889: Chapter 879: Satan’s Band Concert 889: Chapter 879: Satan’s Band Concert Gao Yang picked up a bottle of beer, which, compared to all those spirits, he could accept the most.
As Gao Yang was tilting his head back, guzzling the beer, suddenly a hand reached out, snatched the microphone from his grasp, and loudly said, “Found it!
Thanks, Captain!”
Eileen seemed quite drunk as she grabbed the wireless microphone that originally belonged to Little Donnie, flipped the switch with one hand, and after blowing into the mic twice to make sure it worked, she immediately shouted, “Hey, hey, everyone, I’m gonna sing a song to thank my captain for rescuing me from misery.
This is the life I want, this is the life I want!
Band!
Any Viking metal, can you do it?”
That evening, it was Gao Yang and his comrades who were the stars, and no one would refuse their requests.
As soon as they heard Eileen’s shout, the sounds of whistles, cheers, and applause immediately erupted.
Eileen staggered up to the front of the band and loudly exclaimed, “I want something powerful!
Power!
Power!
The German band, Equilibrium, a song ‘Blut im Auge’, can you do it?”
At that moment, Gao Yang exclaimed in shock, “F**k, Eileen’s actually going to sing my favorite song!”
The reason Eileen asked again and again if they could do it wasn’t just because the band was niche, but also because the song was very difficult to perform – for the singer as well as the guitarist, bassist, and drummer.
As expected, the band members all shook their heads.
Then, Eileen pulled out a card, handed it to the DJ and loudly said, “Come on, play the music.”
The DJ took Eileen’s SD card and soon, the music started playing.
After an exciting solo section, Eileen began to growl with a raspy voice.
The excited Gao Yang, who was drinking his beer, suddenly sprayed it out, then, in astonishment, said, “Professional growl singing.”
As Eileen started growling, alongside the rousing music and her crazy yet indeed professional performance, Gao Yang got pumped up.
His favorite music genre was Viking metal – there wasn’t a special reason, he simply liked it.
‘Blut im Auge’ was Gao Yang’s favorite single, and now, Eileen was singing his favorite song.
Eileen looked utterly mad.
She wanted to shake her hair, but sadly, she had no hair to shake since she always kept her head shaved, cutting it whenever it grew out.
Eileen was desperate to shake something, so she took off her T-shirt, leaving her in a black sports bra, with dog tags hanging around her neck, and started swinging the T-shirt around in her hand.
As for what a nearly bald, muscular woman singing like crazy and energetically swinging her shirt around on a small stage looked like – well, that’s left to your imagination.
Eileen’s muscles drew a round of screams mainly from the women wearing not very much clothing.
At this moment, Gao Yang also became somewhat uncontrollable under the influence of alcohol and exclaimed excitedly, “F**k, I want to sing now.”
Li Jinfang, who had been sitting all this time, was stunned.
He finally lifted his head because Gao Yang liked this song and had tried to share it with him during their free time.
It was just that he hadn’t been able to embrace it until then.
However, Li Jinfang knew generally what the lyrics meant.
He had forgotten the specific words, but he remembered one line:
“Don’t say a man’s heart is as tough as iron.
Have you not seen the red leaves across the river, all are the tears in the eyes of the parted.”
‘Blut im Auge,’ translated, means ‘Blood in the Eyes.’
Gao Yang downed a glass of whiskey in one go.
He was a bit drunk.
At this time, Yelena ran over, grabbed Gao Yang’s hand, and excitedly said, “Don’t you want to go sing?”
Gao Yang said with high spirits, “Yes, let’s sing, but I want Viking metal, and Little Donnie’s invited band plays pop punk style, what to do!”
Yelena smiled sweetly and said, “Dear, you’ve got me!”
Yelena, pulling Gao Yang by the hand, ran towards the small stage, and just as Eileen, still nodding and shaking her head, was about to sing again, upon seeing Yelena and Gao Yang, she raised the microphone and asked, “Captain, you want to sing?”
Yelena said loudly by Gao Yang’s ear, “Ensiferum’s ‘Lai Lai Hei,’ I know you like it, I’ll accompany you, I’ve been practicing for a long time!”
Among the invited band, there was a keyboard player, and they had a keyboard.
After pulling Gao Yang onto the small stage, Yelena said loudly to the keyboard player, “Lend it to me, please, thanks!”
Yelena, without any hesitation, took over the still very professional keyboard, and her slender fingers started flying across the three-tiered keys.
She managed to play the arrangement of Viking and folk metal on the keyboard, producing something akin to the taste and rhythm.
Obviously, she could not replicate the sound of the guitar with the keyboard – she was not that skilled.
Upon hearing the tune Yelena played, Eileen’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, “I like it, let me help you!”
Eileen shoved the microphone into Gao Yang’s hand, tossed aside her shirt, and said to the bass player still on the stage, “Let me use this!”
‘Lai Lai Hei’ has a long instrumental intro, which starts off quite mellow but with a strong rhythmic feel.
