Flea put her guitar case aside and took out her MusicMan StingRay bass.
Judging from their aura, the onlookers immediately realized that the newcomer was probably no ordinary person, and they automatically took two steps back, making way for them.
The defending guitarist looked up, flicked his curly hair to keep it from obscuring his sunglasses.
He was taken aback when he saw Flea's striking outfit, then suddenly grinned.
"Bro, did you pick those clothes out of a garbage dump?"
"What, did you get your hair done at a mental hospital?"
The match hadn't even started yet, but the first clash had already broken out between the two sides.
Clearly, no one benefited.
"Ha, you're quite something! Hurry up, I can't wait!"
He suddenly sprang to attention and began playing an exceptionally noisy solo, urging Flea to enter the game.
Flea was surprised by the impromptu catchphrase, but didn't waste any more time on it.
He glanced at the bass guitar that was tied to the machine with a plastic rope, reached out and unplugged the cable from it, then plugged it into his own bass guitar.
"Let's begin, any song will do."
"No need to pick anymore, let's play the first one, how about The Replacements' 'I Will Dare'?"
"Bring it on."
Select the music to officially enter the game.
Falling musical notes began to appear on the screen.
Flea was taken aback.
He couldn't see clearly because he was far away.
Now that he was actually standing in front of the screen, he could see that the situation on it was not what he had imagined.
It wasn't the familiar sheet music, but a graphic that was difficult to describe.
Four different colored blocks, each labeled with a different number.
It only took a second for the talented bassist to react.
The color corresponds to which string, and the number corresponds to which fret.
As for the more complex muted notes and other symbols, he can analyze them himself as soon as he hears the music, without even needing to read the score.
Giving the opponent ten seconds is a way for me to familiarize myself with the rules of the game.
Suddenly, in a split second, Flea's movements accelerated.
His hands flew across the fretboard, while his other hand plucked rapidly across the strings.
This scene caused the onlookers to gasp in shock.
A wild bassist at max level randomly spawned by the roadside!
This rare species, far fewer than guitarists, was right in front of them, engaged in a heated exchange with another guitarist whose skills were in no way inferior.
Although the two were playing the same song together, there was a tense atmosphere between them, clearly indicating that neither was willing to concede to the other.
"Is this playing the piano or fighting?!"
Two people, with completely different playing styles, yet they created a perfect musical piece together.
For a moment, the entire arcade felt like a rock band performance venue.
The high-powered speakers transmitted the bass's low frequencies without reservation, easily penetrating the seemingly indestructible concrete.
The characters on the screen are jumping around at high speed.
"All perfect" means that their rhythm was flawless even at such a high speed.
The performance, lasting just over three minutes, left all the onlookers with a strange feeling that they hadn't had enough.
It was as if they were genuine fans who came to attend the performance.
The screen displayed their scores as usual.
[Slash-100%/Unnamed-100%]
[A fantastic performance!]
The store was silent for a few seconds.
Then, someone in the crowd broke the silence.
"Ouch"
The sound was like a switch being flipped, and only then did the others realize what was happening.
In an instant, the entire crowd erupted in cheers, a deafening roar of applause and whistles that turned the place into a live band performance.
The guitarist with the ID Slash looked at Flea with a change in his gaze.
"That's interesting, who the hell are you?"
Flea smiled and followed the on-screen instructions to enter her stage name.
Flea Red Hot Chili Peppers
"Ha, you play in a band? That makes me not so surprised."
Slash looked at him in surprise before reaching out to shake his hand.
"Slash, Guns N' Roses' Roses."
"Hmm... never heard of it."
"Hehe, you'll hear it soon. Our first album won't be released for another few months."
The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
Such a thoroughly enjoyable and exhilarating exchange completely dispelled Flea's previous frustration.
He turned to look at the arcade machine " Rocksmith " that had created a miracle, his eyes sparkling with wonder.
"Incredible—can video games really achieve this?"
This unique method of chart representation seems tailor-made for video games.
For FIea, who is used to reading sheet music, this thing was a bit hard to accept at first, but now that she has gotten used to it, she finds it quite interesting.
Even Flea had a feeling----
Playing with this is much more fun than practicing alone in the recording studio.
It perfectly counteracts the most negative thing about practicing the piano—boredom.
Most people who quickly quit after getting into the hobby are probably due to the tedious and boring practice during the learning period.
But that's the process of learning.
On a whim, some people impulsively spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on a piano, which leads them to underestimate its learning difficulty.
Ultimately, this will result in having a rather eye-catching decorative item in your home, as well as a prop that friends can use to show off when they come over.
Learning is always tedious; not everything provides the immediate positive feedback and enjoyment that games do.
Whether it's learning an instrument or anything else, it's a process of delayed gratification.
Voluntarily giving up immediate gratification for long-term rewards is a burden not everyone can bear for something purely hobby without any coercion.
This seems to be an eternal truth.
Even a prodigy like Flea needs to practice for several hours a day to reach her current level.
But Rocksmith seems determined to defy convention.
It completely ignored this objective law that should exist, and arrogantly announced to everyone, "I said this process can be very interesting, do you understand?"
Start with the simplest difficulty level, clumsily try your best to keep up with the score, and learn how to hold the strings and press the strings.
As proficiency increases, even a beginner can manage to achieve a surprisingly good result.
This is extremely important.
Because it can maintain that hard-won enthusiasm and that fleeting passion that could easily fade away.
Perhaps after he's done playing, he'll just leave the bass guitar to gather dust when he gets home.
But whenever I think of this game, a surge of motivation always tells me, "Let me practice some more and give it a try."
Not to mention how many people who were originally uninterested in these things can be helped to fall in love with them.
This is simply a miracle.