Pedro was not a fool. He just didn't react for a while. As a result, he quickly understood the trouble of Hugo and Alfonso and rolled his eyes. But when he came back to his senses and thought about it carefully, the reporters were indeed croaking like crows, which also made Pedro laugh and also "croaked" to learn to croak the crows. This trouble made the depression caused by the reporter's surrounds just now disappear.

"Hugo, what if these reporters bother you again?" Neil also had a smile on his face, but he was more considerate.

Hugo curled his lips, "Just ignore it. I have given the answer they want, so I don't want to have anything to do with them next." More importantly, he didn't want to cooperate with Uma's hype at all.

Actually, when I think about Uma's remarks this time, Hugo couldn't help but feel a little funny. Uma was so nonsense to make herself jump out to refute, or was she really thinking this in her heart: the breakdown of the relationship between the two of them was really a mistake in Hugo! However, Hugo thought it should be the former. Uma was a smart woman. She knew what she wanted, so she deliberately made up such an unreliable lie to anger herself.

But, looking back, how many things were lies during the time when the two of them were dating? During the filming visit, the premiere of "Yihai Xiongfeng", the romantic dinner that moved him... This is a ridiculous thing. When a relationship is filled with lies, what is real in life?

"Your love is just a lie, there is nothing but a lie!" Hugo hummed softly, in a playful tone, but at this time Hugo no longer cared about it, but he felt that Uma had destroyed the last little good things in that memory, which was really sad and ridiculous. Hugo didn't feel regretful, but he was a little curious about what kind of mentality Uma did to start the hype this time, but he wouldn't ask for the answer because he didn't want to know.

Al Bar is full of various rock bands, and the warehouse behind it is a base for many bands to practice all year round, so you can see many veterans in the underground rock circle of Los Angeles when you stand on the street, which has become the most distinctive scenery of Poor Street.

Unfortunately, most of the reporters who stayed near Al Bar today are film reporters, and they really have some understanding of music. Moreover, these are underground rockers, which are even more unfamiliar to the reporters, so this scenery has no meaning to them, which has to be said to be a regret.

But even so, six reporters remained there. Among them, James Rut, a reporter from the "US Weekly", arrived later. He missed the moment when the reporters surrounded Hugo, but he saw Anthony Stewart turn and leave, which made James' alarm bell. In contrast to Anthony, as a paparazzi, James has a good impression of Hugo. Although he also takes it as his responsibility to dig out gossip, he is more willing to report Hugo's positive image, not only because such news can be sold well, but also because James is willing to believe Hugo.

For example, the incident of Uma's revelation this time, putting aside the content of Uma's revelation, there is no substantial evidence at all. Just look at Hugo's first reaction, you can tell that Uma's words are not necessarily true. Moreover, James just heard his colleagues talk about Hugo's reaction just now, which more and more confirmed James's idea. So, looking at Anthony's back as he left proudly, James chose to stay. He still wanted to see how things went. If possible, he was willing to defend Hugo.

James has been here for more than five hours, and the waiting team of six people has shrunk to four. The band's practice is likely to last all day, or even all night long. Hugo and others entered the warehouse from morning to afternoon, but still did not come out. This is really normal, but James still doesn't want to leave, so he still wants to wait and see. In fact, in order to keep a piece of news, he stayed for more than twenty hours. This level is nothing at all. One of the most important qualities of paparazzi is patience, second only to their keen intuition.

At two o'clock, the warehouse door opened. Hugo walked out with a guitar on his back and a jazz drum in his hand. He was filled with a strong smile on his face. Then there were those strange faces. Five young people each carried musical instruments and walked out laughing happily. It can be seen that they were in a good mood, and Hugo was not affected by the morning reporter's siege at all.

