Neil looked at Pedro who was walking nervously in front of him, and from time to time turned his eyes to look at the crowds outside the window, "Pepe, are you worried that there are too few or too many viewers outside?"

The band arrived at Amoeba Records early. They were not big-name bands with huge fans, so they naturally arrived at the scene in advance to prepare. Although more than 10,000 audiences were gathered at the last stop of the Hollywood Amphitheater tour, it was a special occasion. Samora and other loyal fans called for the organizer of that event. In fact, in normal times, the performance of Glory to the death was only one at most, so they did not make any presets about the liveliness of the first day of the album’s release.

To be honest, the band chose Berkeley, a city that developed around college, as the first stop for the promotion of the new album release. This incident itself is already a maverick. Compared with big cities like San Francisco and Los Angeles, Berkeley's attention has obviously dropped by more than one level.

But unexpectedly, when the band arrived at the record store, fans were already waiting at the door. Now only twenty minutes have passed, and the crowd outside has completely blocked the door of the record store. It is estimated that people who have classes in the school today will take a detour.

Pedro glared at Neil depressedly, opened his mouth to express his nervous mood, but he couldn't say anything. Of course, he was not worried about the audience's problems, but about the next performance. Although he had experienced so many performances before, he was inevitably filled with excitement and tension before each performance. Today, this emotion is particularly obvious. Faced with the fact that the first album is about to be released, his mentality is inevitably fluctuating.

Neil looked at Pedrona's depressed eyes and laughed lowly, and signaled to Hugo, who was discussing with the clerk by the side, "You should look at Hugo, that guy is like entering heaven."

Not only Pedro, but Alfonso and Fujin next to him also looked up at Hugo. Hugo was excitedly holding a vinyl record, discussing enthusiastically with the clerk, and then hugging the vinyl record tightly in his arms, as if he had dug up a treasure.

Fujin muttered next to him, "I think he would like to move all this store home."

"He has the financial resources now, can he buy this store." Henry looked at the lack of a place to rely on or sit around, and stood impatiently with his shoulders hanging down.

Fujin curled his lips, "He just wanted to move all these records home, and the record is the key." As a teammate and neighbor, Fujin couldn't understand Hugo's love and persistence for vinyl records. He once went into Hugo's room to read the simple bookshelf, and the entire simple bookshelf was stuffed with vinyl records and classical literature books, which looked spectacular. Many of them were found by Hugo in various places while the band was touring.

At this time, not only Pedro, but Alfonso's expression also seemed a little nervous and his smile became slightly stiff. Fujin had not changed much, but his constant erratic eyes also showed that he was a little absent-minded. Neil was the same. He forced himself to divert his attention and used his words to calm his inner emotions abnormally. If it were normal, standing in such a treasure house, he and Fujin would have started to search for the albums they wanted to collect, but now neither of them has the intention.

Even Henry was like this. On the surface, Henry seemed impatient just because he had no place to sit down, but in fact his tight shoulders and stiff muscles leaked his inner misunderstandings.

In any case, today is the day when the first album of Honor to Death was released. Whether it was the success of the previous tour or the recognition of underground rock music, it was finally left to the market to decide. Simply put, it is the sales of the album. If the sales volume of the album does not meet the expectations of Eididay Records, the future of the band will be uncertain. There may be a next album, but everything will be even more unpredictable; maybe there will be no next one.

Many bands are disdainful of business and believe that "pleasing" the market is an insult to music. But the fact is that music does not need to please the market, but it must be recognized by the market. Even if it is only a narrow market like 10,000 people, it must be recognized by a specific group so that music can survive. Otherwise, a kind of music that no audience wants to appreciate at all, and even a sales of 10,000 cannot be sold, so what is the future?

So, whether it is a band member or Henry Bloom, the expectation, tension and hesitation in his heart suddenly surged up. Will those fans who like music to the death be willing to pay for the album? Or are they just joining in the fun? What kind of evaluation will their music get? Will professional music critics abandon it, and will professional fans cheer for it? All this is uncertain, which makes the beats of the heartbeat involuntarily disordered.

