King of Stage

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

Above the eardrums, there is still a group of noisy sounds. It feels like burying your head in a pool and singing. The gurgling sound cannot be transmitted at all, but the melody and singing sound echo in your mind, like The Little Mermaid In general, the singing can be soul-stirring.

Like a fairyland, it is fascinating.

I don't want to die young, there are so many things to do...

As he sang, his eyes became moist, and all the sorrow, pain, and bewilderment surged up in an instant, defeating Ronan's defenses.

Ollie Love, you big idiot, didn't you say there's still a lot to do? Didn't you say you don't want to die young? Didn't you say that you don't want to force yourself to smile for the camera? Then you should stand up and keep singing! Then you should run wildly and continue chasing your dreams!

You are the one who should get rid of the bondage, embrace freedom and prove that all three of us have changed and only you are still holding on to the dream!

But why did you step on the brakes?

Ronan, how about we start a band?

Ha, because I like to hear you sing.

I listen to Ronan, and I listen to Ronan.

Ronan, tell me, will we stand on the stage of the Staples Center concert one day and sing to our heart's content in front of 30,000 spectators?

Performance is really a very happy and happy thing.

Don't laugh, I really believe that music can change life and change the world, ah! Ronan! I'm serious.

The fool who believes that music is infinite gems, the dreamer who longs to shine on the world's top stage, the Don Quixote who sincerely loves music and performances but never asks for more, the one who protects dreams with practical actions and The knight standing steadfastly behind the band—

Just left.

Ronan closed his eyes in pain, but he still couldn't stop the hot tears from filling his eyes, his mouth full of bitterness, but his smile bloomed.

Blooming proudly.

Please rest assured, Ollie, I have not given up and will not give up, it belongs to our dream, I will continue to chase it, carry your passion and faith on my back, keep running, keep fighting, keep going,

Until the end of time, and when my time also ends, we will meet again on the other side of the world, and play our dreams together.

Sadness and pain were still raging, but the wanton smile revealed the enthusiasm from the heart, and then Ronan burst out laughing——

Just like Ollie.

Unreservedly, unscrupulously, he laughed loudly, the deafening, earth-shattering exaggerated smile burst directly at a level comparable to a weapon.

Vaguely, Ronan seemed to be able to see Ollie on the opposite side of the dining table, just like himself, laughing loudly, leaning forward and backward, almost falling under the table, but he grasped the edge of the table with both hands to stabilize his body, After being dazed, he laughed even louder, until tears came out.

Then, Ronan stood up abruptly, turned around and strode towards the piano in the corner of the hall.

That piano has been forgotten and dusty for a long time. Although the staff in charge of cleaning will clean and maintain it regularly, the black and white keys seem to be lifeless. There is no dust, but it is still dusty, as if all the brilliance has dimmed.

Ronan sat down in front of the piano, a little unfamiliar, because it was really too long, too long; but more familiar, the arc of the corner of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, his hands were placed on the black and white keys freely, but he didn't rush. Play immediately.

Fingertips, lightly moving back and forth between the keys, with a slight distance, feel the luster and the surge of air above the keys, each key and note are silently gurgling in the mind, even the most The basic notes are as clear and moving as the sounds of nature.

One, and another.

Until I got to know each key again, I seemed to feel that the strings deep in my heart were being plucked, and then my fingertips fell on the keys.

thump.

The clear and clean key sounds ring in my ears.

He heard it.

Ronan was a little unclear whether he had really heard it, or the imprint left in his subconscious hinted that he had heard it, but this was no longer important, because the melody flowing deep in his mind fell down his fingertips, and then It evolved into the sound of the keys, tinkling on the eardrum.

Happiness sprouts quietly like this, as if after a severe winter, you finally can’t wait to drill out of the hard soil, catching the quiet spring breath in the air with the tender green bud tips, cheering and calling for the golden sunshine, even though it is still snowy , the world is already different.

You don't know your own heart, and you can't find a place to rest it. (Note 1)

Melody, flow.

Singing, blooming.

After a lapse of four months, Ronan sang again, the voice from the depths of the soul was gently pulling, so natural and so smooth.

This is not the song that Ollie wrote just now, but a brand new track, condensed and formed in the mind, and flowed out along the fingertips.

I went into the house you grew up in, and that was the chance you gave me. I saw your brother reading, your sister sleeping peacefully, and we enjoyed parodies online together.

thump.

thump thump.

Clear and bright key sounds, without any modification or need for any modification, accompanied by emotional surges, the gradually louder and more powerful key sounds can deeply feel the gushing emotions, a little bit sad, a little bit bright, a little bit The sigh was relieved a little bit, floating in the air.

I don't know how much you long for me to understand the past you buried, and I don't know that your hands are no longer able to bear those burdens...

Then, gently, shallowly, humming like this.

I don't know how many words I have recorded in my heart but I have never said it to you...

The slightly raised high notes did not release or burst, just like a kite floating above the clouds, trying to embrace the sun with open arms, but there was a hint of heartbreak in the gentle turning and blooming, no collapse or roar, just Gently flowing and surging.

Then, fall gently again.

If I knew how to hug you, I would.

Gently, Ronan closed his eyes, hiding the turbulence in the depths of his eyes, the warmth in his eye sockets was blocked before he had time to release, and he fell into darkness, and then danced along his fingertips, turning into Make notes one by one, showing all the wounds.

Sight, smell, touch, and taste are all turned off at this moment, and only the sense of hearing is turned on. The gurgling black and white key sounds seem to be able to hear the trivial sounds of the soul falling apart and gathering sand into towers. All turned into the power of fingertips, injected into notes.

The melody, with wings, soars wantonly in the golden sunshine and the strong wind outside, and the world is gorgeous.

Note 1: If I Knew How To Hold You (If-I-Knew-How-To-Hold-You - Andrew-Belle)