Rebirth in America

Just as Forrester watched the car drive away and slowly disappear. A girl next to him said: "What a pity, I wasn't chosen again! I want to meet Alex!"

"Haha, Alex won't have sex with you!"

"Yeah, I heard Alex never asked fans to do those things."

"Yes, he is still so young, is he still a virgin?"

A group of girls were chattering, and their voices were particularly loud and harsh in the night.

Only then did Forrester realize that the people waiting were all girls, some big and some small, some tall and some short, some fat and some thin. The only thing they have in common is that these women are all dressed up, as if they are going on a date.

The girls didn't care that there was a man there, they were talking a lot and sounded envious of those chosen.

At first, Forrester didn't understand what they were talking about, but gradually he understood.

It turns out that they are the so-called "Groupie". The newspaper said that there are some female fans who do everything possible to devote themselves to rock stars for money or fame. After watching it at that time, he felt that the reporter was exaggerating. How could there be so many women who were shameless and chased so-called celebrities to provide sexual services.

It is said that rock bands have to go on long and boring tours every year. Musicians rarely bring their girlfriends or wives with them on tours, because having flesh and blood as companions on the way can make boring performances more interesting. Therefore, some flesh and bones often accompany them as "band assistants".

The New York Times said: "The emergence of Boneskin was the most active and informal period of conceptual art in rock and roll."

There are also some women who have done bone and skin writing and said: "The word 'bone and bone' is not a bad word. The band respects girls very much. They regard us as muses and sources of inspiration."

Forrester thought that these things were just rumors and fabrications. He didn't believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. Through the conversations these girls had, he slowly learned what they were doing.

These girls can wait in front of the hotel all night. They don't ask for much. They are willing to do anything for the stars, sometimes even providing services in the parking lot. Once the opportunity arises, these girls will never let go of their prey.

"Jenny...oh! No, no, no!"

Forrester found it unbelievable that his wife would become a member of the "skin and skin". This made him feel so embarrassed that he would blame Jenny for letting herself sink and blame himself for neglecting his wife's needs.

He stood up and prepared to leave and go back to wait for Jenny. He thought that his wife would eventually return home. As long as there is still a chance, he will not give up easily.

Suddenly I heard a girl say angrily: "May those bastards be fucked to death by niggas! Do it! Do it!"

Forrest, who was a member of the Ku Klux Klan, was very sensitive to the word "nigger". He stopped for a moment, not associating the word with those girls. He soon figured it out, though, as the rest of the girls immediately followed suit.

"Haha! Don't you want those niggas to do the same thing?"

"That's not me, I'm looking for Alex!"

"Alex? He will definitely not come down to play with us!"

"Buddy is also good. He looks quite polite and honest. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looks like a college student."

"Oh, he might. But I've heard girls say that it's usually the two black guys, Chuck and Little Richard, who play the craziest things! As long as possible, they will try their best to Up all the women running to play.”

"Wow, are you that exaggerated? With so many girls, can the two of them stand it?"

"You don't know this, I have a best friend, she told me. She said, these two guys are simply not human, they are like pile driving machines when they fuck women, bang bang bang bang! bang bang bang bang! Keep going! Keep doing it until the woman can’t take it anymore.”

"You, stop talking, I'm making people wet down there..."

"Ha ha……"

Forrest's mind went blank. He slowly left amidst the laughter of these people, and he didn't know how he came back. The laughter of those women kept echoing in his mind, along with the word that made him sick: "Nigger!"

"Jenny...nigger...Jenny...nigger..."

He repeated these two words in his mouth, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness. He felt that his whole body had been insulted, as if his body and soul had been violated by a dirty nigger.

As a white supremacist racist, he can tolerate his wife's unfaithfulness to him, after all, he himself was at fault in the first place. But when he thought of the nigger he hated holding Jenny down, he felt waves of nausea coming over him, making him want to vomit.

At this time, he remembered his original intention of joining the Ku Klux Klan and the goal he fought for. What happened to him strengthened his belief.

"Niggers are bad, they are bad, they don't deserve to be in this world."

"Must...must destroy them all and clear them out!"

