King of Stage

"Don't describe yourself as a saint, you are jealous of Ronan and Ollie, we all know it, I know it, Ronan knows it too, only that little fool Ollie doesn't know anything."

"What about you? You're hurting Ollie, you're hurting us, you've been distracted from the moment Trastan reappeared, right? You think our band is holding back your big picture."

"Ha, ridiculous! So you never believed me! It's like you never believed Trastan! You're blaming me, blaming Trastan on me, you think I betrayed the band, That's how it was in New Orleans, isn't it? You can say it now at last! Say it! Say you think Trastan's betrayal was my fault!"

"Yes! I think it's your fault! I said it! I said it!"

"Got you! You never wanted to be in a band with me!"

"No, you have never integrated into us!"

The quarrel has already deviated from the track, and when I lose my mind, I always say all kinds of outrageous words. At a certain moment, I can't even tell what I am talking about, and the words are all vented out like dumping garbage. , and then cruelly hurt the other party and hurt himself.

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

Those meaningless quarrels surged in Ronan's ears, gradually drifting away, and then the words lost their meaning, leaving only syllables colliding together, entangled into a chaotic noise, rubbing the eardrums bustlingly, There was a piercing and sharp sound as the ground was ripped and ripped.

Then--

Beep!

Shut up, please shut up!

That was the only thought on Ronan's mind, he needed a little quiet, he just wanted the world to be quiet.

Snapped.

A crisp sound sounded softly and shallowly in my ears, and then——

The world fell silent.

Everything is quiet, there is no sound at all, only a hazy feeling of swelling stretched beside the ears of the old elder, that feeling is like burying your head in a pool, but unexpectedly discovers that the drain can still be drilled down go in

Drilling in with a whoosh, I saw a boundless deep blue lake, quiet and serene. The gurgling sound was still faintly surging, but the noise and noise disappeared after all.

So familiar, there is no strangeness at all.

When he raised his head again, Ronan could only see the mouths of Maxim and Cliff opening and closing, the red-faced and swearing ferocious expressions were so lifelike, but there was no sound, just like a pantomime, not only was there no tension , but a sense of joy.

despair.

They stopped arguing and stopped abruptly. Ronan noticed Maxim's gaze, followed his gaze, and then saw Alena and Johnny standing not far away.

The funeral was over, and the crowd had dispersed one after another, but apparently neither Alena nor Johnny expected that a big drama was going on here.

Cliff glanced at Ronan with vague eyes, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but dodged his eyes in embarrassment.

"Ronan, you should trust me."

He said.

But Ronan couldn't hear it, he just read it from his lips.

Cliff didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Maxim was still a little angry, and took a few deep breaths to control his anger, "Ronan, let's sit down and talk about it later."

Then, Maxim hesitated to speak, walked back and forth repeatedly, stopped after thinking about it, turned around again, and finally walked away.

"Ronan? What happened?" Johnny walked up and asked solemnly.

Still no sound.

Ronan suddenly realized that he really couldn't hear, and he returned to the time of his previous life in an instant. The world was filled with a low-frequency distant sound wave, but he couldn't catch the specific sound. The only thing he could do was try his best I tried to read lips, but then my vision began to blur, so I gradually lost contact with the world.

The line between dream and reality blurred again.

So, is this the previous life or this life? Is this a dream or reality? Is this an illusion or real? What exactly is going on?

Can't tell.

Ronan was slightly taken aback, but he didn't panic. After all, the deaf world is no stranger to him, even...somewhat familiar.

Looking up at Johnny's steady eyes, Ronan thought for a while, "Trastan contacted Cliff, and now Cliff wants to disband the band."

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't hear his own voice, which made him speak a little clumsily, his articulation was like walking in a swimming pool, but he couldn't touch the ground, and could only vaguely feel the slippery water at the bottom of the pool Over the soles of the feet, vague and hazy.

Johnny's eyes were slightly fixed, and he didn't speak, but he could sense his seriousness without opening his mouth.

"Maxim...Maxim's problem is not a problem, he just wants to prove himself, but if the band disbands, he probably won't vote against it." Ronan said with a little hesitation, and then raised the corner of his mouth, " However, if the band can continue, I don't think he has a problem with it."

Simple words, calm and calm, no waves can be detected.

But Johnny became nervous instead, and looked at Ronan quietly, "What about you?"

The sentence is not complicated, which also eases the difficulty of lip reading. Ronan did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment, then looked towards the direction of Ollie's cemetery, and whispered to himself, "I just Miss Ollie."

Johnny was heartbroken.

In fact, from the moment he took over the king for a day, Johnny has been doing psychological construction. Not because I don't believe in kings for a day, but because it's true across the industry, from singers to actors to directors—

Don't forget, Bruno Mars got into a lot of trouble because of the drug problem before, and Justin Bieber also got into trouble everywhere because of the same problem.

The reality is that none of them are special cases, on the contrary, their cases are very common.

The attention and exposure of Vanity Fair often brings unbelievable pressure. They need a space to escape from the world and a way to numb themselves. Those white powders are undoubtedly the best choice, and no one can be an exception.

Johnny was not at all surprised that the band members of One Day King were contaminated with these things, but was surprised by Ronan's cleanliness and strict self-control.

From the emergence of the Grammys to the brilliant success of the "Nine", in just one year, the soaring speed of the One-Day Kings was really too fast and too fierce, pushing them directly into the center of the spotlight unreasonably, From zero to one hundred overnight, such a huge gap can easily make people get lost in the grotesque splendor. Those applause, cheers, and praise are actually poison.

Johnny has been through a similar situation countless times with jazz bands before One Day King.

But even so, when it really happened, Johnny could still feel the deep pain and sadness——

Ollie should never have left in such a way.