能演不了了。”VK优雅的把烟按到了烟灰缸里。
“演不了了？”陆天宇惊奇的看着VK。
“他是这么说的。我也不知道怎么回事。”
陆天宇掏出了手机，姚远关机，秦飞不接。但好歹联系上了阿齐和纪平。他们说一会儿准时到。
“今天可能就3个人演。”陆天宇挂了电话看着VK。
“能行吗？”
“没问题，不过可能今天得以摇滚乐为主了。就我、贝司和鼓手能来。”
“吉他怎么办？”VK盯着陆天宇问。
“我来。”陆天宇说着跳上了舞台。
“行吧。什么音乐无所谓。能演就行。你们都快成我这儿的招牌了。”VK撂下这句话转身出了吧台，指挥伙计们干活儿去了。
陆天宇搬了一把高脚凳上来，拿起秦飞留在这里的吉他开始调音。
店里还没有客人。灯光很黯淡。
陆天宇弹着吉他轻轻唱起了歌。
“Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
I promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now,
I'm in too deep; there's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
And everything seems cut