolled her eyes silently and turned to Friedson: "Mr. Collins, did you just say that you cooperate with the record company?"

"Yes, every one of our singers has released records, such as Mad Maggie and Fried Jensen. Have you ever listened to their songs?" Friederson put his right hand on the steering wheel and pressed his left elbow. On the fully lowered car window: "We recently promoted them on a local radio station in London. If you listen to the radio station often, you should have an impression, right?"

"I think I've heard of the Crazy Maggie you mentioned."

Jessica touched her lips: "But I don't remember, I'm sorry."

"Maggie is a very interesting girl. If I have the opportunity to introduce you to her, I think you will like her." As soon as Friedson finished speaking, Morris clapped his hands and said suddenly: "My love for you." Like fruit pudding! Hey! Give me your hand! Is that the one? I must have remembered it right!"

"It seems so." Jessica remembered.

One night, she was bored and tuned into the radio station, and suddenly she heard a girlish voice, which even sounded like a two-dimensional cute girl singing.

Embarrassingly, the cancer has returned.

At that time, Jessica decisively changed the channel after listening to two sentences, but within a few minutes she heard the DJ playing again.

"I don't really like girly songs."

"I don't like it either." Morris picked up the topic: "So I've been saying that you should find more singers like Jessica, Frey, and Maggie. Girls like that can't become stars. Oh, And Fried Jensen, his voice is indeed okay, but that’s all. Without a suitable and good piece of music, he won’t be popular, and he doesn’t know how to write songs.”

"Okay big critic, shut up."

Friedson downshifted, turned the steering wheel and entered the parking lot on the left: "We're here."

This is a very artistic small building.

The side facing the street is covered with graffiti, forming a large abstract human face mixed with red and green. The floor is not high, otherwise the visual impact will definitely increase by several levels. Friedson led the two people up the stairs to the second floor and opened a heavy soundproof wooden door: "We are here."

ah! Soundproof cotton!

ah! XLR line!

ah! Listen back to the speakers!

ah! Mixer!

ah! Flight Case!

Jessica looked at the pile of messy equipment and cables in front of her, took a deep breath, and felt like she had traveled back to the time when she was playing in a band in her previous life.

"Sorry, this is a bit messy." A woman carried two volumes of audio cables and stood up from behind the flight case in the corner: "Has anyone brought snacks, cups, and canned drinks? These things cannot be brought in, only bottled water Drinks are ok, but they must be tightened and not close...”

"No! No! Letty!" Morris greeted him with a smile: "Hey! Do you remember me? I am Morris, the keyboard player from last time."

"Ah."

Letty is tall and actually has a bald head. She looks very unique with earrings and lip nails. Although she was wearing ripped jeans and a tank top, her arms were covered with tattoos, which made her look very untouchable. In fact, this woman really had no interest in talking to Morris: "Who wants to use the recording studio?"

"She." Friedson pointed to Jessica.

“Does your guitar have a pickup?”

"You have to use a pickup microphone."

"Okay." Letty said and walked into the recording room, completely ignoring Morris.

"I said it, huh?"

Friedson patted the bald guy on the shoulder, turned around and greeted Jessica: "Come on, girl, let me see what you are capable of."

Jessica took out her Gibson J-200, sat down on the chair honestly, and watched Letty work in front of her. She was actually familiar with the task of adjusting equipment in her previous life, but now she still wanted to think about what song would be better. Of course, Jessica was not going to sing out the "original song" this time.

"Okay, let's try the guitar." Letty left the recording room, closed the door, sat in front of the mixing console, and started the call system of China Unicom's recording room. Jessica played two small tunes casually, and heard her say again: "Point at the microphone and try the sound."

Clearing her throat, Jessica sang the first line:

"When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye..."

(When you appear in front of me, I can't look into your eyes)

Friedson's back felt numb as he stood next to the monitor.

......

By the time Jessica returned to her yellow Beetle, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

She threw her guitar case into the back seat, started the engine and drove out of the car park, heading towards Kensington tube station along the A315. Michela stood on the side of the road with a bag on her back. After coming in, she leaned forward and leaned into the back seat of the car: "I thought you were going to spend the night, so I went out for a walk by myself."

"You can go shopping by yourself now, that's good, keep it up." Jessica saw her girlfriend's knees on the passenger seat and her attractive hip curve, so she slapped her over without hesitation: "I noticed that you are now Much sexier than before, Dr. Heinzwafen."

"Humph, whose credit is that?"

Michela put down her things and sat back, giving Jessica an accusing look. Since last night, this woman has gradually returned to the way she got along with her boyfriend: "When are you going to get a tights? The kind with spider webs." , didn’t you say you wanted me to call you Spider-Woman? I have to admit, you do look a lot like a spider when you’re lying on the ceiling.”

It has to be said that once people let go of their minds, they change very quickly.

"Do you need me to remind you?"

Jessica glanced at her girlfriend: "Who woke up early in the morning and said with guilt on his face that he felt he had betrayed Watson?"

"Then you refuse."

Dr. Heinzwafen also glanced at her: "Don't you enjoy it too? Mr. Watson?"

"You're right." Spider-Woman shrugged and turned the steering wheel: "Maybe that's why the two of us make a couple."

"It's good that you know." Michela took out her mobile phone and looked through the service providers in her address book: "When are you free in the past two days? I think I need to go to the arms black market. As per your request, do we still have some free time? There are few things to prepare.”

"Then tomorrow." Jessica turned on the radio and tuned to London Radio, which she often listened to. The Beatles' songs immediately filled the car. Miss Butterfly Knife fiddled with her phone for a while, then took out a small medicine bottle from her body: "By the way, how was your interview?"

"I told you it's not an interview."

Rolling her eyes helplessly, Jessica turned the steering wheel: "That agent wanted me to sign the contract on the spot like crazy, but of course I said I would discuss it with a lawyer."

"So do you have a lawyer?"

"It'll be there soon."