After Yelena and Eileen repeated the intro several times, Jack, who had drunk quite a bit, spun around a bit dizzily, then said loudly to Bruce, “Buddy!
Come on!”
Bruce flashed a slight smile, and as he walked up to the stage with the swaying Jack, Bruce said to the drummer, “Let him use your drums.”
The drummer, holding the drumsticks in his hand, shook his head desperately, “Don’t even think about it!”
Jack, drunk as he was, said, “Give me the drumsticks.
If the drums break, someone will pay you; if they don’t, you’ll still get money.
Buddy, let me have some fun.”
The drummer hesitated for a moment but eventually stood up and handed the drumsticks to Jack, while Bruce happily took over a guitar.
Gao Yang was completely dumbfounded.
He couldn’t sing anymore because the keyboardist and the bassist knew the song he was going to sing and could play the accompaniment accurately.
But with Jack and Bruce joining in, the music immediately became chaotic, especially after a tipsy Jack tried hitting the drums a few times—it became a total mess.
Just then, Gao Yang’s mouth fell open because he saw Morgan striding onto the stage with an imposing air, pointing at the remaining guitarist and commanding authoritatively, “Give me your guitar!”
As he spoke, Morgan stripped off his shirt, bared his arms, took the guitar, and turning his head, he shouted, “I’m the lead guitarist!”
A sixty-something uncle stepped onto a rock stage, inexplicably snatched the guitar, hung it around his neck, stood in front of the fixed microphone, and then suddenly raised his hands high, yelling, “Forever Metallica.”
There was no way to sing now, no way at all.
Initially, people who didn’t know each other well and had never practiced together could not possibly sound like an actual band.
Moreover, most of the people probably hadn’t even heard the song Gao Yang wanted to sing—how could they accompany him?
Let the better man sing, Gao Yang said gloomily with the microphone, “Who among you wants to sing?”
At this moment, Morgan suddenly shouted, “What Metallica songs do you guys know?”
Jack roared back, “I know them all!”
Not many Americans would be unfamiliar with Metallica, a super classic band.
Morgan, Jack, and Bruce were all familiar with them, even Eileen and Yelena were nodding their heads.
Even Gao Yang knew them all too well.
Morgan shouted, “ONE, let’s go!”
Just then, Jansen rushed out of the crowd with a Scottish whistle, yelling, “Wait for me, wait!
I’m joining in too!”
Jansen didn’t have a bagpipe, but he had a whistle.
Old men can still go wild with youth, and Morgan was having the time of his life.
He pointed at Jansen and shouted, “Kid, don’t mess up my melody.”
Gao wanted to leave, but Morgan pointed at him and said, “What are you trying to do?
Don’t say you can’t sing.
If you can’t play any instrument, then you’re the lead vocalist.
Come on!”
Morgan started his solo; his fingering was a bit rusty, but soon, he got into the groove of it.
Then, at the right moment, Eileen and Bruce also joined in the solo.
When Jack’s drum set joined in, Gao realized that Morgan was really skilled, an absolute ace on the guitar—even if not a professional, he was top-notch.
And Jack’s drumming wasn’t bad either, really not bad.
Relatively speaking, Bruce’s rhythm guitar was a bit lacking.
Gao was too busy listening to the music, and when it was time for him to sing, he missed it.
That’s when Morgan shouted at him, “It’s your turn now!”
Gao began to sing.
The song started off quite gently, which he could handle.
Once he started, Yelena’s keyboard seamlessly joined in, and while Jansen’s whistle sounded a bit off-key, it became rather interesting once it was added.
They had never practiced together.
Gao’s singing couldn’t be said to be unpleasant, but it definitely wasn’t good.
Sometimes he was off-key because he couldn’t reach the high notes.
But at that moment, who cared about that?
It was all about having a good time.
When it was time for the harmony, Morgan and Eileen joined in.
Gao started off a bit reserved, but he quickly let loose.
It was all about having fun, right?
Who cares if it sounds good or bad?
The courage to sing, even if it’s terrible, is victory in itself.
As for how a birthday celebration suddenly turned into a concert by an amateur rock band—who cared?
Gao was having a great time singing, and so was everyone else.
Anyone who had the courage to not mind their own off-key singing could go up and sing a bit, including the band that was hired but then sidelined, who seized the opportunity to make their presence felt on stage.
Watching the crowd reveling not far away, Li Jinfang remained seated, quietly watching, until he heard Eliza beside him seemingly speaking and turned his head.
Eliza’s face was a bit red, and because of the loud music, she had to shout at Li Jinfang, “Please get me another drink, this is very tasty.”
Eliza, who had never drunk before, seemed a bit intoxicated, which made her quite bolder.
She swayed her glass at Li Jinfang and said, “Why are you hiding here?
I’m here because of psychological issues, I have social phobia.
What about you?
Are you sick too?”
The bottle was empty.
Li Jinfang did not speak but stood up, went to where the drinks were, and came back with two bottles of champagne.
After pouring a glass for Eliza, he said solemnly, “Yes, my heart is dead.” (To be continued.
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