The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

A little hot.

The heat from the high-power spotlight was no joke. Jessica had only been exposed to it a few times when she was setting up equipment on stage before, but now she would have to stay there for at least ten minutes. Fortunately, her body would not sweat under the black light. After all, this was her first official appearance on the show, and Ms. Drew did not intend to stand still the whole time.

While there was still some time, she stretched her throat again: "Ah——————"

"what------"

Lucia played along.

“Ah~~~~~!!!!”

Miller, the rhythm guitarist, joined in, deliberately putting on a weird accent, and everyone burst into laughter. Lucia tugged at Jessica's beige short windbreaker and commented on her outfit for the first song: "Jess! Are you really going to take it off later?"

"What else? I'm not wearing these two pieces for nothing, am I?"

"Damn it! I want a body like that too..."

"Prepare!"

The artist management and venue controllers didn't pay attention to this. They crowded at the stage entrance. When the sound from the headphones came on, everyone waved at the band like crazy: "Hurry up! Get on stage! Get on stage!"

"Go ahead! Don't crowd my piano!"

Jessica pushed Lucia out and hurried to the reserved location.

All positions, sequences and operations were determined during the rehearsal. She connected the electric guitar and gave a thumbs up to the sound control console in the corner. The host was still telling jokes to the audience in front. According to basic logic, the director should show the TV audience the camera facing the host's face, that is, only the audience can see the band's movements clearly.

However, for the audience, Ms. Drew's face is naturally not well-known, and everyone just thought that the next program would be a band performance. It was not until the host read out "Jessica Drew" loudly and the song "Big big world" that the audience cheered and applauded.

"Are you here?"

All the band members turned their attention to keyboardist Morris.

"1...2...3..." Morris nodded his head, pressed the keys with his fingertips, and played the prelude steadily.

"I'm a big, big girl, In a big, big world."

(I'm a big girl in a big world)

"It's not a big, big thing, If you leave me..."

(It's not a big deal if you leave me)

Ms. Drew held the microphone with both hands. She would accompany the next song by herself, so the electric guitar could only be placed beside her. In addition to the beige short windbreaker, she also wore black tights and Martin boots tonight, and matched them with a thin scarf. The overall look was a little immature, which just fit the style of this song.

To sing out the feeling of a young working girl leaving home for the first time, the song must be relatively soft and slightly childish, which places high demands on the singer's natural timbre; in addition, it must also be a little timid and sad, and even have a little hope for a better future. In any case, among the 14 songs in the entire album, Jessica feels that this song is the one that is most different from her own mentality.

Although this did not affect her performance.

It’s really not that difficult.

"Miss~~~~you much......"

(I will miss you terribly)

When singing the last line, Jessica compressed her chest to control the fading of the ending sound, and made the second tone of "much" very light. A tide of applause soon surged in the venue. Ms. Drew looked at the faces one by one and suddenly felt that she might have underestimated the power of this song.

But soon, the spider sense detected a strong malicious intent.

Jessica immediately thought of Baron Otto.

But with so many people below, I can't lock on to the target quickly... Could it be another small fry?

Observation is observation, but the program process cannot be delayed. Jessica approached the microphone and said "How are you?" to receive a warm response from the audience in the front row. Then she reached her hand to her chest and took off the beige short windbreaker. The combination of belly-exposing tube top and short vest immediately caused cheers, especially many young people in the audience, who started whistling.

It's no wonder they were excited. Ms. Drew's body proportions were too good, and after taking off her windbreaker, her two long legs wrapped in black stockings became even more conspicuous. And looking up, her flat belly could faintly show muscle lines, which could make countless women jealous.

As for the chest area...although the small tube top can cover everything that should be covered, the size and shape alone are enough to make people envious.

Anyway, the contrast with what happened just now is indeed huge.

The innocent girl turned into a hot girl, and the effect was particularly outstanding. Who wouldn't stare at this? Although... Jessica did this because she hoped that the old man Otto would be obsessed with sex and couldn't help but jump out and take action immediately.

It's better than continuing to shrink.

"Next song..."

Jessica mentioned the electric guitar, and just after she said two words, she was interrupted by cheers and whistles. She felt that the hostility became stronger, so she put on a slightly shy smile and took the opportunity to scan the crowd repeatedly. However, this search still did not yield any results, so Jessica had to pluck the strings twice and continue her performance: "Next song, Malibu."

"Come on! Look at me! Look at me!"

Lucia shouted and beat the drumsticks to keep the rhythm: "1! 2! 3! 4——"

With the first synchronized strumming and drumming, Jessica swayed her body to the rhythm, using the same swaying energy she had used when she sang "I Can't Resist the Moonlight". Her waist and hips twisted with her long legs, and the cheers from the audience immediately escalated. Some people in the front rows had already raised their hands and swayed along.

I told you it’s no different from a music festival…who knows if there will be some overlap among the audience, Ms. Drew thought to herself as she continued searching for her target in the crowd.

