钟好好以为花粥会像那些摇滚乐手一样把吉他摔在舞台上。她的心提到嗓子眼,害怕他那样做,因为那样,校长一定会沉着脸转身离开,隔天间操的训诫时间,花粥会得到一个处分。花粥因为留长发得到过一个处分。再来一个的话……还好,花粥在声嘶力竭吼出最后一个音符后,抱着吉他蹲在了舞台上,像一尊雕塑,好久一动不动。底下的观众也像是被施了魔咒一样傻在那里,几秒钟过后,掌声潮水一样响起来。钟好好提着的心落回原处,她一步二步如同踩着滑板鞋跑到台上,拉了拉花粥的衣服,悄声说:“喂,下去啦!” The clock is so good that the porridge will throw the guitar on the stage like the rockers do. Her heart mentioned his throat, afraid of him doing so, because that, the principal must be turned away and calm face, training the day after the training time, porridge will be a punishment. Porridge because of long hair have been a punishment. One more remark ... Fortunately, the porridge in the hoarseness after the last note, holding a guitar squatting on the stage, like a sculpture, for a long time motionless. The audience below was also stupid like a spell, and after a few seconds the applause rang. The clock was well carried back to the original heart, she walked step by step on the stage as skateboarding shoes, pulled the porridge clothes, whispered: “Hey, go on!”