King of Stage - Chapter 864

Vanity Fair is like a mirage and makes people lose themselves. There is no difference between being famous overnight and falling down overnight. There are two sides to one.

Before that, Macaulay Culkin (-Culkin) caused the family to split up with the “Home Alone” burst into popularity, and then Britney Spears swept the millennium global market to the top but fell into the absurdity of flash marriage. The bizarre with a night bald head.

Before, Nirvana was torn apart after the fall of Kurt Cobain and then disappeared in dust at its peak, and the memory is permanently fixed. Later, the Huan entertainment team climbed to the top in a year, and then disappeared in the speed of light for two years and finally disbanded. No trace.

There are countless similar cases.

Ronan had heard of these news more than once, but as a bystander, he only sighed at the impermanence of the world and was only surprised at the ups and downs of his life, but he never really understood the mystery. Because only by personally being in the noise and halo, can I feel the kind of loss and embarrassment.

Then, it happened.

Ollie happened, Cliff happened, Maxim happened… In the end, the king would forever freeze in the bright sunshine of the spring of 2014 and become a memory.

It’s like a sand castle.

Ronan worked hard, redeemed, and fought, but was powerless. Until one day, Ronan went to Cliff’s house in person, hoping to have a face-to-face conversation, only to see Cliff was at a party, and it was Trastan who came to open the door. He smiled and said to Ronan, “Welcome.” Just like the master.

At that moment, Ronan realized that it was not New Orleans two years ago anymore, and they couldn’t get through the same predicament again.

We can share wind and rain but there is no way to share happiness.

Time flies, and they are no longer what they used to be.

That day, Ronan lifted his jaw slightly, showed a bright smile at Trastam, and took a step forward, approaching Trastam’s ear.

“Happy end of the world, Trastan.”

He says.

Although he could not hear anything in his ears, he could see the subtle changes in Trastan’s expression, a little panic, a little panic, and a little anger shaking in his pupils. Even if he tried his best to stay calm, he could still feel his. Tension and fear.

Like a paper tiger.

In fact, they all thought about a question, what was the level of the king in the day before Ronan took over the right to create the band.

Was the king really just a lack of opportunity in the previous day? Is Scout’s judgment really such a huge deviation? Has Trastan really tried nothing?

So, after leaving Ronan, Cliff and Maxim also flew solo. Can they really become the second David Grew?

Don’t forget, Trasta’s first goal was Ronan.

Looking at Ronan with a smile in front of him, there is no anger, no madness, no sadness, no loss of control, Trastan even suspects that deafness is just a cover, Ronan has always been able to hear, but deliberately sold flaws to hide under the water. All of his conspiracies and tricks have surfaced.

Such thoughts made Trastan shudder.

Then Ronan walked away.

Although calm on the surface, in the depths of my heart, after all, some parts of it collapsed. After that, Ronan temporarily set aside everything about the band, escaping from reality like an ostrich, even if he knew it was wrong deep in his heart, he still couldn’t control himself and fled far away.

Including Ollie’s relics, Ronan has never sorted it out.

In fact, Ronan also knew that he couldn’t escape forever, he needed to face it after all, but he always told himself, wait, take a rest, and it would be fine, and then he dragged his feet to the present.

I hope that Alena will return to work. On the one hand, he hopes that her life can continue, and he really wants to see Alena shine on the stage again; on the other hand, he also forces herself to escape from the safe haven, when Alena starts to continue. When moving forward, he also needs to force himself to move forward.

It seems that today may be the best opportunity to step forward again.

Looking at the relic box scattered everywhere in front of me, my breath was cut off again in an instant, and the piercing pain reappeared. My ears still can’t hear the sound, but I can feel the sharp sound of chalk hitting the eardrum. , Can’t help but want to escape.

But this time Ronan didn’t.

Taking a deep breath, taking another deep breath, Ronan regained his breathing rhythm, then picked up the draft in his hand, scanned it carefully, but stopped involuntarily, and then read it word by word carefully, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. It rises, revealing a touch of bitterness.

“Girl, give me a little attention () Will you die? If I hurt you, I’m afraid God will teach me well.”

“Will you hate me if I say goodbye now, so fast that you can’t even see your back; if I run away, will you hate me? Day and night will die with the wind.” (Note 1)

This is a **** lyrics.

On the lyrics, you can see the mottled tears, like a sunflower in full bloom, the bitterness and helplessness hidden between the lines, blooming lightly, a kind of despair that is difficult to describe in words just like this gently revealed, Ronan His heartbeat also slowed down.

“When you cry bitterly, you just waste time on a boy you don’t like at all.”

“Can you not be so… so obvious? Take it easy, take it easy.”

“Do not.”

God.

Ronan closed his eyes in a panic, controlling the turbulent emotions, but still couldn’t stop the torment of self-blame and chagrin and smashed his head over his head.

It turned out that Ollie did not forget, from beginning to end, Ollie did not forget Ophelia.

He is still paying attention to Ophelia’s every move, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, Ophelia has started dating again, Ophelia has broken up again, Ophelia is hurt, Ophelia Still trying to be strong, Ophelia found a new date again, Ophelia still felt lonely.

Even if Oli knew that the intersection between him and Ophelia was over, he still had no way to control his emotions.

Those struggling, those crying, those wandering, those hesitations are all hidden in the music-just as Ronan said, those melody can carry the fragments of our soul, if you can’t say it, it will be expressed in musical notes.

In a daze, Ronan remembered the girl again, the girl who accompanied Ollie through the last days of his life, the girl who cried so much at the funeral, that… the girl who looked vaguely like Ophelia .

Everything becomes clear.

Ronan was shocked as if he was shocked. The draft in his hand was about to fall. He had to support the dining table with both hands and sat down slowly. Only then could he barely control his body, but he still breathed. But come.

The stomach burns badly.

Note 1: Follow (—Joji)