晚上八点半，初晴背着沉重的贝斯走出乐器行。
初秋的晚风吹过西门町的街道，她的右手大拇指隐隐作痛，但隐藏在镜片後的双眼，却闪烁着前所未有的明亮光芒。
理科生最不怕的就是有公式的挑战。既然找到了训练肌r0U记忆的方法，那剩下的，就只是时间与毅力的叠加而已。两个月後，她会让那群高三学长姐知道，什麽才是真正的绝对低音。
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Chapter7:Weekend-NightBassLessons—andSpBootCamp
Crash—!
Bythetimethestmeasure’sresiduefadediherehearsalroom,Cra’srightindexandmiddlefingersweretremblingslightly.
EventhoughElianhaddeliberatelyslowed*DoNothing/Bitchsp*downto100BPM,eventhoughshe’dusedonlybasigerstyletocatchtherootnotes,withoutthedestructivepunchofsp—thekindofattackthatcouldactuallycutthrough—herlowendsoundedlikeitwastrappeduer,pletelyuopiercethatviolentwallofguitarsanddouble-kick.
Elianloweredhisguitar.Helookedatherfiips,flushedredfromoverexertion.Hedidn’tugh—heonlyheldoutanunopetleofwater.
“Fiyle’tcarrythissong,it?”Histonehadlostsomeofitscockyedge.Thissoundedmorelikeonemusitalkingtoanother.“al’ssoulistreatingthebasslikeapercussioninstrument.Youneedsp.”
Cratookthewaterwithuing.Asascestudent,shewasgoodatohingaboveall:admittingobjectivefacts.
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