He hurriedly ran out of the hall, and the four of them looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with Wei En.

Two days later, Benson was rehearsing in the hall and was called to the door by Wei En. When Benson came out, he saw a metal shelf that he had never seen before. Five small and large boxes were fixed on the shelf with iron rings.

There are different barrel-shaped snare drums, and a waist-high big drum is placed next to the stand.

"What is this?" Bensent looked surprised.

Wei En had a proud smile on his face and did not answer. He walked to the shelf and clapped his hands back and forth. The sound of a drum that was thick and loud but not entirely consistent in scale rumbled out. Benson suddenly opened his mouth and said,

No words can come out.

Wei En took out two round wooden sticks and threw them to Benson: "Come and try."

Benson looked down at the board and asked, "What is this?"

"This is called a drum stick, used to beat the drum."

Benson came to the drum set and tried to play a few drum sounds. He was surprised and delighted and said: "God, this is really a treasure."

Wei En smiled and said: "With this drum kit, you can compose a set of drum songs with distinctive rhythms and full of changes to match the melody of the band, instead of being limited to just one drum."

Benson said: "Yeah, it's just a little difficult to control so many drums at once. It will take me a while to master it."

"Well, you can figure it out on your own how to play. We still have some time, so you need to get familiar with it as soon as possible, and then practice coordinating with the band."

Benson nodded excitedly, his eyes sliding from one drum head to another, as if he had discovered a bucket of yellow gold coins. Suddenly, he asked a copper disc next to the drum: "What is this?"

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"This is called a crash cymbal. It's often used to make the ending sound of a drum song. Try hitting it."

"shake……"

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Chapter completed!