"Crash and burn, All the stars explode tonight..."

(Crash, burn, all the stars explode tonight)

"...Help me, please. Burn the sorrow from your eyes. Oh, e on be alive again, Don't lay down and die..."

(Please help me, burn the sadness out of your eyes. Oh, come on, live again, don't just lie down and die)

The malice still lingers.

Like a needle prick, Jessica could even feel the gaze first focused on her legs, then gradually moving up, across her lower abdomen and straight to her chest.

I'll look at you secretly, if you have the guts, stand up...

"Cry to the angels, I'm gonna rescue you! I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby!"

(Cry to the angels, I'm gonna save you! I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby!)

More and more audience members swayed along with Jessica's singing. Keyboardist Morris repeated his old tricks in the back, wearing a pair of sunglasses on his face, then playing the piano with one hand and waving the other hand at the audience below. When the first chorus was sung, there were only a few people sitting in the first three rows, and Jessica had to concentrate her energy back to avoid getting the wrong rhythm.

It is very challenging to dance while playing electric guitar, especially to do it the whole time. Most guitarists in a band only dance temporarily when they are having fun during a solo part. If you ask them to dance throughout the whole song, it will definitely be a very physically demanding behavior.

But for Jessica, the biggest challenge was the audio cable.

The legs are tangled!

Ms. Drew took a light step, using the entangled left leg as a fulcrum, and when another section was finished, she put her legs together, and her right ankle flexibly stepped on the audio cable to help her left leg break free. This set of movements was smooth and natural, just like she danced on the stage on a whim, which attracted cheers from the audience.

No one noticed that the tall and sexy female body on the stage was actually a little different. If you lifted her vest, you would find that there were breathing holes the size of a human mouth on both sides of her ribs, leading directly to the lungs. This was a little trick Jessica had developed a long time ago, mainly for the current situation where she had to run, jump, play the piano and sing. Inhaling through the ribs could fully relieve the workload of the vocal cords, so that they no longer needed to change shape to take in air.

After all, in theory, you can open several holes in any part of Black Light's body...

As for the original "hole", there is no need to mention it.

After singing the last line of the song, Jessica bowed to the applauding audience and walked backstage first.

"We did it! Damn it! We did it Jesse!"

Lucia, who was covered in sweat, was carried up to her body regardless. Jessica held her with one hand with disgust to prevent the guitar from getting dirty. But everyone was still on the stage. This interaction immediately caused laughter. The energetic girl didn't want to give up at all. She hugged Jessica's long black silk legs. The audience watched the female lead singer, who was over 180cm tall, limped and disappeared backstage with a leg pendant.

The cheers continued until the host came in.

"Perfect! Girl!"

Manager Frey stood at the backstage entrance, clapping his hands and leaving an afterimage: "I knew you could do it!"

A circle of people gathered.

Apart from the usual artist management and stage control during rehearsals, the entrance was also crowded with actors who were about to perform in the next show. I don't know if it was a coordination error, but the entire passage was packed. Manager Frey certainly didn't care, as he was fully focused on Jessica, but the staff had a headache because the host had already started announcing the show.

"Hey! Stop pushing!"

"Make way! Let them pass first!"

"You guys stand back a little! Do you hear me? Stand back a little!"

"What's going on..." Lucia, who was hanging on Jessica's legs, just uttered a sound when she was hit in the face by a thick thigh, and her whole head was forced to rotate dozens of degrees. At the same time, the spider sense that faded due to leaving the stage suddenly began to warn again, pricking Jessica's forehead like a needle.

Baron Otto's men are here!

"Oh hell! Don't squeeze my piano!" Jessica yelled, hugged Lucia's back tightly, stepped forward and knocked away several people: "Hey! Stop pushing! Who is pushing me? Lucia, you are not hurt?"

"Calm down! Don't move!"

"Don't move, guys!" The surrounding field controllers rushed over to support and cleared people away one by one from the edge. At this time, the director should have given instructions to the host through the headset communication. He suddenly changed the subject halfway through his announcement and started telling a joke to the audience.

"Jessie? Jessie! Are you okay?" Jessica had been holding the Gibson electric guitar above her head to avoid damage from the crowd, which also made it easy for the band members to find their positions. Morris, Miller and Old Joe, the three men, pulled her and Lucia out in a hurry: "Are you injured?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

Jessica nodded to her teammates and turned to Lucia: "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." The energetic girl twisted her neck and suddenly looked painful: "I think I sprained it."

As long as people are still here, that's good.

Ms. Drew breathed a sigh of relief, stood up with her piano, and began to look for the source of the spider-sensing alarm. Although the actors of the next round of the show had successfully gone on stage, the situation backstage was still very chaotic. The sudden incident that almost turned into a stampede destroyed many objects, and even two supporting beams collapsed.

But logically speaking, this thing can't fall over with just a push...

Looking around, Ms. Drew quickly realized that something was wrong.

Where is Agent Frey?