The four reporters originally wanted to surround him, but when they saw five people on the other side, the balance of strength was somewhat inappropriate. The two taxis stopped at the door of Al Bar. They were busy putting the instruments on the taxi. James reacted first and ran to the place where he parked. Then the remaining three paparazzi turned around and ran towards his car. There was no value in surrounding him here, because Hugo would get on the car soon, so it would be wise to follow him.

The taxi drove all the way, and soon stopped near Hollywood Avenue. Five young people carried their instruments and found an open space near highland.ave, and placed the instruments one by one. This was really obvious. Hugo and others were going to perform on the street here. This was about 300 yards from the Chinese Theater, a little distance from the most lively area on the street, but it was not too remote. It was a good location for newcomers performing.

The five young people in the band were busy. In Los Angeles and New York, if you want to perform on the street, you must apply for qualifications. Not everyone can perform on the street stalls. The patrol officer will check. Only performers registered in the city hall can stand on the street. This is also a certain degree of regulation for street performance. However, a long time ago, Neal and others obtained the performance qualification, so this is not a problem. It is just that today is the first time the band tried the waters, and the audio, power supply and other problems must be solved one by one, which makes the five people a little busy.

James and others finally found a place to park. It was not easy to find a suitable parking lot nearby. When they arrived again, Hugo and others were ready and were debugging with their respective instruments in their arms.

It was not yet three o'clock, and it was the hottest time of the sun. Although it was early June, the California sun still allowed people to appreciate its powerful power, so there were not so many tourists on the street. It is estimated that in half an hour or an hour, you can see the bustling and noisy scene on the streets.

The corner occupied by Hugo and others did not attract much attention. The tourists on the street did not realize that Hugo Lancaster was standing there preparing for the performance. In their eyes, they just saw a team preparing for the performance, so naturally they had no value to stop.

James ran up quickly, hoping to have a first interview before the band started the performance. After the performance started, it would be more troublesome, and it would probably have to wait for a long time. The other three paparazzi obviously had the same idea and followed closely behind.

"Hey, Hugo!" James shouted first.

Hugo looked back and recognized the other person, and waved his hand with a smile, "Hey, James, good afternoon." James was about to speak, but Hugo took the lead, "I won't accept an interview at this time, I'm working." Hugo pointed to the instrument next to him, and then said with a firm look.

James stood there with a depressed look on his face and wanted to speak. The other reporters did not have James' concerns and asked directly, "Hugo, what does it mean to respond to Uma's remarks just now? Don't you want to answer positively?"

As a result, Hugo didn't even look at a glance and turned around and continued to join the discussion. The streets were coming and going, and it was very noisy, so the paparazzi's questions were just part of the noise, so there was no need to pay attention to it. This made the three paparazzi very dissatisfied. One of them turned around and left. The remaining two people and James looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to stay and continue to guard, holding the only glimmer of hope.

"What? No, you must be joking with me." Hugo looked at Alfonso and said incredibly, but Alfonso looked serious, and Neil, Fokin, and Pedro next to him were also serious. Hugo looked at the sky speechlessly, "Guys, that's just what I sang casually just now. We have only practiced it a few times. How could it be used as the first song we performed on the street?"

"You said that you just sing casually, and it's perfect for opening your voice to warm up your body." Alfonso proposed this plan, and he was naturally the most active. "And there are not many audiences around now. We can have fun and then slowly get into the state. Isn't that great?"

"Besides, isn't this song great to hit back at the crows behind you?" Pedro said excitedly, and he began to rush to his feet.

Hugo was so amused and laughed, "Neil, Fujin, you won't lose your mind, right? I can't remember the song just now. I just sang it casually and played it. Don't everyone use it as an vent exercise?"

"Yes, then let's play on the street again." Neil shrugged and stood on Alfonso's side, which made Hugo very helpless. Hugo could only look at his last hope, Fujin.

But unexpectedly, Fujin said seriously, "I think this song is really the right way. It suits your current mood, our current state, the group of crows behind you, and the woman who keeps hyping in the media. So, why not?"
Chapter completed!