King of Stage

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

There was a low commotion in his ears, surging like bubbling hot spring water, which made Ronan a little flustered, blinked his eyes to hide the tears that didn't have time to boil, then closed his eyes to hide his panic , the ethereal state of creation quickly returned to reality.

His heels fell slowly, and he felt the slight shaking from under the table again. At this moment, Ronan realized that he was standing on an unstable table and sang loudly, like a madman-the sense of shame slowed down a beat However, in an instant, it drowned him head-on and face-to-face.

If standing on the stage and bathed in the lights, then Ronan can easily enter the performance state, as if entering another self; but it is still difficult for Ronan to perform anytime and anywhere in real life. Ways to enter a state of complete ecstasy.

After all, this is definitely not the life Ronan was used to in his previous life.

His cheeks couldn't help getting slightly hot, and Ronan felt a little embarrassed, expressing a strong self-doubt: What shameful thing did I do in public just now?

So, what now? Can the "people's good neighbor" Spider-Man be invited to come and take him outright?

Standing stiff in place for a moment, realizing that the superhero might not have time to pay attention to him, Ronan bit the bullet and opened his eyes, ready to leave the table, but his knees were only slightly bent, and before he could make a movement, his muscles stiffened again Yes, because there was something wrong with the trivial sounds in my ears.

Snapped.

clap clap.

Clap clap!

Is that... applause?

Ronan was a little uncertain, and opened his eyes cautiously. Sparse applause surged around, accompanied by whistles and cheers, "wonderful", "one more song", "beautiful", "Ho Ho Roar", "Good job" and other keywords were sent to the ear along the wind, dragging Ronan's sight to sweep across.

Then, about twenty or thirty people appeared in the field of vision scattered around the street.

Crowd, not too many. Some are the customers queuing up at the hot dog mobile stand, some are the pedestrians returning home after the carnival, and some are the neighbors who are hardworking in the morning or get up early for a walk. In this way, some passing people are sparsely pieced together. Not a climate at all.

However, they all cast their gazes at Ronan in unison. The sincerity and joy in their eyes would not lie at all. Under the golden sunlight, the sparkling light was reflected, forming a magnificent scene. The busy footsteps were like this Slow down, gather together following the guidance of the singing, approach spontaneously one after another, become the audience on the stage, and then... applause!

Ronan was a little flattered.

Because it's different, it's not a bar tour or a full moon party, it's just standing on the street and singing, but they still stop for themselves, can this be regarded as their special trip to watch their own performance?

Ronan wasn't so sure.

I have heard it in movies, TV and talk shows before, people stand on the street to perform, and pedestrians coming and going just stop, enjoy the performance quietly, and then send cheers and applause generously.

For Ronan, it was a scene that was difficult to imagine.

Street performances are different from formal performance occasions. Pedestrians who pass by by chance do not appear here for performances. They all have their own lives and schedules, but they are willing to stop for performances, which is undoubtedly very rare and whether the performance can retain the audience, let their footsteps really stop, and feel the emotion of the performance in a noisy environment is another problem.

This is not a contractual relationship of buying a ticket to enter the venue, but just following the inner guidance, everything is more real and cruel——

No one has to stop for a street show,

And no one has to applaud for the show. Everything is spontaneous and disorderly.

Ronan can feel the difficulty and hardship just by imagining it in his mind. The sense of shame, tension and lack of self-confidence makes him deeply feel that he must not be able to do it, and even takes it for granted to avoid rejection. It is an absolutely impossible task.

but now! at this time! now! He himself really stood on the street to perform—unintentionally, and successfully received applause and cheers? What's more, did you still win love and support with your own creation on the spot and the melody from the heart?

An indescribable sense of accomplishment and happiness filled my chest, and I dreamed back to the stage of the full moon party a few hours ago in an instant, but it was even more special.

A smile flowed out of his eyes naturally.

Although there are still some restraint and uneasiness, the slightly stiff muscles reveal the truth. If he hadn't been immersed in the melody creation just now, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do so if he retained a semblance of reason; but Ronan still straightened his back , Open your chest to meet your own applause, put your right hand on your left shoulder, smile and bow to express your gratitude and respect, just like standing on a Broadway stage.

On the left, a bow.

On the right, a bow.

Gradually, Ronan's feet regained their center of gravity, and his full chest made his steps steady and steady, and his whole body became more confident. Finally, he faced the center and bowed again.

Clap clap!

Clap clap!

The applause was still sparse. Because of the small number of people, they couldn't create momentum, but Ronan liked the scene in front of him very much.

He likes such moments. This situation tells him that in real life, everyone is indeed chasing the light. Even if it is a small fortune in life, people are enjoying life in their own way and looking for an ordinary life. It makes him feel real in his own moments.

Looking at Ronan, who was solemnly taking the curtain call, Maxim couldn't help but chuckled. The gesture of standing on the simple dining table was a bit funny, but Maxim didn't mean to laugh, but felt the sincerity and sincerity from the bottom of his heart. Simple joy, music is such a simple thing.

Ollie raised his head and stared at Ronan in the backlight. He didn't seem to worry about his head falling off at any time. He was just immersed in joy, shouting, jumping, crying and howling, using his whole body to express his inner feelings. Emotions, making no secret of my sincere liking.

Then, after the curtain call, Ronan jumped down. He just jumped down, but because his knees were slightly weak, he almost couldn't stand still—after not closing his eyes for more than forty-eight hours, he now feels that the whole world is falling. In a trance, even the sunlight swayed.

"Haha." Ronan laughed heartily.

"Hey! Brother!" Before Ronan could stand completely, two young men who looked like college students rushed over one after the other, and asked with smiles on their faces, "The song just now was good, can you share the name of the song? ?"