King of Stage

"Hey, great show."

Another person came over, patted Ronan on the shoulder politely, and said with a smile.

In the dim light, the line of sight was not clear, Ronan also politely smiled and responded, "Thank you. This is our honor."

But this time, the other party did not leave directly, but gestured to the position next to Ronan, "Can I sit down?"

Ronan hesitated.

He is still not used to this kind of social style, because in his memory, this is absolutely impossible; moreover, even if this is not Huaxia, if everyone comes over and asks to be seated, how should we deal with it? Are you sure you won't be rude with such a request?

But... didn't you just tell yourself last night? Now that he has won the "stolen" second chance, he should open his heart, start an adventure, embrace the unknown of life, and regret it before twenty-four hours have passed?

Feeling the joyful and harmonious atmosphere in the bar, Ronan put down his guard for a while, smiled and nodded in affirmation.

The other party was not as reckless as imagined. After asking for consent, he stood there politely and waited until Ronan nodded in approval, then sat down gracefully. Then, he took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, politely Introduce yourself to:

"Jeremiah-Fraites, drummer and sub-vocalist in the band."

What appeared in front of Ronan was a thin and distinct face, with golden stubble growing wantonly on the chin, the dim light outlined the sharp and profound facial features, the cliff-like blade nose was particularly conspicuous, and he wore a He wore a dark brown fedora hat, and there was no smile at the corner of his mouth, but his demeanor was warm and peaceful, and he couldn't feel the attack power.

"Ronan Cooper."

This was the first time he had introduced himself so formally and completely, and it was still a bit awkward, but he still held Jeremiah's right hand and expressed a friendly response.

"We like your performance very, very much." Jeremiah said simply, moved his shoulders slightly, and gestured with his left hand to a table not far away. A small round table surrounded by four people could be seen in his sight , Sensing Ronan's gaze, they all raised their wine glasses to signal.

Ronan also raised his own glass—it was a glass of lemonade, because the cold hadn’t healed yet, Ronan didn’t try alcohol, and he originally wanted to choose a glass of hot water, but he was worried that his actions might cause trouble in New Orleans. Too alien, which aroused unnecessary suspicion, so I compromised and chose lemonade.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jeremiah gestured to the other three members of the band, "Wonderful performance", and briefly introduced themselves to each other. After shaking hands respectively, Jeremiah looked at Ronan again. , "I won't say, I like your music, but I like your performance style, interpreting the different colors of music in your own way, which is enough to make people awe-inspiring."

Straightforward but sincere, the words are not offensive, more of an expression of emotion, but can make people feel empathetic.

"This is the most beautiful part of music, isn't it?" Ronan took the lead and said with a smile, "No matter what genre, no matter what culture, no matter what age group, everyone has their own favorite music, and Put your own understanding into the melody. So, there is no good music and bad music, only music that moves you and music that doesn’t.”

Without being humble, Ronan responded to Jeremiah's words, while at the same time quietly expressing his views on music.

Jeremiah's expression brightened slightly, and he seemed to like Ronan's words very much, "Music is not good or bad, but the stage is good or bad. Obviously, you have dedicated a wonderful stage tonight!"

Music, is creation; stage,

is interpretation. These are two presentation forms.

Excellent music may be destroyed by a bad stage; bad music may also be revived by a wonderful stage interpretation. This is just one, and the second is that many uncertain chemical reactions may occur on the stage due to the state of the performers, rehearsals, environmental conditions, etc., which also makes it difficult to evaluate the quality of the stage with a stable constant. It exists.

Of course, this kind of discussion is just a point, and after really going deep into it, it will be a huge and magnificent proposition.

Ronan didn't intend to have such a deep discussion in the bar. It is enough to understand the meaning of both sides, so he changed the subject, "Let me guess, you didn't come here specially to discuss with me. A symbiotic relationship between the music and the stage, right?"

Then, Ronan touched his stomach, "To be honest, I'm hungry now, my brain is running a bit slow, and I may not be able to keep up with the rhythm."

Jeremiah could see the bright smile in the depths of Ronan's eyes flickering in the flickering light, and he couldn't help laughing heartily, "I told Wesley a long time ago that you are an interesting Guy, tonight's performance stage is the best proof. I guessed it."

After a pause, Jeremiah withdrew his smile slightly, and regained his warm look, "No, I'm not here to discuss philosophy and art with you. I just want to say, do you know the Old Blacksmith Bar on Bourbon Avenue?"

"On Saturday night, a full moon party will be held there. Different performers are welcome to go to the carnival. The whole performance will start at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and continue until 6 o'clock in the morning on Sunday, a full fifteen hours. Would you like to join the carnival? ranks?"

Full moon party?

Ronan's head was full of question marks, but Cliff took the initiative to take over the conversation and successfully relieved Ronan, "However, I heard that you must register in advance, and the organizer needs to screen for qualifications, not everyone can be on stage .”

Obviously, not only Cliff knew about the full moon party, but Maxime and Ollie also knew that it was supposed to be a big event in New Orleans.

Therefore, Ronan shut his mouth obediently and listened carefully to avoid revealing his lies.

"Of course." Jeremiah nodded slightly in agreement, "It's impossible for them to accept applications from all the performers, otherwise fifteen hours would not be enough; moreover, the performance quality is also worrying."

"However, that is an external statement, and an internal statement is that if you can get a recommendation from a bar and a performance band, you can be directly selected. After all, this is a city-wide carnival that lasts for ten years. Five hours, and they want more people involved."

"Every night, each band will perform for 30 minutes. The plan is that there will be a total of 30 bands before and after. As far as I know, the quota has not yet been filled. , then our performance may need to be extended to forty-five minutes, or even an hour."

"Obviously, the external registration rules screened out a large number of bands, but instead left some vacancies."

Having said that, Jeremiah shifted his gaze from Cliff to Ronan again, "I just came here to ask, are you interested?"