King of Stage

The situation seemed to be a little off, at least not the scene he expected before entering the bar, and Scooter's expression and tone were slightly strange.

Ronan quickly glanced at Alice from the corner of his eyes, only to find that Alice also frowned slightly, showing a hint of confusion in her expression, and the current situation is not something that Alice can help, the opportunity has already appeared in front of the band, They need to be grasped with their own hands.

But, Cliff...

"Cliff!" Ronan took the initiative to take a step forward, calling Cliff's name, trying to save him, but it was still half a beat too late.

"Yes." Cliff answered Scooter's question in this way, and turned his head to look at Ronan after a while, expressing comfort with his eyes: don't worry, just leave the matter to me.

Then, without waiting for Ronan to react further, Cliff turned his head and said, "Yes, of course, we welcome all opinions with open arms at any time. We have also been touring for so many years, we can accept any opinions with an open mind, no Questions, you can tell the truth."

The rambling words still leaked the tightness of his vocal cords. Maxim exchanged glances with Ollie and Ronan. They could all sense the abnormality, but what should they do? Will their handling be better than Cliff? Will they be able to turn around the troubled situation?

They didn't have an answer either.

So, they could only stay silent, their eyes fell on Scout again, anxiously waiting for the judgment——

People are knives and I am fish. This is the most appropriate and correct sentence to describe the current atmosphere.

Scooter seemed to enjoy such an atmosphere very much. The smile on the corner of his mouth fell into his eyes, then he took a step forward, spread his hands, made a gesture of welcome, and controlled the audience like the protagonist, "Since you have asked so, So let's open the sky and speak out."

"In one word: You are not good enough, at least not yet." Scooter gave the answer, without fancy embellishments or lengthy explanations, just stated the result directly like a promise, telling the truth .

Cliff's eyes were a little flustered, and he adjusted his hands uneasily, hugging his chest for a while, and dragging his chin for a while, "...What does this mean?"

Scooter is still smiling, "The summer camp show is one thing, the bar show is one thing, and we are talking about another thing. You should know that we are talking about record production, about sales. A record that is about the market and about survival, what you just performed, I can't promote it in the market. I can't see the commercial value."

I don't see the commercial value.

Such a simple and heavy sentence confuses the starting point, jumping from the standpoint of the artist to the standpoint of the businessman, the deviation of the angle and perspective also creates an irrefutable dilemma, and easily pushes the One Day Kings band to infinity. bottom of the abyss.

Ronan's brows could not help but frown slightly, because of Scooter's words, but also because of other——

He always felt that he should have heard this sentence, but where exactly? It always feels faintly familiar, but I can't remember exactly where it is.

"Summer camp performance?" Cliff's voice echoed in the bar, and the rising tail obviously couldn't believe his ears, and his expression became excited, "Didn't you see our performance? Didn't you see the audience cheering The audience is full! The audience is crazy! The audience's reaction is the best appreciation! We have dedicated a wonderful performance, if you missed it, then I understand, you don't know..."

"No!" Scout interrupted Clive's excited words, but his tone was soft but undeniably firm, and Cliff couldn't help being stunned, "We didn't miss your show. We know what happened, But you guys need to face reality. Seriously, your music isn't good enough."

boom!

Boom!

that's all,

Scooter tossed the ball hard, with no detours or cover, and hit the bandmates hard with a head-on hit.

Not just Cliff, but Maxime and Ollie—

Their music is not good enough? This is a fundamental denial of the entire band, which is tantamount to a complete denial of all the efforts and persistence of the band. Without talent, inspiration, and works, there is no future in the field of artistic creation, because there is no commercial value, and even if it becomes a commodity with gorgeous packaging, it is just an assembly line product.

So why does it have to be king for a day? Since it is an assembly line product, it can be anyone. Any Barbie doll that can be manipulated casually is more suitable. It doesn't have to be a one-day king at all. There are countless more suitable choices than them.

Not to mention, who wants to pack Kings for a Day?

At the same time, Ronan was the target of the direct hit.

Trastan.

Ronan finally recalled, "I don't see the value," the line came from Trastan.

Ronan's expression fell into shock and astonishment, the focus and focus on Scooter collapsed like this, his thoughts fell into chaos, everything was so familiar, and the memories in his mind surged upwards, gradually eating away at his brain , and then destroyed the concentration on Scout and Cliff with brute force, and fell into a trance——

"You're not a genius, you're not, and neither are they. You shouldn't be dreaming. Wake up! Wake up!"

Trastan!

The memory gradually became clearer, and the distorted and hideous face in my mind was... Trastan, their manager, the guy who betrayed and abandoned them, he opened his bloody mouth and snarled at Ronan with a red face - To be precise, it should be facing Ronan Cooper.

When did this happen? When is the memory again? How did it happen? What was the situation? Where are the other three band members? Did they know about this conversation between Trastan and Ronan? Why did Trastan treat Ronan like this?

"Wake up!" Trastan showed his white teeth, "You should know that dreams and dreams are the same word, and they don't belong to you!"

"Dreams can't be eaten. These things are just an excuse for you to escape from reality, pretending that you are like Peter Pan who will never grow up, escape from everything in reality, refuse to grow up and reject reality! Wake up, you can't Live forever in fantasy. You need to open your eyes!"

Trastan's face was magnified in his pupils, magnified to the extreme, and he could even feel the breath with a strong smell of tobacco, slapping his cheeks hotly.

He couldn't breathe—"Ronan Cooper" couldn't breathe, but at this time Ronan seemed to be able to truly empathize with him, deeply feeling the fragility and despair from the depths of his soul, the shivering fear, firmly Grabbing his throat, like drowning, the world began to become trance.

False and real are intertwined, true and false are difficult to distinguish, and memory and reality overlap together like this.