King of Stage

Oli was slightly stunned, and staring at his friend in front of him, Ronan's clear and deep eyes gradually brightened, as if... filled with stars.

Then the smile on the corner of the mouth lifted up lightly, just like the afternoon in early June, when the breeze brings dry and fresh heat, the golden sunlight falls on the emerald green lake, sparkling, sparkling, and the swaying reeds come There was a rustling sound, revealing a little laziness and looseness in the tranquility.

Involuntarily, my mood soared.

Faintly, Oli always felt that Ronan seemed to have undergone a subtle change, but he couldn't tell why. Then he noticed that Ronan's gaze fell on him, and he subconsciously took half a step back, staring round Eyes, "You... what do you want to do?" Throat was dry and burning.

Ronan's eyes followed Ollie's movements, and then he could see Ollie crossed his hands to protect his chest, and even grabbed the collar of his shirt. Coupled with the movement of his upper body leaning back, this made Ronan's eyes With a bright smile, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

Oli also noticed Ronan's gaze, and looked down, a little embarrassed, but he didn't panic. Instead, he puffed up his chest and complained, "Who knows, I'm so pretty, who knows if you will control me?" Can't live."

Ronan didn't speak, but looked Ollie up and down again, rolled his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed the door panel of the bathroom, making a movement to close the door.

Ollie was dumbfounded: Is it okay?

Unexpectedly, Ronan just made a gesture of preparing to close the door. Seeing Ollie's face change, he opened the door completely and strode out, "Come on, we still have a show It needs to be done." After the words, there were brisk laughter all over the floor.

There are mountain high mountain!

In the end, Ronan slapped him hard, and Ollie rubbed his messy hair, sighed angrily, but he couldn't hold back his laughter, and then ran after him all the way, "You What means?"

Ronan turned his head and said to Ollie who was catching up, "Since the boss said that our show is not over and refuses to admit it, then we can complete the stage, isn't that all right?"

Ollie is dumbfounded: That's not how things are calculated, okay? Please, this is not a patch! Also, are bar owners really just protesting because they didn't finish their last song?

But Ronan's footsteps did not stop, and he walked straight forward, leaving no time for Ollie to express his opinions at all, so he could only follow in a hurry.

"Ronan."

"Hey, Ronan!"

"so……"

"They probably won't let us on stage."

In the panic, Ollie was also speechless, and in a blink of an eye they had already arrived at the side of the stage.

Speaking of the stage, it is actually a small, low platform, which is only half a palm or the height of a step from the ground. The performers on the stage and the audience watching the scene basically keep their line of sight parallel, and there is no stage height gap at all. Formal atmosphere.

Even the karaoke stage in public places is more grand.

Of course, there are no security guards or guards around such an approachable stage, so Ronan and Ollie stepped onto the stage one after the other without encountering any obstacles.

On the stage, traces of the chaos just now can still be seen. Guitars and basses were leaning casually next to the drum kit. The keyboard was crooked and almost collapsed. Still a messy look.

Under the stage, the guests who sang to the wine did not pay attention to the scene of the stage at all. They caught some figures out of the corner of their eyes and thought it was the staff preparing to clean up the stage.

Naturally, he didn't care too much, and then he looked away again, and continued with his own business, chatting, drinking and playing billiards.

However, such a stage was the first time for Ronan.

Even if it's just a dilapidated little bar, even if it's just a small low stage, even if it's just a bunch of boring drinkers, it's really a stage, a real performance stage.

Standing with your feet on the wooden floor of the stage, you can hear the creaking sound with a little force on the soles of your feet. It seems that every inch hides history and stories; unprofessional spotlights focus on the stage, but at this time only There was a lone lighting lamp, all other stage lights had been turned off, and the dim yellow light unintentionally formed a spotlight effect, those rays of light fell lazily on the surface of the skin, slightly burning hot.

Ronan once dreamed of owning such a stage.

It doesn’t need to be too big, it’s good to be able to stand tall; it doesn’t need to be high, it’s good to be able to see the audience; at the same time, it doesn’t need many audiences, just someone, even if there is only one, as long as you are willing to listen to his singing, if... If you can A little applause would have been nice, but he wouldn't be sad if it didn't.

Music should be a ray of light tearing through the darkness, no matter sad or happy, no matter pain or joy, it can awaken the resonance in the endless darkness.

Now, Ronan is standing on such a stage.

That kind of satisfaction is indescribable; moreover, he also has... ten or twenty... a total of twenty-three audiences! There are twenty-three of them!

If happiness has color, then it should be the caramel color in front of you at this moment.

"Ronan?"

Ollie also stepped onto the stage, but he saw Ronan standing in front of the keyboard and straightening the keyboard again, as if he was really about to start performing. Bass on the jargon said, "Ronan, this isn't appropriate, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"Sing." Ronan said a natural answer to Ollie, and Ollie choked.

Ronan lowered his head, his eyes fell on the black and white piano keys in front of him, his fingertips couldn't help but brushed lightly, the familiar intimacy made him feel more relaxed——

After losing his hearing, for a long, long time, he was groping in the "darkness". He could still feel the texture of the keys and strings with his hands, but he could no longer capture those notes, so he could only imagine in his mind .

After his vision deteriorated, he simply closed his eyes and really learned to listen with his heart. Although he needed the help of others, he was able to know the quality of the pieces he played. The difficulties came one after another, but he did not give up.

In the past three years, he has become a piano and guitar teacher, persevered with difficulty, feared, frightened, shaken, depressed, irritable, and even had extreme thoughts, compromised to the darkness, but in the end, music guided him Found the way back again. Life is always full of countless possibilities. Whether you care about them or not, they all exist objectively. The only question is, can you calm down and find them?

"Ollie, let's finish tonight's performance." Ronan raised his head and showed a big smile at Ollie.

Staring into Ronan's bright eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat, and finally he couldn't speak out, Ollie nodded heavily.