Only Hugo, after entering the record store, he fell into a selfless mood and stepped into this ocean of music excitedly. At first, he called his teammates to discuss it, but then he simply abandoned them, and occasionally cheered for digging out his favorite vinyl record.

In fact, Hugo was also nervous inside. After all, this was an important turning point in his pursuit of rock in eleven years. When hobbies turned into jobs, inspiration turned into albums, and interest turned into careers, everything was originally just something he enjoyed, but now he had to accept the market and be tested by professionals. Even if they would not change themselves because of market demand and would not retreat because of criticism from professionals, their uneasiness was still indescribable.

But Hugo is no longer the situation when he just traveled through time. At that time, Hugo was like a fox walking on the ice. He had to take steps carefully, always worrying whether the ice surface under his feet would suddenly crack and fall into infinite cold darkness. Now Hugo has enough experience and courage. He is nervous and nervous, he is nervous and he is even afraid, but he can face all this calmly.

What's more, these vinyl records are precious enough to allow Hugo to offset all negative emotions. Hugo is now holding the classic vinyl record "Missing You (Missing Sex. Inducement)" released in 1984 by John Waite.

John was the lead singer of the famous hard rock band the.babys in the 1970s and the short-lived band bad.english in the late 1980s. Although neither of these two bands survived for a long time, they all had many classic songs. As the lead singer of these two bands, John Waite had no doubt about his strength.

This song "Missing You" is a classic British rock song. The melody with a hint of sadness in the warmth is unforgettable. It is also one of John's most famous songs as a solo singer.

Hugo rubbed the cover of the vinyl record with his palm, his eyes full of care and nostalgia. Although digital music in the 21st century is very convenient, it is far less than a tape in preserving the quality of music, let alone vinyl records. This is the most authentic music. Hugo used to dream of owning a special study or studio, with a whole bookcase filled with all kinds of books, and countless vinyl records. When he was leisure, he used a phonograph to play a vinyl record, held a book, and matched a cup of coffee to spend an afternoon. This kind of life is simply paradise.

"Hugo, there is someone there who said he is your assistant, but he has no work card. Can you confirm it?" The voice of the staff next to him interrupted Hugo's obsessed look.

"Assistant?" Hugo raised his head in confusion, and then saw Samora standing at the door of the record store, waving his hand at himself with an excited and anxious expression on his face. Samora's huge and huge body was particularly conspicuous even in the crowd. This surprised Hugo. He thought Samora would not start working this weekend, and today it was Thursday, why did Samora appear, "Oh, yes, he is my assistant, but..."

Hugo still held the vinyl record in his hand and was unwilling to let go, so he walked straight to the door, "Hey, Samora, why did you show up?"

After receiving the signal, the staff at the door put Samora in. Samora turned around and explained to Eli, Liam, Andy and other familiar faces, and then ran in happily, "I have discussed with my family and come to work early from today. I don't want to miss this historical moment."

Pedro, Neil and others also came over and greeted Samora affectionately. Hugo gave Samora a big hug, "That would be better, I think Henry will be very happy." Hugo looked back at Henry and welcomed Henry's slightly puzzled look. Hugo quickly explained, "This is my assistant Samora Casvi, who will take office today. However, the band can also be explained. I think you will be much more relaxed in the next period of time. Samora, this is my music agent, Henry Bloom, there are many things to follow his instructions in the future and then feedback to me."

Henry indeed showed a satisfied smile. He had always complained about Hugo's lack of an assistant, which was very troublesome to his work. Now it has finally been solved. "It just so happens that you can go out and communicate with the sound engineer and the others. Are you ready? Then tell the fans in the audience that the performance will start after five minutes."

Henry just finished introducing the article. However, Samora didn't mind at all. He wanted to get into work earlier. "Five minutes? That's great!" Samora walked out excitedly after only two minutes into the record store.

Then Henry turned around and looked at the excited and nervous band members, "Don't worry, the stage belongs to your world, you can handle it." He comforted the members lazy and simply, not like a spiritual voice at all, but the effect was very obvious. Then Henry pointed to the vinyl record in Hugo's arms, "Leave it to me, I'll give it to your assistant later."
Chapter completed!