King of Stage

The Grammy Awards Ceremony is no longer a mere "performance". The interests and influence it maintains cannot be underestimated. Every move may send out a corresponding signal and generate follow-up waves— — This is also a manifestation of the influence of the awards ceremony.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

This is true for people; it is also true for things. With such a strong and far-reaching global influence, Grammy naturally needs to assume corresponding market responsibilities and industry roles. More importantly, Grammy must maintain its authority and maintain a consistent professional image.

Atlantic Records used this method to convince the Grammys that they should not succumb to online comments, but should stick to their established line——

In fact, the rise of the Internet storm just shows that Grammy's strategy is correct, because change will inevitably lead to controversy, as is the case with anything in history. If Grammy wants to keep up with the times and prove that its vision is Right, then they have to withstand the sound of the bounce.

However, Ronan was not prepared to discuss the intricate interests of these industries with Alena in detail, so he chose a joke.

"However, I believe that the Grammys have the capacity of adults and won't care about us little guys. No matter what, it's just a song."

Ronan is serious about this. Anyway, "Falling Apart" is just a song, and he doesn't think a song can change anything; moreover, the king for a day is not Queen or Michael Jackson. Top superstars, they have no influence at all.

So, there's no need to take the choice of a song too seriously.

Ronan spread his hands, and his vivid eyebrows seemed to be interpreting the deep meaning behind the words.

Although Alena still controlled herself and didn't rush to clap her hands and laugh, her light smile still made her frosty face bloom proudly, like an iceberg snow lotus, showing a touch of arrogance and elegance, but she couldn't stand it in the biting cold wind. Blooming in fear, people can't move their eyes.

Ronan was slightly absent-minded.

Looking at Alanna intently, almost greedily capturing the charm between every frown and smile, it wasn't until Alanna noticed her gaze and raised her eyes to look back that Ronan realized his short-lived gaffe, and quickly shifted his gaze away. Concealing the panic in his eyes.

Alena noticed the temperature of her gaze, and raised her gaze quickly, trying to find the source of the scorching heat, but was still half a beat too late, missing Ronan's eyes, and only caught Ronan's side face slightly turned away, outlined by light and shadow The side profile of the face shape, the thick and slender eyelashes cast light and shadow, the high nose bridge, full lips and sharp jaw line, every stroke reveals God's meticulous brushstrokes.

However, Alena didn't have the time to look at these things carefully, because all her thoughts were on those long and narrow eyes, and the eyes turned sideways couldn't see the brilliance in the pupils, but only faintly glimpsed a faint glow in the shadows. It was rippling, and the soul-stirring depth made the mind freeze for an instant. First release www.(x81zw) m./x81zw/

In my ears, I heard the singing of Frank Ocean who was rehearsing——

"Whenever I think of you, oh... no no no, I keep thinking about you, you know? I can't stop thinking about you, will you still think of me? Will you? Will you?"

The lazy and warm voice, with the elegance and magnetism of the blues, exudes a bit of ambiguity/sensuality, just like the humid and hot air in Miami summer, sticking wet and sticky to the skin, scorching hot The sweat slides slowly,

Pulling out a slight itching, deep down in my heart seems to be able to feel the taste of lightly fluffing/plucking the feathers, eager to try, unable to stop, but unable to express it accurately.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

It's from Frank Ocean's "Thinking-About-You," which earned him a Record of the Year nomination and is about to perform at the top of the Grammys.

"Or you don't want to imagine the future early, but I have already begun to dream of eternity, oh, oh oh... Or you don't want to think of the future early, but I have already started to dream of eternity, oh... oh..."

Frank Ocean's voice is like dark chocolate, silky and smooth, but with a hint of hoarse bitterness, which makes a touch of sweetness overflow, and the slight tremolo blows towards the ears lightly and gently, making people shut their eyes involuntarily. Close your eyes, as if you can feel an invisible touch——

The palms are not completely close, but slightly spaced apart, but the skin can still feel the temperature of the palms, and then trembles slightly uncontrollably because of the slow movement of the palms, the waves of violent trembling make the toes and fingers all Curled up, tense to the extreme.

Because it was a rehearsal, Frank was more casual and comfortable, and his lazy voice made the sexiness in the melody reveal a hazy breath.

The heartstrings are plucked like this.

Unable to bear it, instinctively, Ronan turned his gaze back, and saw Alena's eyes like black grapes soaked in water at a glance.

Four eyes, transfer.

In those crystal-clear eyes, Ronan could see his own reflection, and even seemed to be able to see the slight fluctuations in his eyes in the reflection, obviously his heart was trembling slightly, and his mind was full of "shifting his gaze", "falling into the wasteland". Run away" shouted, but there was no way to avert the eyes.

At the same time, Alena could also see her own reflection in those bright eyes, and two blushes seemed to fly lightly on her cheeks. Reason was controlling her body to back away, but inexplicably, the distance between the two But it was shortening, and she didn't know what happened.

The melody, reverberates.

"No, I don't like you, I just think you're pretty good, we can spend time together, and I'm going to sell you my beach house in Idaho. Since you think I don't love you, then my kiss Just because I think you are cute, but you are far away in front of me, like a fighter jet that I am not allowed to fly."

Breathe, pull.

The scorching breath seems to be entangled unconsciously, and with the movement of exhaling and breathing, they slowly pull their bodies closer to each other. It is obvious that reason is constantly controlling the body, but the tug-of-war between reason and emotion is lost. They approached each other in a controlled manner, on the verge of losing control completely.

wheeze.

Whoosh!

The scorching hot breath can clearly feel the scorching temperature, and even feel the faint heat emanating from the surface of the skin, and then the line of sight can see the thin layer of pink fluff on the surface of the skin, and the dim light falls down , shining brightly, people couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Then, when she looked down, she could see that... the plump, ruddy lips exuded a layer of luster, like the cherry of the season.

"But, lying alone, I can't help but miss you..."

near.

closer.