Rehearsal in progress

It was a rainy day, but the weather did not stop the band members from rehearsing.

They came to rehearse with joy.

SophieOk,everyone,let's start to rehearsal.

SophieThis song is a little difficult for you.,Mike.Show me what you've been practicing.

Sophie said,with secretly looking forward to it.

The band members looked at him expectantly.

Mike walked confidently onto the stage.

In an instant, the light focused on the boy. He was wearing a black vest and ripped jeans, his hair swaying with the rhythm. His feet were firmly on the pedals, his hands flying over the drum like clouds of water.

Every strike is precise and powerful, the drumsticks seem to come alive in his hands, sometimes leaping lightly, other times striking swiftly. His body moves with the rhythm of the music, leaning forward at times, leaning back at others, each movement brimming with a sense of timing. Sweat trickles down his forehead, glistening under the spotlight.

When it came to the climax, he suddenly stood up and struck the drum with his hands, making a deafening sound. He seemed to be in the center of the stage, exuding a charming aura.

The band members smiled sincerely and clapped their hands rhythmically to the music. This was not only a polite response, but also an appreciation and resonance from the heart.

MikeI am try my best to let you fee free to talk.

SophieYou are the best!My god!I am so happy that our band have you.