mtl008 Chapter 254 Bassist and Drummer
Chapter 254 Bassist and Drummer
"Everyone, thank you for your hard work tonight..."
After thanking and saying goodbye to the staff who had been responsible for her makeup and costumes over the past few days, Hai Ling removed her eye makeup and changed into ordinary clothes, carrying her bass bag and leaving the dressing room.
This cool girl who usually dresses coolly, behaves decisively and is looked up to by everyone, is now different from her usual casual self and instead seems a little confused.
Holding the bass in both hands, his back was still straight as usual, but because he suddenly didn't know where to go, he subconsciously looked around, with a hint of clear stupidity in his eyes, just like a college student standing at the cafeteria door after class, thinking about what to eat in the evening.
Ave Mujica's band work seems to have come to an end... Should I go to Chuhua's place? Ask if there's anything else I can do... Forget it, forget it, I feel like I'll be in trouble. Chuhua must be really pissed off by Ave Mujica at this moment.
I went to Mana's place to rehearse the lines for tomorrow's interview program... Oh, it's over. The agency ran away and the agent is nowhere to be seen.
Then go...
After thinking it over, Hai Ling decided to go back to the dressing room first. After all, standing in the middle of the road was really in the way, and at least Miao Meng, Ai Yin and the others were in the dressing room.
"I'm back... wooah."
Hai Ling was surprised. Although she was speaking in a very good tone, she was still a little shocked - there were two little Mus, one was 1.6 meters tall and the other had a great figure.
Wasn't Xiao Mu staying in the coffin on the stage and refusing to come out? Why was he here now?
"Haizi," the well-built Xiao Mu waved seductively at Hai Ling, who was standing at the door of the dressing room and blocking the way. The gentleness that seeped into his bones made Hai Ling instantly understand who this person was.
"Mai-chan, are you planning to dress up as Xiao Mu and learn guitar to take his place? What about the guy next to you? Are you two competing to see who looks more like Xiao Mu, or to see who's the guitarist?"
The person I'm talking about is naturally the young-looking Wakaba Mutsu who is sitting next to the charming Wakaba Mutsu and being served by two makeup artists. And it's obvious that the latter is more similar... at least in terms of figure.
It is actually very rare to have such an exaggerated good figure as Miao Meng, especially for a sixteen-year-old girl.
"What are you talking about, Haizi?" Miao Meng stood up and took Hailing's hand. Forget about the bass and all that for now; it would be fun to get Hailing to put on the same makeup as Xiaomu. Without further ado, Miao Meng began casting a spell on Hailing's face. "This is Liang, the blue-haired kid the doctor brought in this afternoon. Everyone's been playing with this, and Haizi can't be exempt from it."
Since there was no reason to resist, she just accepted it. Hai Ling simply lay quietly on the chair and let Miao Meng do whatever she wanted.
"Hatsuka and Mana are doing this too? Is there a prize for the top three imitators of Xiaomu?"
"Chuhua went to confront the boss, and Mana-chan was in charge of stopping us from interfering... Is Haizi short of money? Do you want me to lend you some?"
"Where are Aine-san and Ichiri-san? Don't tell me the doctor is also wearing makeup. I'll lose confidence if there are too many competitors."
"Haizi is really short of money, right? It's only the middle of the month, but he's already taking advantage of every opportunity to make some money... But Aine-san and Koichi are already gone. I heard the doctor assigned them a mission."
There is actually not much difference between Hailing and Xiaomu's faces. Just adjust the skin color and draw the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, and then you can wait to wear a wig. I don't know where Miaomeng got so many blue wigs.
"It's just like deploying troops." Hai Ling suddenly blurted out this sentence without any reason. Miao Meng couldn't understand it for a moment, and the movement of helping Hai Ling adjust the position of her wig paused.
"Huh? What do you mean by arranging troops?"
"Hey, doctor," Hai Ling looked at herself in the mirror, imitating Xiao Mu. Unfortunately, the temperament didn't match hers, so she won last place in the Wakaba Mu imitation competition. So, she carefully took off the wig and returned it to Miao Meng. "You've been arranging some inexplicable things, and basically no one understands."
"Yeah... Liang," Miao Meng suddenly turned to Liang, who was sitting next to her. Unexpectedly, it was Liang who most closely matched Xiao Mu's temperament. Should I say Liang actually has some acting talent? "Do you know why the doctor wanted you to dress up like Xiao Mu?"
Liang shook his head slightly, but his eyes were clear: "I don't know...but just do as you are told. The doctor won't hurt you."
After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Liang added righteously: "At least he won't hurt me."
"Hey, you're so confident, Liang. Do you feel at ease because doctors are all-knowing, all-powerful, and perfect men?"
Miao Meng felt a little emotional. This level of trust was really rare. If she were asked to do something so mindless, it would be fine if it was interesting, but if not, she would definitely not do it.
"This has nothing to do with trust or personality. This is... the empirical rules that I and everyone else have summarized."
Unexpectedly, Liang actually explained to Miao Meng with a serious face, and Hailing also leaned over with some curiosity to listen carefully.
"Empirical rules?"
"Yes, it's a rule of thumb—it's complicated, but the doctor genuinely cares about us. It's more like he's kind to everyone. He's just too reserved to express it, so his plans always seem nonsensical... He's a perfect example of an Asian father."
Hai Ling nodded in agreement: "I understand, it's a silent love like a mountain."
"Ah, after hearing what Liang and Haizi said, I almost want to call my dad... I miss my dad."
Miao Meng propped up her chin with a somewhat melancholy look, crossed her legs on her slender feet in high heels, slightly bent her slim waist, and casually took off her wig and threw it aside. She looked lazy but elegant, and her every move was full of charm.
"I always feel like coming to Tokyo to work hard but not being able to see my parents has lost its meaning... It's all because of Liang and Haizi saying these things. I'm so confused."
"Come to think of it," Hai Ling said, missing her mother a little. She might as well buy a bouquet of flowers and mail it back for Thanksgiving. If she has time, she could go home for dinner. It's okay to indulge her mother occasionally. "Liang, aren't you going to say anything? It's time to express gratitude for family."
"Then Miao Meng and Miss Hai Ling, please enjoy this silent love." Liang rolled his eyes at Miao Meng in annoyance, and his every frown and smile already carried some of Xiao Mu's usual immature childishness.
"Family love is a wonderful thing that not everyone can have, so you two should cherish it."
You can control the rhythm of two people with just one sentence. You are invincible, Yamada Ryo.
"I'll treasure it," Hai Ling said, feeling a bit bored in the dressing room. She stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash her face and remove her makeup. Although she still didn't know what she was going to do next, she felt much better after chatting with the two of them for a while. "Where is the doctor now? He's free anyway, so I'll see if I can help."
Hai Ling seemed to want to feel the doctor's unique silent love.
"Still on stage."
Ryo finally finished putting on her makeup, and she stood up and stretched with some relaxation, her bones crackling. This is how Ryo Yamada, a student whose bones tend to become loose as she gets older, feels.
"He should be watching Mu, but it's not the right time yet. Mu shouldn't appear so early."
Then let’s go and take a look at the stage - Hai Ling picked up her bass, quietly closed the door of the dressing room, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth.