King of Stage

Ollie was surprised and couldn't believe his ears, "No... tell me, you're not serious."

But Ronan seemed to be able to capture the surprise in Oli's words, and said firmly, "You heard me right, I'm serious, I really think so."

"No, no, no, it shouldn't be like this. The piano should still be used in the first verse..."

"No, the piano should only be added when the chorus is officially cut in. Make full use of the different textures of the keyboard sounds, enrich the layers, and create a three-dimensional effect."

"Ronan, the guitar strings are too thin, not to mention that the texture of the strings is more suitable for folk songs, it is unreasonable from the perspective of the melody structure alone, we need to get straight to the point and use the keys to lay the foundation for the entire song in the first verse. The texture of the skeleton, this is the correct way to open it.”

"I don't think so, Ollie, I insist..."

"God! Ronan!"

The conversation between you and me was really too hasty and turbulent, bombarded like a storm, leaving no breathing space at all, and the back and forth were closely connected, so the two sides entered a stalemate State, expressed their views and opinions without giving in, and argued hard, both of them refused to give in, stood firm, and looked flushed as if they might directly shake their fists at each other at any time.

In the end, I couldn't keep up with my breathing, and the words were still muttering in my throat, but in fact, I couldn't make any sound, and I was stuck full of opinions. In desperation, Ollie stared round His eyes were fixed on Ronan, and his round eyes seemed to be thrown out at any time, like a fighting cock.

However, Ollie still has nothing to do with Ronan.

At this time, Oli had already stood up, sweating profusely, with bursting veins, panting, and his face, which was so excited that he could hardly speak, was completely flushed, as if he was about to explode in the next second; In contrast, Ronan was calm, peaceful, and calm.

From the beginning to the present, Ronan has never raised his voice or speeded up his speech. He has maintained his usual rationality and calmness in an unhurried manner, with clear order and clear thinking. Still not being led astray, he came back to insist on his own opinion.

Moreover, no matter how anxious or excited Ollie was, he still could not change Ronan's mind. Deep in those eyes with a slight smile, he could capture the tenacity and determination, and he stood firm on his position quietly. Leigh takes the lead in the conversation, but it always feels like Ollie is losing control.

As a result, Oli became more and more excited and anxious, and instead retreated steadily in front of Ronan, always feeling aggrieved.

Staring at Ronan fiercely, Oli found that Ronan met his gaze without hesitation or avoidance, and the firmness shown from the inside out never seemed to loosen. Confused for a second - what exactly is he insisting on?

"No! Wake up, Ollie!" Olly patted his cheek vigorously, but the sudden movement made Ronan startled, because the movement was really very hard, and the sound was particularly crisp, and he could even faintly see Ollie. Li's cheeks turned red slightly, and before Ronan could react further, Oli turned around and left the room like a tornado.

Ronan was dumbfounded: What kind of operation is this?

Immediately after Ronan got the answer, there was a heavy knock on the door from the next room, and Ollie's voice echoed in the corridor, "Maxim! Maxim! Cliff!"

Thirty seconds later, Ollie came back dragging his rescuers, clacking, Ollie was trying to get Maxim and Cliff to give a reference, the bustling voice carried a restlessness and frenzy of a midsummer night into the room Inside, it was like three thousand flies swarming in, but the chirping words failed to explain the situation clearly,

The two of them were confused——

Maxim had no choice but to cast his gaze towards Ronan.

Cliff couldn't help laughing and teasing, "Last night there was one show, and tonight there's another show. I guess the other tenants are wondering what's going on with this band, and there's nothing stopping it."

A self-deprecating sentence made fun of everyone in the band.

"Cliff, no!" Ollie was not in the mood to joke, thinking that Cliff thought they were arguing, and eagerly prepared to explain a few words.

But now Ollie was so anxious that his head was sweating, and he couldn't say a reason for a long time. He cast his eyes on Ronan vigorously, as if he was expressing his protest: This is not my business alone, don't you want to express some opinions?

The smile in Ronan's eyes also flowed out, and he took the initiative to explain, "I just got some inspiration, and then created a song, but Ollie and I had a disagreement on the arrangement. Then, you showed up. "

Maxim's smile also relaxed, and he turned his head and exchanged a playful look with Cliff:

In fact, in the band, the four of them have been encouraging each other to create more and try more. Only in this way can more sparks burst out, but the progress of Ronan and Cliff has not been very good; Trying hard, Cliff seems to be in a state of half giving up——

Who can say for sure about talent?

However, Ronan still lacks enough confidence. He usually hides it very well, and only communicates with Ollie occasionally, but even Ollie doesn't know much; tonight, he brought a little surprise, Ollie He took the initiative to pull Maxim and Cliff over, but Ronan still did not refuse.

Although Maxim didn't expect much in return, he still gave Ronan an encouraging look, eager to provide some help.

Cliff stood against the wall, assuming a posture of listening attentively.

Omitting the complicated explanation of the situation, and going directly to the actual combat drill, Ronan was a little nervous, and it was inevitable that he was still a little worried. What if Alice likes it, but his teammates don't? What if Alice's love comes from the comfort of her family, but her teammates give her a hard blow?

"call……"

Ronan let out a breath quietly, soothing his uneasy emotions, falling into Maxim's eyes, and jokingly teased, "There is no need to be shy in front of us, this is not the first time, don't worry, we all know the right way to complain The method will definitely not deviate from the bull's-eye."

A tease immediately made Ronan relax. He didn't explain any more mother-in-law and mother. He lightly traced the strings with his fingertips a few times, and then began to sing a cappella.

Ronan's voice is clear and bright, and it seems to lack a bit of character at a rough hearing. Compared with a voice full of stories like smoke or bass, it is indeed difficult to firmly grasp the ear at the first pronunciation, but a clean voice But with a unique penetrating power, it quietly grabs the ear.

How exactly should it be described?

Clear as water.

This was the first thought in Maxim's mind.