"If you love your country, you must hate niggas! Yes, you must hate niggas!"

"We must safeguard the honor of the white man. If we want to cleanse the shame, we must use blood and fire!"

Forrester sat quietly in the dark room, his mind running wildly. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt as if he had seen a road to a bright future, and for everyone to see it and take that road, they had to be clear about the obstacles in front of them.

Obviously, those niggas, like mosquitoes and flies, are the things that hinder white people from having a bright future. They must be burned away like weeds.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun outside rose and the sunlight shone on him. He felt as if he had awakened and saw the light emanating from his heart.

Forrester was bathed in the sunshine, as if he had been reborn. He planned to do something to celebrate. He thought this was not revenge, but a very beautiful ideal. The ideal of making the world a cleaner place.

As for Alex and the others, they knew nothing about the changes that had happened to Forrester, a KKK member. As usual, the band will arrive at the residence after the concert. The others went to play and fool around with some local girls as usual, but Alex still just looked at them without saying anything or joining them.

The continuous high-intensity performances made him feel a little hungry. Chuck and others had something to eat when they held an unobstructed meeting, but he didn't want to go and get the food. He was worried that he would eat something unclean. Who knows how crazy those people were playing.

"It's so late now and it might be too dangerous to go out to buy something to eat."

He asked his bodyguard to bring some late-night snacks over, and found that the local snacks in Atlanta didn't taste good at all. So I wanted the hotel chef to cook something to eat, but they had already gone home from get off work. Now there are only some sweets to eat, or some cold cuts.

"Is there any hot food? I want hot food!"

"Well, if you want to eat hot food, you have to cook it yourself."

"Okay then, you guys cook some hot food and serve it. Well, forget it, I'll do it myself."

Alex thought for a while and decided that he might as well go to the hotel's kitchen and look around, maybe he could find some delicious ingredients to make some dishes.

He is very speechless about Western food and has never been used to it. Normally he could hire some Chinese chefs to make things happen, but what he didn't expect was that today was so unlucky that the chef in the team got sick and had a cold, and the chef in the hotel was off work again.

"Oh, I can make enough food and clothing by myself!"

The touring team had already booked the entire hotel for convenience. There were so many of them.

After arriving in the kitchen, Alex rummaged around and found nothing delicious, so he could only make Kung Pao Chicken.

"Huh? Why is there a dog next to me looking at the chicken in my hand?"

The dog looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere. Fortunately, the dog was very quiet, squatting motionless in the corner, and did not pounce on anyone or bite anyone.

Alex soon found the dog in his memory, and he was a little surprised: "How come this dog actually ran from Houston to Atlanta?"

Yes, this dog is Janis's dog, the dog named A Chou.

"Hey, are you hungry? Let me give you a chicken leg first!"

Alex threw a chicken leg at it, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net immediately jumped up and bit it in the air. A Chou was very agile in his movements and ate very quickly. He ate the chicken leg in three or two strokes.

"Oh? You ate it all. Then I'll give you another chicken leg."

A Chou refused to accept anyone who came, and ate a chicken leg. After eating, he stared at Alex with his two big eyes, as if he still wanted to eat.

"Okay, okay. I'll leave the rest to you. Anyway, I'm just making a plate of Kung Pao chicken, so I don't need that many ingredients."

When he finished cooking, A Chou also ate up the chicken he threw out. He sat down with a smile and ate while it was hot.

"It's a pity that there is no rice, hey! Otherwise it would be perfect."

A Chou watched Alex eat without shouting or leaving. It stayed quiet all the time. If it hadn't moved its ears sometimes, others would have thought it was fake.

After eating, Alex had the energy to think about what was going on with the dog. Logically speaking, A Chou shouldn't be here, and he's not some magical dog. How could he be following them all the time?

"There must be a reasonable explanation, but I can't find it yet." Alex thought to himself.

"Forget it, dog, you can go wherever you like. I'm sleepy, so I'm going back to sleep."

After Alex was full, he went back to take a shower, let the food digest for a while, and then lay down to sleep. Touring is very tiring, and if he hadn't been exercising all the time, he might have collapsed a long time ago. Not only because of physical strength, but also mentally.