Things went off track, for the One Day Kings and for Scudt.

Originally, they just wanted to delete an ordinary image of themselves accidentally appearing on the camera, proving that they are not a special person who can appear in other people's videos casually; but they fell into another incident in a roundabout way and were photographed with a whole ugly image.

Is this considered shooting oneself in the foot?

etc!

They didn't even know the real name of the girl, nor did they know if there was any cooperation between the girl and the Full Moon Party, and even the idea of ​​shooting a documentary itself was not further confirmed. If... if all this was a premeditated trap, a dusty band deliberately hit the car and created such an image to hype the topic and then step on his shoulders to get on the position?

Scudt couldn't help but shudder.

Thinking about it carefully, they seemed to know nothing, they were completely kept in the dark, and then they were fooled around and inexplicably fell into trouble.

Thinking of this, Scudt became even more angry. Since college, he has not been so embarrassed. His roaring voice has been distorted and deformed, and there is no relaxed freehand painting to control the overall situation. But after the anger has been vented, he waited for all the minions to leave and the bar has calmed down again. Scudt has regained his calmness and returned to his most familiar and accustomed to appearance.

Assuming that this is really a trap, how should he remedy it?

Also, whether this is a trap or not, he needs to let the band learn a lesson. They need to know that some people cannot be provoked at will.

However, the most important thing now is-

What about the documentary girl?

...

Alice had noticed the abnormality early on, and the surging atmosphere did not develop as expected. She tried to help the band, but found that they could not do anything, because Scudt really had absolute initiative. He was the existence they could not touch now, let alone shake or overthrow, they were the absolutely weak side.

What else can they do?

Alice was a little annoyed and angry. She felt that she shouldn't have lie. If Ronan and the others knew the whole story, they would not have made such an unprepared appearance. There would not be such a huge gap between expectations and reality. Then the situation might be a different matter.

But regret now is useless. What they need is a solution - no matter what, use the camera to complete the recording first, which is the most important thing.

Quite quietly, Alice's camera lens changed a little, and the protagonist of the image became Scudt and his friends.

Then, Alice noticed Ronan's gaze suggestion. Although she did not communicate directly with words and the meaning of her eyes was still ambiguous, Alice still understood Ronan's expression. Before Scutter noticed it, Alice was quietly preparing to retreat.

Finally, Alice even left the old Blacksmith Bar one step ahead of Ronan. She did not return to the backstage, but turned around and called a taxi and left.

Alice arrived at the motel one step ahead of the band members. She returned to Ronan's room first, sat on the mattress, and was furious. She always felt that she had messed up the band's interview opportunity, and she blamed herself in difficulty, and then tried to think of a solution, but had no idea, so she became more and more irritable.

Alice simply turned on the camera, looked at the picture I just recorded, and forced her brain to work and find a solution.

"Bang!"

The door of the room was pushed open heavily, and the dull sound could feel the anger and depression behind the movement. The dark and low air pressure rushed in like a dark cloud, and the narrow and stale room was instantly filled with violent air, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

Alice realized the subtlety of the situation, so she stood up silently, moved out of her position, leaving the space for the band members, and stood in the corner, trying not to interfere with and disturb the internal communications of the band.

Sure enough, they didn't even realize Alice's existence. Only Ronan looked at Alice, with a hint of worry in his eyes. After confirming that Alice had no problem, he also regained his attention because an uncontrollable storm was breaking out inside the band.

From Trastan's betrayal and abandonment, the band fell into a desperate situation, but because of Ronan's dissuasion and efforts, a faint glimmer of hope was rekindled. But now it seems more like a rebirth. Then, they fell vertically into the abyss without any chance of resistance.

And it is even darker and more desperate than three days ago.

Hope is a dangerous thing, because it always makes people expect, but after hope is shattered, they fall back into a more terrifying abyss.

If there is no hope, the band may accept their ending calmly, and turn around to the end of their seven-year struggle in regret and bitterness; but now, after touching hope briefly like a roller coaster, it rushed to the ground with all its might and crushed to pieces. The ultimate pain was crushed exponentially, heart-wrenching, and even the soul could feel this madness.

“We’re not good enough.”

Cliff's voice was as tight as a string that could be broken at any time. The suppressed emotions became even more terrifying and heavier because of the calm voice. It seemed that there was a thousand pounds of force in every word, and it was heavy to rush down. The air was instantly drained and fell into a state of weightlessness.

Cliff walked back and forth like a trapped beast, repeating the same words in a scattered manner, then turned to look at the band members, and kept emphasizing with a wide eyes, "Do you understand? We are not good enough! This is the ending! We have nothing to do."

"Cliff..." Maxim tried to make a sound, and Ronan also said, "This is not the end of the world..."

But Cliff had no room to breathe at all, "This is not the end of the world? This is the end! Haven't you heard their words? We are worthless! Do you understand? We have no talent, no talent, no ability, and no value. Garbage! We are garbage!"

"Cliff!" Ronan also raised his voice and stopped Cliff's self-pity, because Ollie stood in the corner of the room with a painful expression, not knowing what to do. The struggle between her eyebrows seemed to be completely swallowed by darkness at any time, and they needed to stop hurting themselves.
Chapter completed!