The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

boom!

There was a slam of the door, and Nisha, who was licking the bloody wine glass in the living room, turned around in surprise. The noise of the door closing today was a bit too loud.

"...So I told you it's okay."

"I do not care!"

A woman shouted: "I told you not to close the door!"

"Okay, you blame me again, right?" This was Miss Watson's voice: "I told you to drink less, now it's alright, I have to call Peggy later and tell her that you almost got into a fight with two policemen...ah, and you even bit me?! Believe it or not, I'll wait..."

It looks like the little wild cat is drunk again.

Nisha was no longer surprised. Drunk Michella's teasing was different. When she thought of the faint smell of alcohol in his blood, the frozen blood in the cup suddenly lost its flavor. Although the vampires could not directly consume substances other than blood, blood processed by the human body was different - if he drank a lot of alcohol, he could indeed taste alcohol in his blood. The vampires had already developed these tricks for many years.

Soon, two figures supporting each other walked into the living room. Michelle's clothes were easy to recognize, but the other person...

Is this Miss Watson?

wrong.

Nisha frowned. What kind of figure does Miss Watson have? How could her breasts be so flat?

Then she turned her gaze to the face and confirmed that it was Watson's appearance. A thought flashed through her mind. The vampire princess hesitated and opened her mouth before asking, "Watson?"

"Oh, good evening." Miss Watson still used a female voice. While she was talking, she wanted to throw Michelle onto the sofa. However, Dr. Heinzwafen turned into a sticky insect at this moment and held Miss Watson and refused to let go no matter what.

"You are..."

"Perhaps you will get used to my voice?" Miss Watson said in her male voice again. Michel pulled her to sit on the sofa and hugged her helplessly: "I know you have never seen me in women's clothes. Um... Actually, this look is much earlier than my female form. It was back then... Do you remember what I said about 'Miss Watson' during World War II? I have been doing this since then."

"...Oh." Nisha blinked, her eyes lingering on Miss Watson's white thighs, almost going under her skirt: "So, what you mean is that you are actually a male body now, right? So inside your skirt..."

As she spoke, she made a gesture with her fingers.

"You...you don't have to care about that, thank you."

Miss Watson felt that Nesha's eyes were full of aggression, an undisguised aggression that was even more excessive than the previous kiss she had forced on her. Even though this woman would eventually recognize her female form, Miss Watson still began to regret her hasty decision tonight. Of course, in the final analysis, it was safer to carry her drunk girlfriend home earlier.

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

"Will you stop staring at me like that?" Miss Watson squeezed her legs together and smoothed down her skirt.

"of course."

Nisha picked up the blood wine glass again, but Miss Watson clearly saw that the woman grinned under the cover of the glass, revealing her two canine teeth. She could only comfort herself in her heart: Forget it, it's a matter of time, there's no point in worrying about it.

Looking at Michelle in his arms, she was already snoring comfortably.

You can rest assured!

"You two have been on good terms lately, haven't you?" Sighing, Miss Watson tried to change the subject: "I mean, Michela even allowed you to stay here for a short period of time, although nominally it was because of Baron Otto's matter..."

"About this, maybe Michelle hasn't told you a lot of things. I guess she's too embarrassed to say it." Nisha said, holding up the wine glass and walking over here. Miss Watson thought to herself that it was bad, and quickly hugged her girlfriend who was sleeping on the left: "Well, I think you should stop creating tension now."

"Nervous? It's okay. I'll sit over here."

The woman sat down to Miss Watson's right and gave her a sweet smile.

Miss Watson stared at her expressionlessly.

"Oh...dear pretty boy, why are you so cute?"

After a while, Nesa chuckled, and her red lips imprinted on the corner of Miss Watson's mouth, leaving a strong smell of blood: "Your behavior will only make me want to bully you more. As for this little wild cat... I'm sorry, it's not easy for me to stay calm when I'm jealous of people. I'm jealous of her, do you know? How many tricks can you two play every night?"

"Don't......"

Seeing Nisha's hand reaching out, Miss Watson quickly blocked it.

Michela suddenly opened her eyes and slapped Nisha's hand away. Her sudden reaction frightened both of them. Dr. Heinzwafen glared at Nisha, muttered something, pulled Miss Watson hard, and then fell into her arms again, closed his eyes and snored.

Sighing, Miss Watson called Peggy to tell her about the police stopping her and almost getting into a fight. After hanging up, she noticed that Nisha was still staring at her, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Are you going to stare at me like this all night?"

"How did you hide?"

