King of Stage

　　 buzzing.

　　 buzzing.

There was a low commotion in his ears, surging like gurgling hot spring water, which made Ronan a little flustered, blinked his eyes to cover up the tears that hadn't had time to spread, and then closed his eyes to cover up his panic. , The ethereal state of creation quickly returned to reality.

The heels fell slowly, and he felt the slight shaking from under the table again. At this time, Ronan realized that he was standing on an unreliable table and singing loudly, like a madman—shame was slow and raging. To, but instantly drowned him.

If he is standing on the stage and bathed in lights, Ronan can easily enter the state of performance, as if he has entered another self; but performing anytime and anywhere in real life is still a bit difficult for Ronan now. Ways to enter a state of total selflessness.

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

　　 His cheeks became slightly hot, Ronan felt a little embarrassed, and issued a strong self-doubt: What shame did I do just now under the public?

　　 So, what should I do now? Can we invite the "good neighbor of the people" Spider-Man to come and take him away directly?

Standing stiff in place for a moment, realizing that the superhero might not have time to pay attention to him, Ronan bit his scalp and opened his eyes, ready to leave the table, but his knees were slightly bent. Before he could make any movements, his muscles stiffened again. Yes, because the trivial sound in the ear is a bit wrong.

Snapped.

　　 Happiness.

　　 Happiness!

　　 That is... applause?

Ronan was a little unsure. He opened his eyes carefully, sparse applause surging around, which was accompanied by whistles and cheers, "wonderful", "one more song", "beautiful", "howl" Key words such as "Roar" and "Good job" followed the sound of the wind to my ears, pulling Ronan's gaze across.

　　 Then, about twenty people and thirty people were scattered around the street in the field of vision.

　　 The crowd, not too many. Part of them are the queuing guests at the hot dog mobile stand, part of the pedestrians scattered home after the rave party, and part of the neighborhood neighbors who work hard in the morning or get up for a walk. So sparsely put together some passing crowds. It's not a climate at all.

However, they all cast their sights towards Ronan. The sincerity and joy in their eyes did not lie at all. They reflected the sparkling waves under the golden sunlight, forming a magnificent scene, and the busy footsteps were just like this. Slow down, gather together following the guidance of the singing, and spontaneously approach one after another, becoming the audience on the stage, and then... applause!

　　 Ronan was a little flattered.

　　 Because this is different, it’s not a bar tour or a full moon party. It’s just singing on the street, but they still stop for themselves. Can this be regarded as a special trip to watch their performance?

　　 Ronan is not sure.

　　 I have heard in movies and TV shows and talk shows before that people stand on the street and perform, and pedestrians coming and going stop and enjoy the performance quietly, and then cheers and applause are not hesitating.

　　 For Ronan, it is a scene that is hard to imagine.

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

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

　　No one has to stop for the street performance, and no one has to applaud for the performance. Everything is spontaneous and disorderly.

Just by portraying it in his mind, Ronan could feel the difficulties and hardships in it. The shame, tension, and lack of self-confidence made him feel deeply that he would definitely not be able to do it, and even evade rejection as a matter of course. It is an absolutely impossible task.

but now! at this time! now! He himself really stood on the street to perform-unintentionally, successfully reaped applause and cheers? Moreover, still using the creations that I completed on the spot, the melody from the heart has successfully won the love and support?

　　 The unspeakable sense of accomplishment and happiness filled my chest like this, and instantly dreamed back to the full moon party stage a few hours ago, but it was even more special.

　　 A smile, just like that, flowed naturally from the bottom of my eyes.

Although there are still some restraints and restlessness, the slightly stiff muscles have exposed the bottom. If he hadn't been immersed in the heart of the melody creation just now, he would never do so if he retains a trace of reason; but Ronan still straightened his waist. , Opened his chest to meet his own applause, put his right hand on his left shoulder, smiled and bowed to express gratitude and salute, as if standing on a Broadway stage.

　　 Left, bow once.

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　　 Gradually, Ronan's feet regained the center of gravity, and his full chest made his steps calm and steady. The whole person became confident, and finally faced the center and bowed again.

　　 Happiness!

　　 Happiness!

　　 The applause was still sparse, because the number of people was so small that he couldn't create any momentum, but Ronan especially liked the scene in front of him.

He likes moments like this. This situation tells him that in real life, everyone is indeed chasing light, even if it is the little luck in life, people are enjoying life in their own way and looking for ordinary life. It’s a moment of his own, which makes him feel real.

Seeing Ronan, who was serious about the curtain call, Maxim could not help but chuckle. The gesture of standing on the simple dining table was a bit funny, but Maxim did not mean to laugh, but felt the sincerity from 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 anytime. He was just immersed in joy, shouting, jumping, crying, crying, howling, and expressing his inner heart with his whole body movements. Emotions, without concealing his sincere liking.

Then, Ronan, who had finished the curtain call, leaped down and jumped down like this, but because his knees were slightly soft, he almost couldn't stand firm. After more than 48 hours without closing his eyes, he now felt that the whole world was in a trance. , Even the sun shook with it.

　　 "Haha." Ronan laughed openly.

"Hey! Brother!" Not waiting for Ronan to stand firmly, two young college students rushed over and asked with a smile, "That song just now is good, you can share the title of the song. ?"