"Brother Yi, what's wrong? It's only what time, and I'm falling asleep."
"I want to quit the band."
"...You're not awake yet, are you?"
"Really, I have stress-induced drumming disorder, and suddenly I can't play the drums anymore."
"...What the hell?"
"Anyway, forget me."
Dudududu...
The phone was blocked, and then Su Yi walked out with his head held high.
What would happen to the Wang Zha Band without explosives? Where to find the drummer for tonight's performance is no longer Su Yi's concern.
When is it?
Whether your father is dead or your mother is married, let’s take care of ourselves.
Su Yi went to the bank first and withdrew 21,000 yuan from the bank.
Then I found a coffee shop and ordered a cup of Americano, a piece of paper, and a pen.
He searched "Kyoto drum training one-to-one" on Baidu on his mobile phone, and then began to filter the information he wanted from the massive advertisements.
If he thought it looked reliable at first glance, he called for consultation.
If chatting on the phone was okay, he would take notes on paper.
An hour later, Su Yi made a note of seven drum training centers.
He drank all the coffee left in the cup in one go, then stood up to pay and leave.
Next, Su Yi took a taxi and started a "field investigation". After passing five training centers for various reasons, he came to an urban village on the roadside of Jingshun.
From a distance, he saw a fat man with a round face wearing a hurdle vest, big pants, and flip-flops at the entrance of the village.
The fat man held up a piece of paper that looked like it had just been torn out of a notebook, with the word "Su" crookedly written on it with a marker.
Su Yi got out of the car and looked at the sixth teacher he was about to "interview". He looked more like a slaughtered pig.
Unexpectedly, the other party recognized him.
"It's really you!" The round-faced fat man looked surprised. "My voice sounded like it was you on the phone, but the questions you asked were all amateurish. I thought I had heard wrong, but I didn't expect it was really you!
Su Yi, how are you doing?"
What's going on with me?
How are you doing?
What is going on between us?
Su Yi was speechless. Did he meet an acquaintance?
But in the character information, there is no introduction that he recognizes this fat man.
"Do you know me?" Su Yi asked.
"Are you okay?" The fat man was even more surprised, "I am Da Liu'er."
"I have lost my memory." Su Yi said.
"Bullshit!" Da Liu'er looked like you're so nice to talk to, "Are you acting in a Korean drama with me?"
"Really," Su Yi looked helpless, "If you don't believe me, ask me what one plus one equals."
"What is one plus one equal to?" Da Liu'er asked.
"Two." Su Yi looked at him.
"..."
Da Liu'er's eyes were a little dazed.
What the hell are we talking about?
Half an hour later, in Da Liu'er's rehearsal room, Su Yi spent some time and went to the drum stand in person for a while. Da Liu'er finally believed the fact that Su Yi had lost his memory.
"So, now you want to start from scratch and then pick up the work in your hand?" Da Liu'er smoked a cigarette loudly and frowned into a Sichuan character, "Honestly.
Su Yi, I’m not sure about your situation.”
"I won't ask why." Su Yi said, "But since we are acquaintances and you have good skills, then it's up to you."
"Inappropriate." Da Liu'er shook his head, "First, you are not a novice, I can't accept this money from you; second, after all, you are still my senior, how can I teach you?"
Snap!
Su Yi slapped 20,000 yuan on the table.
Da Liuer stopped talking immediately and looked up at him.
"Three months." Su Yi held out three fingers, "I will give you three months to learn the drums. If I can practice it, I will still be a drummer. If I can't practice it, I will give up this path and go home to farm.
”
"In these three months, don't treat me like a human being." Su Yi looked at Da Liu'er seriously, "Just treat me like an animal or a machine. Don't worry about beating me, don't worry about scolding me, and don't worry about training me! These two
Ten thousand yuan is all my savings over the years after I left some travel expenses for myself. I will give it to you!"
"From now on, I will eat here, live here, and do nothing except playing drums every day!"
"Liu Er, if you think I, a student, can teach, then stop talking nonsense, take the money, and think about how to teach me. After three months, whether it is successful or not, I will thank you."
Da Liuer was quite moved. He looked at Su Yi for a long time and said with emotion: "Brother Yi, you are my wife in the palace..."
Su Yi had no expression on his face: "Liu Er, that's the opposite."
"Haha, you disgusted me once, and we're even." Da Liu'er raised his eyebrows proudly.
"You are forcing my palace." Da Liu said, "In three months, how far do you want to practice?"
"It's only higher than my previous level." Su Yi said.
"This is impossible!" Da Liuer shook his head directly.
"Is it possible? You will know after you try it." Su Yi said, "Just make your teaching plan according to this goal. I still say the same thing, don't treat me as a human being, treat me as an animal!"
Da Liuer pointed at Su Yi: "Don't regret it!"
Su Yi pushed the money on the table in front of Liu'er: "Whoever regrets it will have a grandson!"
Snap!
Da Liuer covered the money with a slap, gritted his teeth and said: "You are not even a coward, why am I still afraid of this? Come on, man! Don't cry, I can't kill you!"
That afternoon, Da Liuer brought Su Yi a dumb drum pad, an electronic metronome, a pair of drum sticks, and a drum stool.
Da Liu'er became serious and had the aura of a strict teacher.
He started teaching from the most basic level - playing the dumb drum.
The metronome was adjusted to 60, and Da Liuer taught Su Yi the simplest single jump, that is, 1, 2, 3, 4.
From drumming postures, movements, intensity, and rhythm, Da Liuer taught you in great detail.
"You may have forgotten, but I must tell you again, Su Yi, in our industry, we can only go far if we have solid basic skills, otherwise we will never be able to fight for the rest of our lives. The simplest single jump, da, da,
Da, da, left and right, some people just hit it nice, clean, and rhythmic, as crisp as a glass ball thrown on the cement floor, but some people just can't hit it, like breaking a urine jar,
Disgusting!"
"The difference is whether the basic skills are solid." Da Liu'er said eloquently, "Also, always remember that human feelings are wrong, but electronic metronomes are accurate! As long as you practice, you must
Turn on the metronome! Once there is a mistake, it is your fault, it cannot be the metronome's fault!"
"Don't trust your own feelings. The most important thing for a drummer is mechanization. You can have your own feelings only after the beats and techniques are all mechanized, otherwise everything is out of the question. Always remember that your duty is to stabilize the beat!
So you can't be wrong. No more, no less, no faster, no slower..."
"Su Yi, in three months, if you want to reach your previous level, or even surpass it, you must be prepared to fight to the death! You said it, treat you like an animal, not a human being." p>
"Single jump, speed of 60, give me seven days first, sixteen hours a day! If you can persist, I will teach you. If you can't persist, I'm sorry, I will refund your money and treat you as if you never came." p>