King of Stage

Last night, Ronan had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he saw Ollie, who was still the youthful look he had just met in college. He no longer remembered what they were chatting about. He only remembered that they were sitting on the window sill of the club room with their guitars in their arms, watching the people who were going on in the distance. The other students who were playing tennis were laughing and joking around with ice cream in their mouths.

The cheerful laughter is so vivid and so real.

Then, the ice cream melted and dripped onto the fingers like this, wet and sticky.

He vaguely remembered what he wanted to say to Ollie, but he couldn't remember, so the two continued to laugh heartlessly like that.

"Ronan, I want to hear you sing."

That seemed to be Ollie's last word.

Because after saying this sentence, the dream broke, leaving only a mass of chaos, not black or gold, but an endless gray. He tried to break it, but he couldn't find the exit, and fell into a drowsy Among them, just like this, bit by bit, I fell into suffocation.

Then, he woke up.

Looking at the vast darkness in the room, I just remembered that I was going to attend the funeral today. It was like being shocked by an electric shock. When I realized the fact that Ollie was no longer there, I only felt a burst of suffering. He fell asleep again until the sun came up.

The dream was blurred and fragmented, and he couldn't recall the specific story. Until now, he remembered that picture——

He and Ollie sat on the windowsill eating ice cream, which melted and dripped.

That wet and sticky feeling is so real and so clear.

In the dream, everything is so simple and pure, the body is very light and light, without saying or thinking about anything, looking up at the blue sky, as if you can touch it with your hand; but, back to reality, the earth The pull of gravity makes the body fall freely and quickly.

It was as if the whole body had been crushed.

The chest was heavy and stuffy, almost out of breath. This made Ronan subconsciously take a deep breath, and took a deep and hard breath, but he couldn't feel too much oxygen, but he felt more and more heavy in the chest, like a heavy weight. The hammer is generally pressed down, gathering little by little.

"Ronan,

What are your plans next? "

Cliff's voice broke the silence, and Ronan just felt his head was in a mess, and he didn't have time to discern the hidden emotions in Cliff's words.

Raising his head, Ronan rubbed his chest, "What do you mean? What else can you plan? Start preparing for the tour. The tour arranged by the company has entered the final stage. We still need to go on stage, don't we?"

Cliff asked, "What about the position of the drummer?"

Yes, what about the position of the drummer? No One Day King would be complete without Ollie.

Ronan was slightly stunned—he still hadn't been able to turn the corner, and sometimes realized that Ollie was gone, but sometimes he didn't have any real feeling.

Cliff then added, "I mean, isn't it disrespectful to Ollie that he just left and we went on tour with a new drummer?"

Maxim frowned slightly, "And then?"

Cliff looked at Maxim with an indecipherable expression.

Maxim didn't like Cliff's silence, and seemed to throw the question back, "I don't understand what you mean, finding a new drummer is disrespectful to Ollie, so what's your suggestion?"

"Postponing the tour? Canceling the tour? Do we take a year off or two? Wait until Ollie is laid to rest before looking for a drummer? Or should we just get rid of the drummer? But is there a band without a drummer? How can the show continue? The band might as well be on the spot Disband? Wait, is that what you mean?"

Maxim's tone gradually smelled of gunpowder, and the faster he spoke, the more excited he became, and he slammed towards Cliff with a crackling sound.

"I didn't say that, Maxim, don't smear my meaning casually."

"If I'm wrong, sorry, I apologize, but can you explain what you mean?"

"I didn't mean that."

"So what the hell is going on? You ask a question and explain nothing?"

buzz buzz.

The words of you coming and going burst into a smell of gunpowder. Both Maxim and Cliff were more emotional than usual. A little bit of words collided. It seemed that the reins of reason had loosened a lot, and it was difficult to control the situation. Just a few words can already feel the tension in the air.

buzz buzz.

There was also a roar in Ronan's head.

If it was normal, Ronan would calm down and control the situation; but today, Ronan just wanted to run away, escape from these difficult problems, and ignore them, as if he could pretend to be a problem by covering his ears and eyes There is no general.

But...he can't.

Ronan turned his head to look at the cemetery not far away. The crowd was leaving one after another, but there were still many people staying where they were. The darkness overshadowed the sunshine of California.

call……

Ronan let out a long breath, forced himself to calm down, and turned his head again. Maxim and Cliff were still arguing red-faced, "Quiet, quiet!"

Just two sentences had already exhausted most of the strength in Ronan's body, but after all, the two guys in front of him were temporarily shut up and quieted down.

"Cliff, Trastan is egging you on behind your back, isn't it?"

who?

Trastan Cuban? The lingering ex-manager? Why does Trastan's name appear in the dialogue at this moment?

Maxim couldn't understand, and stared at Cliff angrily.

Cliff was a little flustered, but he calmed down quickly, "What the hell are you talking about? Could it be Ollie talking nonsense to you again?"

"If it's Ollie, we have no way to prove it, right?" Ronan lowered his eyes, and a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

The memories of this period are broken and chaotic, time and space have been broken, so that Ronan is also in a daze, but this does not mean that Ronan does not remember or does not know, in fact, all those memories exist, they are just broken. Chaos is simply ignored, like a broken jigsaw puzzle, where the pieces come together but don't go away.

It is generally believed that the captain of King One Day is Cliff, the face of King One Day is Maxim, and the inspiration of King One Day is Ronan. Only Ollie, the honest and shy Ollie, seems to have no sense of existence. Even if "My Demon" won a Grammy, his presence still didn't get more attention.

But what people don't know is that the center of gravity of King One Day is Ollie. It is because of Ollie's existence that they will not lose their balance and fall into chaos.

until now.

Ronan lowered his eyelids, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Actually, Trastan sent me an email, describing a grand vision to me, saying that Ollie left, and there is no need for me to stay in the band Now, I can open my bound wings and fly solo, owning a vast world.”