Looking at the group of young people in front of him, Hugo remembered the scene when he worked hard until his death. They needed to go to different cities to perform. Since they had no means of transportation, they had taken the green train and traveled with a car of poultry. Truck containers were already a very superior choice. They had also walked fifteen kilometers of mountain roads. Of course, it was common to take a random ride on the highway.

In addition to their own instruments, the five partners of their band often need to separate the drums and help each other, so that they can get on the road together. Then everyone joked and joked with each other on the road, carrying heavy instruments, walking around the country like asceticism, laughing and laughing all the way.

In fact, life was very hard at that time. Although it was not as good as the last one and the next one, the meager income made them always struggle with basic living needs. This can be said to be the current situation of underground rock, or the gap between dreams and reality. However, they enjoyed such days very much. Even if they quarreled, even if they were frustrated, they never gave up hope.

To put it bluntly, they live with passion and wait for an unknown future, perhaps by giving up their dreams and returning to reality, perhaps by dreams coming true and becoming famous overnight, no one knows what the ending is. It was in this process that Hugo understood that not all dreams can come true, not all struggles can be fulfilled, and not all geniuses can succeed. But even so, they still rely on such passion to make glory go through a decade until death, from fifteen to twenty-five years, the most brilliant decade.

Someone once asked Hugo like this, "Is this worth it?" In fact, the parents of every band member said the same content, because it seems to most people to understand, and it is not difficult to understand pursuing dreams, but after persisting for ten years, he still gained nothing but refused to give up. This is stubbornness.

Hugo remembers that Su Zinan, the lead singer who was glorious to death, replied, "This is not worth it, I regret it now. But I know that I have never experienced it, and I will never know this. So if I go back ten years ago, I will still make the same choice, and then stand in the position ten years later and regret it again." If they live according to secular arrangements and follow the steps, they may be able to build their own careers and even live a good life in the past ten years, but such a life does not necessarily represent happiness.

Youth is only once, and if you miss it, you will not be able to regret it. Even if you regret it when you are twenty-five, Hugo will still make the same choice when you are fifteen, because this is youth, impulse, regret, wantonness, regret, unruly, and nonsense.

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 couldn't help but bloom. He missed such moments, which was different from the actor. The actor stood in front of the camera and played another strange character, experiencing a life that he might never touch; but the singer was himself, who completely belonged to his own real life. Every melody, line, lyrics and wisps of note was an emotional release from the bottom of his heart. This is the most real self, without any discount.

Therefore, Hugo missed such moments, and stood on the street with his friends excitedly and nervously, waiting for the passing truck to carry it, or looking forward to the performance that will start in the evening. On the one hand, he was worried about whether the performance could be completed smoothly, and on the other hand, he was looking forward to the fact that his music could be appreciated by more people. This mixed taste makes people miss it so much.

"Hey, guys, where is there a party tonight?" Hugo raised his voice and asked, his voice blew over in the sea breeze and sunshine, attracting the attention of the young people in front of him.

The young people looked back, whispered a few words, and then began to laugh softly. One of them raised his chin and said, "Brother, we won't dance ballet." After that, all the friends around them burst into laughter.

Hugo looked down at his outfit. Today he wore a white shirt, black jeans and a pair of black high-top Vance skateboard shoes. In fact, this outfit is relatively street-oriented. If you change to a loose T-shirt, there will be no problem. The point is that Hugo chose a relatively formal white shirt today, and the jacket is also a long windbreaker. It is indeed more like a high-end person who enters the music hall to enjoy opera or ballet, but is just a little younger. Such outfit has nothing to do with underground music.

Hugo couldn't help but laugh, because he remembered that the band partners of Glory to Death used to laugh at others like this. It was not that they were too aggressive, but that the underground music circle has always been unacceptable by the mainstream, or even excluded and discriminated against, which made them have to unite, otherwise they might be drowned in the hustle and bustle of the city at any time.

So Hugo did not fight back, but replied loudly, "Are you talking about this?" After that, Hugo stood on tiptoe, clumsyly learned the ballet posture, and made a stand-alone turn.

Of course, Hugo is not professional at all. He has nothing to do with ballet, so he looks clumsy and his movements are so funny. So, for granted, all the young people laughed out loud. The youthful laughter mixed with the sound of the whistling engine, like clear and transparent waves, hitting the asphalt road, blooming one by one.

After turning twice, Hugo spread his hands and shrugged, "If this is the case, I think I should rethink my plan for tonight."

The group of young people were softened by Hugo's counterattack, and the young man who spoke first took two steps forward, "So, amateur entertainment? Wall Street, playing garage music?" The young man was slender and healthy, like an agile leopard, with wheat-colored skin emitting a faint luster in the sun, and a huge black bag on his shoulders. From the shape, it can be inferred that it was either a guitar or a bass. The young man looked at Hugo through the water sea with his black curly hair, with some provocations that seemed to be there.

"Wall Street? If it's true, that would be great." Hugo raised his right foot and showed his shoes to the young people in front of him. Business people on Wall Street would not choose such a pair of sneakers. And it would not be that easy for Hugo to work hard on Wall Street at such a young age. So Hugo hit back with such the most direct sarcasm. "Don't you know that the Beatles are also playing rock?"

Young people have been mocking Hugo for wearing shirts, like business people, but in fact, many British rock bands wear shirts and tie, and the Beatles are one of them. So Hugo hit back and said, "I don't dress like Cott Coben, which doesn't mean I don't know anything, right?"

The young man was pushed back by the other party in a row with two consecutive attacks, and was also attacked by the other party for a while. He looked like a person in the circle. The young man was a little uncertain and looked up and down at the neatly dressed man in front of him again. Hugo noticed that the young man had no hidden vision, spread his arms, and said frankly, "I hope the party tonight is worth the best."

A joke was blown into the ears of the young people behind him, and there was another burst of laughter. Someone shouted, "Pepe, tell him. He is not a note."

Hugo smiled and lifted up his windbreaker, "Look, I didn't bring out the police badge and gun."

The young man named Pepe in front of him finally couldn't help it, and his smile bloomed directly. The smile from the bright sunshine on the coastline beach was stained from the corner of his mouth to the depths of his eyes. The young man lowered his head and took out a flyer from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, handed it to Hugo, and said casually, "Old guy, I hope there will be no raid inspection at night." Then he turned around and left neatly.

The young people were actually making jokes about the "police" just now, but Hugo knew that many underground rock parties were relatively private, and there were often many minors at such parties, coupled with the chaos of alcohol and poison, so the police liked surprise inspections very much, of course, the premise was to get a tip. So it is understandable that they would be so careful.

Seeing the young people gathered again and chatting with each other with a smile, Hugo waved the flyer in his hand, said "Thank you", and then took the flyer in front of him and looked at it. This flyer was actually very simple, in black and white printing, with "al.bar, December 23, 1992, 8 pm", and then around this line of font, there were many singers or band names written densely.

After a brief look, Hugo saw several familiar names, the Cranber Band, the Green Day Band, the Rancid... These are all familiar band names in the future; in addition, there are some familiar local band names such as the car cinema (at.the.d Day Band-in). It can be seen that this is a carnival and the scale is quite large.

In fact, in the city of Los Angeles, music flows slowly in the pulse of the city, but Hugo has never had the opportunity to come into contact with it before, because this circle is relatively closed, and people without any way are destined to be able to circle outside, let alone integrate into it.
Chapter completed!