King of Stage

Johnny knew, he knew the rules of Vanity Fair, the darkness of Vanity Fair, and the fate of Vanity Fair, he knew all these truths.

However, when faced with the sudden accident again, he still couldn't accept the fact, it was self-blame, anger, and sadness that had nowhere to rest.

However, looking at the calm Ronan at this time, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his unfocused eyes fell to the distance in vain, and he said the most ordinary words with a smile, "I just miss Ollie", The momentary magnificence was hidden in the calm, which made him breathless.

Johnny tried his best to control his emotions, but the words were all stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to say.

"Ronan..."

Johnny wanted to tell Ronan that everything would be alright, the wounds would heal, that this wasn't the end of Ollie's life, that they would still carry on Ollie's dream and continue to fight... But these empty words sounded It's like chicken soup for the soul, without any power, even he himself doesn't believe it, so how can he convince Ronan?

However, the curvature of Ronan's mouth seemed to be a little more relaxed.

"Johnny, I'm fine. You should take care of other things first. I think the band's tour should continue, after all, that's what Ollie is looking forward to the most."

After a pause, Ronan added, "It used to be".

Now when mentioning Ollie, you have to use the past tense. Ronan is still not used to it, and the words are just uncomfortable, so dull that he can't breathe.

Johnny's expression didn't change much, but his hands clenched into fists.

Finally, Johnny turned and left.

Cliff's matter and Trastan's matter still need to be dealt with, otherwise, one day the king may really become a piece of history; of course, there is also Maxim's matter.

Ollie is gone, but Johnny doesn't want to prove that the one-day king that Ollie once existed is here forever.

Then, the air became quiet again.

The breeze is blowing, and it seems that they can vaguely smell the breath of summer. According to the original plan, when summer comes, they should embark on the journey of the second tour, but... they are standing in the cemetery at this moment, closed The upper eyes feel the refreshing water vapor floating in the air, as if the world has been left behind.

"Ronan?"

Alena called out, but Ronan closed her eyes slightly and didn't respond. She was a little uneasy, and always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell why.

"Alena." After a pause, it was Ronan who spoke first, "You should go back to tour, your band members are still waiting for you."

"It doesn't matter if they lack a violinist, the tour can still go on." Alena shook her head, her eyes revealing a touch of determination.

Alena came to Los Angeles from a tour.

Alena couldn't believe that she really did this. If according to her previous thinking, private life is one thing and work is another, she will not let her private life affect her work, and even if she is born, old, sick, and dying, it will not interfere with her daily work.

It is irresponsible and stupid and selfish to leave work for another person and interrupt the tour-in serious cases, it may affect the rest of the entire orchestra. Alena absolutely would never do this, and even despised such behavior.

But unexpectedly, when she heard about Ollie, her first reaction was to fly to Los Angeles.

Not because Ronan needed her—she believed Ronan was an independent person who could take care of himself, and she wasn't so irreplaceable or indispensable; it was just because...she wanted to be by Ronan's side, she I hope I can spend this time with Ronan.

Alena couldn't believe her own thoughts, but she didn't expect that all the members of the orchestra raised their hands in approval, and even actively encouraged Alena to take action, because——

"You don't look like a robot like this."

"Alanna, you should know that emotions are what make us play differently. Sometimes, you should let your emotions rule you. It's okay to do some derailed behaviors, because emotions are our creative inspiration. source, and the only way to prove our real existence.”

Encouraged and even "forced" by the members of the orchestra, Alena followed her heart and came to Los Angeles.

She thought that she would only stay for two weeks and leave after the funeral, but now, she was a little scared——

She couldn't tell whether it was because she was afraid that Ronan would need her company, or because she was afraid that she would be even more sad after leaving.

"Why, don't you want me to stay?" Alena raised her chin slightly, saying this intentionally.

Ronan showed a faint smile, "No, Alena, I'm afraid that if I get used to you being by my side, then I will no longer be able to be strong alone."

"Why do you need to be strong alone?" Alena took a step forward, took the initiative to hold Ronan's right hand, and intertwined Ronan's fingers between her fingers, carefully feeling the temperature in her palm, and then raised her hand. Chin, looking up at Ronan, "I'm used to facing everything by myself, but occasionally, we should allow ourselves to be weak, even if it's just for a while."

Like now.

Ronan didn't respond, but looked down at Alena, and smiled slightly, with a little tenderness in his eyes.

However, something is not quite right——

Ronan, are you persuaded so easily?

Alena knows Ronan. In fact, the two of them are somewhat similar in their bones. They both have their own persistence and stubbornness. It doesn't matter, he is the best talker in the world.

Alena's spikes are more outward, because she needs to protect herself in this way; Ronan's corners are more restrained, and you can't feel it unless you get close.

But now, Ronan did not further refute the argument, Alena felt a little strange.

Staring at Ronan, Alena whispered again, "I know, you still need to rely on yourself to get through this, believe me, I think the same as you, but I just want to be by your side for a while .Even if I go back to tour now, my mind will not settle down and I will need some time."

Cautiously, Alena was also learning to show her own weaknesses, closing those spikes bit by bit.

However, Ronan did not respond.

Alena raised her head and saw Ronan's bright eyes and gentle smile again, as always, but... seemed a little too gentle, as if she was trying to cover up something.

Click.

Alena's heartbeat missed a beat, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, as if she had grasped something but was not quite accurate, so that her words became a little hasty, "Ronan, what happened? You don't look right .”