Nisha smiled and pointed at a certain part, as if Michelle had not woken up at all: "I remember it..."

"I'd better carry her to the bedroom. You can drink slowly."

Miss Watson picked up her girlfriend and ran away, leaving behind a burst of triumphant laughter.

......

November 11, Thanksgiving Day, 26 p.m.

Jessica sat backstage, holding her Gibson-Les Paul electric guitar, watching the staff busying themselves. She signed the contract on November 11, spent a week negotiating with the staff and equipment, and started rehearsals on Monday the 14rd. She was finally going to perform on stage tonight.

“I can’t believe it…” Drummer Lucia pounded her legs and took deep breaths. “I can’t believe we’re going to be on TV, Jesse! That bastard Vadim will be jealous of me! No, he will definitely regret it, hahahaha!”

Ms. Drew didn't reply, but looked at her band members one by one, Lucia, Morris, Miller and Old Joe, and before she knew it, there were five of them. Thinking back to the days since the band was formed, the running-in, rehearsals, recordings, and dinners, although there was no clear leader, of course they would all gather around her in the end.

Another achievement that was difficult to achieve in the previous life.

Turning her eyes to the ceiling, Jessica turned her thoughts to other things. She was used to doing this before the performance. She would get back into the state later, which would feel better than being tense all the time. In this regard, the band members had their own ways of adjustment. Drummer Lucia talked to herself, keyboardist Morris played the rhythm guitar while Miller smoked and chatted, and bassist Old Joe was a little strange. He actually brought a book to read.

But the agent Frey never stopped calling.

This time the show is an evening party.

In fact, it is no different from previous music festivals.

The live broadcast and the whole process are more formal.

Since it involves live broadcast, Jessica is more concerned about which positions will make mistakes, which is the greatest fun in her previous life. For example, lighting technicians, sound control engineers, cameramen, directors, and subtitle machine players need to stay highly focused during the hours-long live broadcast process. If they are not careful, live broadcast accidents may occur.

It seems like the staff on the scene are getting anxious and angry, so the process probably wasn't going smoothly.

The most important ones are those artist managers.

They are responsible for coordinating and communicating with the performers to ensure that they are where they should be before the show begins. They don't wait until the previous show is over and the host announces the new show, but the actors are not yet fully in place. This would be one of the most classic live broadcast accidents.

"Which one are we?"

Lucia reached out and tugged at Jessica.

"No. 8, don't you have a schedule? Relax."

Jessica glanced at her own program list. It was now the fourth program. The deafening music from the scene was transmitted through the wall to the backstage lounge. Unless it was this close, people could only shout loudly. Of course, the staff was completely different. Everyone had a pair of headphones and a communicator to facilitate the director's temporary dispatch.

"almost."

As soon as the fifth program started, the audio assistant came over with the feedback equipment.

The makeup artist and stylist came forward to cooperate.

Wearing ear monitors is also a technical job, especially paying attention to the position of the headphone cable on the body, and leaving a certain length to facilitate the wearer's head movement. If the actor has to run and jump on the stage, then you have to work hard on the way the headphone cable is fixed, otherwise the cable will fall off in the middle of the jump, which will not only interfere with the actor, but also affect the picture effect.

For performers who have done styling, the process of wearing in-ear monitors may also damage the already shaped hair and neck and clothing. The audio assistant's fingers may also rub off on facial makeup - this requires makeup artists and stylists to remedy the situation on the spot.

Ms. Drew didn't do her hair, leaving it naturally down, which was very easy to do; the same was true for keyboard player Morris, after all, he didn't have a single hair on his head.

It’s different for a certain energetic girl, her hair is styled like a chicken coop.

......As long as she is happy.

If Jessica hadn't reminded her that playing drums would cause a lot of sweating, which could easily cause heavy makeup to dissolve, the girl would probably have made a mess of herself.

"Is everything normal?"

"I can hear you all, thank you."

After confirming that the in-ear monitoring system was working properly, one of the audio assistants stayed behind and the rest pushed the door and left.

As the clock ticked by, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

After Jessica reviewed the song and chords a few times, two artist managers appeared at the door: "Hey! It's time, friends, come out!"

"Come here."

During the rehearsal, everyone got to know each other well, and naturally, everyone was less polite. When Ms. Drew picked up the electric guitar, she felt an impulse: "Okay! Let's have some fun!"

"Wuhu! Let's go!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Several people rushed out of the door shouting and screaming, and soon the lounge was empty.

Just then, a figure pushed open the door, walked in, looked around, threw a mobile phone on Jessica's dressing table, and then quickly pushed the door and left.