King of Stage

　　 The lights of the audience gradually dimmed, and in the end only a lone spotlight lantern was left to cover Ronan.

The air is still burning, the ear can catch the crackling sound, the surging of blood continues to hit the eardrum, but the world gradually sinks into darkness, as if swallowed by the tide, it continues to invade, nibble, Occupy, and finally dominate.

　　 Even the spotlight faintly began to sway slightly, precariously as if it was on the verge of collapse, and the darkest moment came quietly.

　　 The noise settles, the heat wave cools, and the restlessness calms down. The audience in the old blacksmith's bar quietly held their breath and stared at the stage with wide-eyed eyes.

　　 The extreme darkness, the extreme silence, but the extreme excitement and excitement were suppressed, just like before the destruction of the world, the mind froze in an instant.

Without accompaniment, Ronan hummed softly like this, "Uh...uhhhh..." Like a nocturne played by a violin, it sounded melodiously, blooming quietly, and the fragile and sensitive emotions spread little by little. , Cautious and gentle with extreme gentleness.

Involuntarily, I wanted to close my eyes and catch those emotions in the air, but when I opened my palms, I could only feel a burst of emptiness. The loneliness in the depths of my heart slowly settled like this, and it seemed that I could really feel it. The dark moment is slowly devouring and destroying himself.

　　 "Help me, as if the surrounding walls collapsed and besieged me. Sometimes I want to give up, but I can't. This is not something I was born with." (Note 1)

Almost whispered a cappella, with a little temptation, quietly revealing the wounds in my heart, only with the help of darkness can I muster the courage to show the fragility, the pain and struggle entangled in the sound just like this Pulling on his ankles, he slowly fell down.

　　 said "Help me", but it leaked too many scars.

　　 helpless and embarrassed. Painful but stubborn.

　　 The emotions in the voice are so real and so delicate, one pause, one transition and one rise, every detail is so beautiful and moving, so that the mixed emotions of the five flavors are told layer by layer.

There is no soundtrack, no lighting, and no modification. There is only one person and a handful of voices, quietly using melody to express emotions, mixed tastes quietly surging up, and it seems that you can clearly see the sparse shadows cast by the lights on the face. The trembling eyelashes reveal the inner anxiety, just like the gently shaking butterfly wings.

Quietly, slowing down his breathing and lightening his movements, lest his own sound may startle the "butterfly", and finally forget to breathe naturally. All energy and focus are maintained on Ronan's body, like a black hole. All the sights of the audience attracted the past.

　　 No one can be an exception.

　　 Huh.

　　 Gently, Ronan let out a sigh of breath, and it was such a movement that seemed to be naturally integrated with the melody and became a part of the music.

　　 Duncan couldn’t control his body and leaned forward slightly. He just wanted to get closer to the stage, and then closer—

　　 Once again, there is a sharp contrast between the joy of the band’s performance and the sadness that the band’s performance is about to end. In the early morning, the half-dream and half-awake brain has completely escaped, and the mood of the big ups and downs began to rampage, and then it fell along with Ronan’s singing.

The clear and heavy guitar strings sounded, and the lingering sound stirred up ripples, perfectly entwined with Ronan’s voice. The clear and translucent singing voice now has a little magnetism, like the smell of cigarettes lingering at the fingertips, invisible But it exists objectively, the faint smell of tobacco conjures related memories, and then it slowly falls on the chest, the shallow warmth, but it almost burns the chest.

　　 "Lying flat on the bathroom floor, my heart was barren, and the restless and impetuous emotions swallowed me. Give me anything to relax my tense nerves."

　　 Drum beats and plays.

The thick melody set off Ronan’s voice deeper and deeper, and the power bursting from the depths of the soul fits the drums and vents bit by bit. There is no skill and no fancy singing, but I feel it in the processing of the words and the ending. After the emotion was suppressed to the extreme, the shivering, uncontrollable trembling, like the withered leaves of the treetops about to wither in late autumn.

　　The heart, curled up slightly.

　　 "With a drink, you will relax; take her home and you will forget the annoyance; keep telling me that everything will be okay, but is it really the case?"

Darkness, boundless and endless darkness came surging, just like this confined my steps, fled in embarrassment but found that I had nowhere to escape, and finally was imprisoned in a dark cage after going round and round, and the scarred wounds were still there. There was a slight tingling, and the hot blood stuck to the skin. Even though he hugged his knees and tried his best to hug himself with his hands, he still couldn't get rid of the biting cold coming out of my heart.

　　Inside, there is a barrenness.

　　 No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how hard you try, no matter how you run away, but everything is in vain, will everything really get better? Has everything really been better?

　　 Desperate, overwhelming.

From the guitar to the drums, to the bass, the melody climbs up slowly, and the volume is fully improved. The thickness of the whole layer is distinct and natural hitting the eardrum. Ronan's singing voice is becoming more and more determined and more powerful. , UU reading www.uukanshu.com wantonly cathartic.

　　 "Help me! As if the surrounding walls collapsed and besieged me, how many times I want to give up, no medicine can cure it."

　　 "Who will help me, anxiety is overwhelming, how many times I want to give up, but I can't."

Help.

Help!

help me! help me!

The sound was louder, and the wave was higher than the wave, the cry for help was roaring heartbreakingly, clenching his fists and full force, roaring wave after wave, but still unable to get rid of the shackles of the night, nowhere The despair of being absent was suffocating, and then finally the emotions could no longer be suppressed.

　　 Boom!

The cold and heavy piano sound just roared, enveloped the sound of other instruments like echoes, and instantly pushed to a new peak; and the hot blood suppressed under the skin finally lost its control, and broke free from the shackles and burst out. All the forces that burst out of the chamber are released.

　　 "There is no giving up in my blood (It-isn’t-in-my-blood)!"

Lightly, but smartly, brightly, and purely, the sound touches the high pitch just like this, like a whale suppressed under the ocean finally breaking through the water, jumping high, letting out a joyful call, the joy of the open sea and the sky Wanton opened his vision in an instant like this.

Ronan, who held the microphone tightly with both hands, closed his eyes like this. The slender figure seemed to bear the weight of the entire world and release all the energy. He just sang like this without wanton showcasing his skills, releasing instantly, converging instantly, and mellow. The radio makes the aftermath gently agitated.

　　 Then...

　　Note 1: In-My-Blood—Shawn-Mendes