King of Stage

tick tick tick tick...

In a blink of an eye, two hours passed like this. It was already early in the morning, and the motel was still noisy and noisy, but their mood had been turned upside down, from the anxiety of anticipation to the anxiety of doubt to the relaxation of giving up, and now they entered on the verge of giving up.

Because they may really be waiting for Godot, a character who will never appear.

Ronan's state of mind has always remained peaceful, not because he didn't expect it, but because he waited too much in the previous life. Most of the time he had to get used to waiting in the dark, only himself, if he let anxiety and fear and other negative If emotions get the better of him, he might go crazy.

In fact, Ronan was also nervous, but during the waiting process, he knew how to coexist with those negative emotions.

"Are we just going to wait endlessly like this?" Cliff's voice was a little uneasy and hesitant, not so much looking forward to an answer, but rather venting his emotions.

"Maybe, maybe not." Ronan said a Shakespeare-style remark, and then laughed, "Cliff, we should be glad that at least, this kind of waiting can see the end, maybe in two more years. Hours, we'd give up; that's a lot easier than a future we can't see."

"..." Cliff let out a long breath: Indeed, this kind of waiting is actually not tormenting, because there are only two answers, either true or false, but the future of the band has too many possibilities , and that kind of uncertainty is the most bewildering and confusing.

Therefore, people always say that hope is very precious, but it is also the source of pain.

"Perhaps, things like this are really much simpler..." Cliff also sighed, but before the words fell completely, the public phone next to him rang loudly.

Jingle Bell!

Jingle Bell!

This is the kind of old-fashioned retro telephone ringtone from the 1980s. It is deafening. All animals within a kilometer are startled. It is the kind that often appears in horror movies. Once it appears, it means death, which often makes people shudder.

Both Cliff and Ronan were taken aback, even Alice, who was a little further away, was startled, and their eyes were all projected towards the phone.

Cliff jumped up all of a sudden, looking excitedly at the ringing landline phone, but his footsteps were fixed in place, and he didn't dare to step forward easily——

What if it's a scam? Or, what if it was true, but the memory of facing Scooter came back and he screwed up again?

Cliff's muscles froze in place.

"Cliff?" Ronan stood up a little too late, and gave Cliff a look.

Cliff glanced at Ronan, with a light smile on his calm expression, obviously not affected too much, he immediately raised his head to Ronan and signaled, "You take it."

Ronan's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

Cliff had no time to hesitate, "Hurry up", otherwise the other party would get impatient and hang up the phone?

Ronan didn't refuse any more, turned around, grabbed the receiver, and picked it up, "Good evening, this is Ronan Cooper."

After finishing speaking, Cliff patted his forehead in frustration, jumped on the spot, and repeated to Ronan, "Band Band Band" because the other party didn't know Ronan's name.

But the voice in Ronan's ear was slightly different, "Ronan... Cooper... er, wait, you're the lead singer of Kings One Day... er, lead singer, right? Sorry, I'm Sorry for the confusion, but ... anyway, Ronan Cooper, good evening, John Mack here."

How should it be described?

The beginning of the call was a bit rambling and confusing, and there were many, many other trivial information,

But in Ronan's view, it really didn't look like a scam call.

"I was expecting your call, but I didn't expect to get a phone number. Don't you know that this is a very rude behavior and may cause you to lose this important opportunity?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped Get up in awe, although there is no thunderous questioning, it is not far away.

Instead, Ronan calmed down and said sincerely, "Sorry, we thought it was a scam spam. To be honest, my first thought was to throw the mail in the trash."

"Haha." The solemn atmosphere was suddenly broken, and a chuckle sounded, "I don't like such doubts, you should know that I will never make fun of work; but... I can understand. You must also understand my situation, I can’t find the contact information of your agent, otherwise all the situations can be resolved through the agent’s contact.”

The agent can not only be in charge of contacting, but also confirm the relevant situation through inside information of the industry, such as whether Bruno Mars really needs an opening band temporarily; for example, whether John Mark's identity is true, and so on.

"Totally understand!" Ronan said briskly, "So the situation has become complicated, but now it has become simpler again."

The punned answer successfully made John chuckle, "Indeed, things are much simpler now, so let's talk about the real business."

You can faintly detect a hoarse tiredness in John's voice, and you can feel that he should be busy with high-intensity work.

"We had some surprises on our tour and now we need an opening band. As far as I know, the One Day Kings are doing a street gig in Las Vegas, can you guys come to DC tomorrow? We need a band for this weekend. The rehearsal for the concert, the time is tight."

This time, Ronan was able to further confirm that the other party should really be Bruno Mars' tour manager because of his tone of voice.

Although it is a tone of asking for opinions, the answer is actually preset before speaking:

He didn't think the One Day Kings would refuse such an invitation, so it was basically a direct order. This condescending command tone is not only a long-term habit of being in a superior position, but also has a clear enough understanding of one's work, which is a feeling that is difficult to imitate in scam calls.

Right in front of him, Ronan could feel Cliff's suffocating gaze, which was scorching and sharp, falling on his skin, almost scalding his skin. There was faint uneasiness in his eyes, and he looked forward to getting a confirmed answer. , the mosquitoes flying under the street lamps seemed disturbed.

But now is not the best time to communicate. Ronan still needs further communication. He just cast a calm look at Cliff, then turned around slightly, and continued the phone communication.

"Mr. Mark..." Ronan just started calling, and there was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Mark is my father, just call me John."

This made Ronan chuckle, but his answer did not follow common sense.