King of Stage

"Just a small town girl, wandering in a lonely world, she took the midnight train and embarked on a journey."

The gentle and clear piano keys tinkle like the cold spring water, and a clear voice hums in a low voice, telling the stories deep in the heart, and the lyrical lyrics reveal a warm smile, The hustle and bustle of the venue did not cause interference, and there was no need for visual help at all, and the light and upward arc of the corner of the mouth could be captured only by hearing——

Even if you are lonely, you still face it calmly.

"Just a city boy, growing up in South Detroit, he rides the midnight train, he travels."

There is no fancy, no skill, plain singing but you can feel the emotions behind the singing in the articulation and melody, tough and sunny, the inconspicuous trickle is flowing in the whole bar like this, those hustle and bustle And the noise calms down unconsciously——

It's not quiet, but... peaceful, it seems that the impetuousness surging in the air slowly fades away from the messy disorder, and then settles down, the mind is unknowingly drawn away like this, obviously not listening carefully but still You can feel the warmth and tenacity in the singing.

The sincerity and purity of emotion has a powerful force, a light, a singing voice, and yourself who listens quietly, this is enough, the stage that is so simple without too many decorations shows a primitive and vigorous impact force.

It's a coincidence, that's probably how it is.

boom! boom!

Two consecutive drumbeats exploded like thunder, breaking the gentleness that came slowly, and with the strength gathered in an instant, all the attention scattered in the corners of the bar were concentrated. In an instant, all the eyes of the audience were turned to them. Just realized what happened:

The show begins again.

But what happened?

It was too late to find the answer, and the thoughts did not win the space to unfold. The singing on the stage ignored the emotional surge of the scene, and continued unswervingly, firmly grasping everyone's ears:

"A singer in a smoky room that stinks of booze and cheap perfume..."

The keyboard sound of "Deng Deng Deng" gradually increased, and the gentle voice revealed a little perseverance after the vicissitudes of life, and the emotions slowly permeated, and every word from the heart gently knocked on the hearts of every listener present , The lyrics and the reality complement each other, dragging the thoughts down slowly like this.

Originally it was just a shift of attention, but now the eyes can't help showing a little trance, and the inextricable thoughts are involved in the melody, as if the boundaries between reality and illusion, reality and memory are blurring, and they sneak into themselves following the melody. In the depths of my mind, I searched for those ancient pasts that were so long that they were almost forgotten, and the intricate emotions were mixed like this.

Starting from the figure bathed in the stage lights, the golden musical symbols build a bridge to reach the depths of one's heart and awaken resonance.

"... just for a smile can party all night, never stop, until dawn."

The melody and the singing are intertwined and tightly twisted into a rope. The piano and the drum set are played at the same time, climbing to the peak bit by bit. As if the sky is lit up with stars, the whole world is brightly lit.

Lifting his head abruptly to gather the focus, he could see at a glance that Ronan standing in the center of the stage opened his eyes, those deep and clear eyes burst out with bright and gorgeous light, and his shallow smile surged, joy and happiness The firmness of the song is conveyed in the singing, which is soul-stirring.

boom! Boom!

The sound of thunder and strong wind came from my ears, and I felt like I was standing in an empty long street in the middle of the night, dazed and at a loss, looking for the position of the North Star in a daze, far away, the guiding voice was in my heart Sounded from the depths.

"Strangers wait,

Wandering on the boulevard; Laughing until late at night, searching for each other's figures; Figures under the lonely lamp, struggling to find the emotional foothold, hanging under the night, waiting for true love to appear. "

The treble is flying freely, the firepower is fully fired, the emotions are released, those dazed and lonely lingering in the middle of the night, those passions and dreams that have disappeared in life, at this moment are re-emerging in the depths of memory, they all think they have forgotten all but suddenly found that it was just a deep sleep.

In the past, they were also trying to chase their unfulfilled dreams; in the past, they also sang and danced until dawn; in the past, they also believed that they could shake the world with their own hands; in the past, they also believed that the future belonged to them; In the past, they also looked for like-minded friends to fight side by side...

Everyone has a lost youth.

However, that is all the distant past, which has long been buried in the depths of memory, and the edges and corners of the past can no longer be found.

And now?

Sitting in a smoky bar, reeking of booze and cheap perfume, soaking themselves in bitter alcohol, paralyzing themselves, pretending that everything is ok, while suffocating in the mediocrity of life , I have long forgotten the madness and flamboyance that can carnival all night long with a smile.

"...waiting for true love to appear", the singing voice gradually climbed to the peak, the light and agile treble can capture the slightly trembling excitement and excitement of the vocal cords, slightly unstable, and there are some flaws, still far from perfect, but just It is such an imperfection, but it makes the figure under the spotlight become real, as if...

Just like everyone present.

The line of sight refocused and fell on the figure. The young man shrouded in a caramel halo, the low-hanging shadows blurred the lines of the facial features, but he could clearly see the brightness of the eyes hidden in the face. Among them, there is a pool of green sunshine, mixed with the smell of lime and lemon, lingering in the midst of cheap cigarettes, cheap perfume and turbid alcohol, and the air is so fresh.

He was singing loudly, his sonorous and powerful voice made every word of the melody powerful, hitting the eardrums heavily, and the collision echoed.

"Work hard and fill yourself; everyone is eager to achieve success and fame. Make a bet on your future and fate. If you don't leave a way out, just gamble again, and you won't regret it if you lose."

the last time.

It is the last time, to break the boat, to give it a go, to put all your eggs in one basket, to gamble bravely and fanatically, in order not to regret, not to regret, not to be sad, just like a midsummer flower, blooming proudly, gorgeously, releasing all the energy of the soul, Burn to your heart's content, wanton publicity, no matter the outcome.

The light in the depths of those eyes is so firm and bright, like a cluster of flames in the endless darkness, burning coquettishly and hotly, eager to control one's own life and control one's own destiny with both hands, even if only for a short day, He is also willing to burn like moths to a flame.

He, who wants to be his own king, is enough for one day.

Note: All the music that appears in this book can be found in the works related in the catalog.