King of Stage

Cliff's slightly trembling voice exploded in his ears, and Ronan looked away in pain, but he couldn't utter the words that came to his mouth, because he knew that Cliff's words really hurt Maxim, or the words from Scooter before:

Creating music, which should have been the strong point of Maxim and Ollie, was then demoted to nothing in front of Scooter, and their dignity and pride were torn to pieces. That was a fundamental denial of their existence, and now Kerry The husband again sprinkled salt on the wounds of Maxim and Ollie.

Turning his head, Ronan looked at Maxim's facial expression that had lost its vitality due to stiffness. The sunlight outside the window was slowly projecting into the room, and the shadow of the backlight covered most of Maxim's cheeks, but he could still see the facial expressions on those facial features. A trace of lonely pain is captured in the silhouette.

Maxim also fell into deep self-doubt. What he once firmly believed in has now been completely disrupted and overthrown, and he panicked.

Ronan tried to open his mouth to say something, telling Maxim that he didn't need to care about Scooter's words, and that Scooter's professional judgment had no reference value at all; The most important reason for persisting all these years.

However, Ronan couldn't find the right words to express his emotions and thoughts. No matter what he said, he seemed to be sympathetic to Maxim at this moment—even if he didn't mean it at all, so the words were like this Stuck in the throat, writhing feebly.

Standing diagonally across from the mattress, Cliff could see Maxim's pain, Ollie's escape, and Ronan's struggle at a glance. He immediately realized the powerful lethality of his words. A sentence continued to be pulled on their bloody wounds, and there was a trace of torture in the depths of their eyes, but the rationality in the impulsive state had already been completely destroyed, and the rampant emotions did not stop.

The deal is done.

Is there still a need for redemption now?

As a result, the words still rushed out from between the out-of-control gates, without being filtered by the brain, and vented all the emotions in a broken jar.

"No! Nothing!"

"Maxim, you can't give an answer, because you know, we have nothing worth holding on to! Holding on to something meaningless is not courage, but stupidity! We should give up, everything in the entire universe Clues are blinking wildly at us."

"Give up give up give up."

"Understood? This is our only choice and the best choice!"

"Ronan should be on 'The Voice' and we should all be back to reality, get a job with our feet on the ground, and stop dreaming. We're not high school kids anymore, we're not kids who believe in Peter Pan anymore , Wake up! Stop holding those unrealistic fantasies!"

"Wake up!"

Cliff also fell into deep despair, grabbing his messy hair with both hands, like a last-crying beast erupting from a desperate situation, and then he was dragged into the darkness by the pain wrapped around his ankles, and escaped into the darkness. The boundless nothingness, the focus of the eyes also collapsed.

Then, Cliff couldn't stay here any longer, he only felt suffocated, he couldn't breathe at all, and he lifted his feet and left the room in one go.

This time, Maxim didn't stop Cliff, he stood there in a daze, his eyes couldn't seem to find the outline of the reflection of his soul; Ronan turned to look at the back of Cliff leaving, but the call stuck in his throat However, he couldn't send it out, and he lost Cliff's figure in a blink of an eye, and then his shoulders slumped heavily.

Even Ronan began to wonder if the adventure he'd inspired the band to go on to complete the tour and to the Full Moon Party had been a mistake—a shock of hope ignited and then extinguished,

It has multiplied and multiplied, and none of them can withstand such a blow.

Taking a deep breath and turning his head, Ronan could see Maxim's gaze.

"Maxim..."

Ronan struggled to open his mouth to make a sound, but he didn't have time to say the following words. You can see Maxim shook his head lightly, stopping Ronan's words, and then a lonely smile appeared on the corner of Maxim's mouth , obviously smiling but full of bitterness.

"I...uh, I need to calm down."

Maxim said, which made Ronan a little flustered, "Maxim, let's talk. You can't just leave like this, if you also turn around, then..."

Maxim didn't let Ronan continue talking, but just patted Ronan on the shoulder, pursed the corners of his mouth at Ronan, and finally turned a thousand words into one sentence, "...just...let me be quiet ...I need to be quiet", and then bypassed Ronan's position, stepped forward, and left the room, Ronan's call came from behind, "Maxim", but Maxim's footsteps did not slow down .

Ronan was a little dazed.

To be honest, Ronan still feels that he is in a dream. In just three days, the world has changed several times. The ups and downs of life are even more thrilling. He still has not been able to accept all Memory, just like this, buried his head forward in a trance, and then fell to the bottom of an abyss again, which was even a hundred times or a thousand times worse than the bad situation in the bar at noon three days ago.

what to do?

Ronan needed a breather, too.

Because of the excitement and excitement of seeing the light again and being on the stage, the whole brain is always in a hot state of overheating, and the memories of the past have not been able to find time to sort out. Now I need to cool down for a while, calm down, and tidy up Thoughts, re-find the direction of progress and the answer to the solution.

So, instead of chasing after Maxim and Cliff, Ronan stopped in the footsteps after all, turned his gaze away, and looked at Ollie who was still facing the wall and Alice who was standing invisible in the corner. There were only two people missing in the room. That's all, but it seems to be empty all of a sudden.

Alice looked at Ronan quietly, her eyes were slightly red, but her expression was still very calm, she didn't show too much emotion, she kept calm all the time, but when Ronan looked over, she saw a warm glow in Ronan's eyes. A warm smile, and then the emotions broke free like this.

Alice stubbornly turned her head away, bit her lower lip hard, controlled her emotions, and refused to show weakness.

Ronan strode towards Alice.

A trace of hesitation appeared in my mind, and I was not sure about my actions, but the instinct/instinct of the conditioned reflex in my mind had already opened my arms first, and hugged Alice firmly. Too firm reason gave Alice a hug.

It seems that this should be an action that Ronan Cooper used to do often.