King of Stage

boom!

Boom boom boom!

The roiling heat wave is centered on the old blacksmith bar, spreading outwards, the faintly vibrating air is hitting the ears, and a slight burning pain can be felt on the surface of the skin slowly spreading. In the midsummer night, there is slightly humid water vapor mixed with alcohol. The faint smell of cigarettes mixed with coffee drifts like smoke and mist, with a slightly drunk laziness and comfort, people can't help but sway gently with the wind and wander in it.

That is……?

Unbelievable!

This is the most common and normal scene on Bourbon Avenue in the past fourteen hours. The Old Blacksmith Bar is constantly blooming with enthusiasm and igniting New Orleans. There is nothing surprising; but if it appears after five in the morning point, suddenly stood out from the crowd——

It was as if a fireball was blazing across the night sky, illuminating the entire sky with brilliant rays of light, instantly dimming the stars all over the sky.

So, what's going on?

Duncan couldn't believe his ears, nor his eyes. Before he could react, he had already walked towards the bar.

And Duncan wasn't the only one.

"what happened!"

"Who's performing? It looks very hot."

"Is there any big name at this time?"

"However, the Full Moon Party is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. It is not surprising that a strong musician emerges at this time."

"I'm a little curious."

"what happened?"

"Look, go and have a look."

In twos and threes, a small number of people who still have energy began to approach one after another. Even in the closing stage of the full moon party, there are still many young people who are ready to continue the carnival to the end and really see what the end of the world looks like. So, now it seems Now is the perfect time to rejoin.

The crowd slowly began to flow back, full of anticipation, ready to meet the madness of a new wave of volcanic eruption.

At this time, there is no need to line up at the entrance of the old blacksmith bar. The empty entrance and exit allow the audience to come in and out freely at any time. The leftover wine bottles, garbage bags, fruits, packaging bags, etc. on the ground outline the crazy scene of a night. Messy, revealing a little desolation and loneliness after the hustle and bustle.

The solitude where the frenzy is no longer and the peak has fallen is scattered everywhere like garbage on the ground. A breeze blows, and the red plastic bag starts to dance the tango. There is no accompaniment and no audience. It just dances alone, but this But the picture made the noise of the bar stand out more and more.

Duncan easily returned to the old blacksmith bar. Humid and scorching hot air rushed towards his face, just like entering a sauna room. The dense billowing steam rolled back and forth on the surface of the skin, instantly waking Duncan's brain Come here, this is not the kind of slap in the face, but——

"I must be crazy."

Duncan thinks so, and he feels that his brain has become a complete mess, and he has no time or energy to make correct judgments, so that he doesn't know what he is doing and why he is doing it. No reasonable explanation could be found.

Intuition could/control the body to make movements, just like a marionette, but his soul has left the body, watching all this condescendingly.

Duncan was very sure that he was exhausted now, and his footsteps were almost dragging the floor. He really needed to go home and take a good rest. Why did he walk in again in a daze? Why can't I suppress my curiosity somehow? How is this going?

leave. He needs to leave.

Duncan's brain issued instructions, but the reflex nerves seemed a little slow, like a broken robot, without the brake function, and continued to move forward. It was several beats slower before the limbs felt the pull of the nerves, stopped, and prepared to move forward. Straight out of the bar,

Stop such absurd curiosity.

However, the ears caught a familiar voice, clear and translucent with a little gentle breath, it seems that because of the special time in the early morning, it is also infected with a layer of magnetism, slowly playing like the strings of a cello, The cool moonlight dances between the strings, the unique texture firmly grasps the ears, and the invisible silk thread easily pulls the beating of the heart.

By the time he reacted, his eyes had already landed on the stage.

It's them!

It turned out to be them!

"King for a Day".

Duncan still remembered their names. The band they accidentally discovered at the "Noon" bar the night before yesterday did leave a good impression on Duncan.

Tonight, I came to the Full Moon Party. In fact, Duncan also had some expectations. He was looking forward to the King's band appearing one day and enjoying their performance again.

Bar performances and stage performances are still different after all.

In a bar, whether it is the dining environment or the state of entertainment, there is actually no way to truly feel the charm of the performance - just like the background music, the protagonist is the customer himself; but the stage performance is a pure and real performance , so that the audience can be 100% invested in it, and the protagonist is the performer.

These are two very different occasions.

Duncan is also curious, what performance will the band offer? This is one of Duncan's many expectations for the Full Moon Party.

Unfortunately, the Full Moon Party did not have a list of performances, and the name of the band was not printed on the flyer. It was completely a carnival feast based on the audience, so Duncan was still unable to find the target. In the end, he could only tell himself that maybe the band tonight Will not be on stage at all, maybe he just didn't have the fate to enjoy the band's live performance again.

There are no doubts and no way out in the poor mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.

Unexpectedly, Duncan once again saw the band he had been thinking about because of a strange curiosity, and the regret did not become a regret, but lit up the night.

Eyes lit up!

Duncan's brain suddenly woke up, really sober, completely sober, excited and excited because the discovery he was looking for so hard made him appear on the stage, and the brain was easily awakened, and the uncontrollable excitement made the footsteps impatient started to move forward.

The marionette seems to have regained control of the body, the integration of the brain and the limbs has become smooth again, and the brisk steps have found the center of gravity again.

Then, the figure blended into the turbulent crowd in front of him, approached the stage, and a smile from the bottom of his eyes flowed from the bottom of his eyes.

one. two. three.

ten. twenty. Thirty.

Gradually, the Old Blacksmith Bar seemed to be getting crowded again, not the kind of obvious crowding, but a gradual increase in the number of people, and the space left behind was slowly being filled, and the hot air was slowly filling up. Slowly solidified, wet and sticky hot sweat continued to slide down the cheeks, and the increasingly intense heartbeat was challenging the full coverage of the darkest night.