One Hundred and Nineteen Pieces of Inspiration

Darkness, dancing lightly and nimbly at the fingertips, with a little cold touch, and then the fingertips gradually lost consciousness and began to become numb. It seemed that the devil's breath was slowly flowing in the ear, and the whole space slowly solidified stand up.

"Ronan..."

After a moment of silence, Ollie opened his mouth cautiously, trying to say something, but the words paused for a moment, and the sharp ringing of the bell broke the silence.

Jingle Bell!

Jingle Bell!

The wake-up bell rang loudly, and the whole bed and the whole room seemed to vibrate. Ollie was startled and fell under the bed.

Boom!

Ronan only heard a muffled sound. He was first startled by the alarm, and then he was startled by the impact. He sat up straight away, and vaguely saw a figure grunting on the floor. He quickly turned on the bedside lamp, and then he could see Ollie curled up in a ball.

"Ollie, are you okay?"

His pupils vibrated twice quickly, he judged the situation of the scene, and then he understood, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing Ollie, a tall and strong man, curled up in the narrow space between the beds, Ronan couldn't even find a place to stand, and even Ollie was so aggrieved that the bed followed his movements Moving, the picture is really joyful and very impactful.

Although Ronan was very worried about Ollie's condition, the remaining rationality told him that he needed to go up to ask Ollie's condition-he did so, but he couldn't help laughing, just humming presumptuously in his chest buzzing.

Ollie hugged the back of his head and struggled to sit up, but the bed couldn't support the strength at all, so he pushed back most of the position with a "huh", and Ollie squatted down again, with his feet facing the sky , which immediately made Ronan's laughter burst even more frantically.

Ollie himself thought it was funny, he was depressed and ashamed at first, but because of the follow-up, he also laughed along with Ronan, looking at Ronan helplessly, "Didn't you agree that you would never walk alone? "

Ronan couldn't speak at all, he just pointed to his position and indicated the state of the two with his eyes, as if to say: Yes, I will be with you.

Ollie felt a little tight in his chest.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, and then the door of the room was pushed open. Cliff broke in like a tornado. The door panel was trembling like the dead leaves on the treetops in late autumn, and the chattering sound was raging in the room. Ramped up and down.

"I've heard you guys making noises just now, but you haven't finished your preparations after tossing around for so long, you really are! Hurry up, get up, wash up and get ready, we're about to leave! What if there's a traffic jam along the way and the flight is delayed?"

Ollie muttered back, "What kind of traffic jam is there at this time?"

Then I felt Cliff's almost cannibalistic eyes flying over like a knife, which made Ollie make a movement of zipping his mouth shut, and the room was filled with Cliff's voice again, Urging Ronan and Ollie to pack up and get ready to go.

Judging from Cliff's anxiety and excitement, Cliff and Maxim probably didn't close their eyes last night, and they are now in a state of excessive adrenaline. Not to mention them, even Alice didn't sleep well. An Wen, squinted in a daze for about forty minutes, and then got up.

Arrived at the airport unimpeded all the way. It usually takes 30 minutes by car, but it arrived smoothly in less than 20 minutes. The check-in process started early. Even the problem of air transportation of the drum kit that was a worry was perfectly solved without any delay. Then the band members entered the departure hall and waited boringly and anxiously for nearly two hours before boarding the plane smoothly.

After taking his seat in the business class, Ronan was a little excited——

In his last life, he took only a handful of planes, but the few times he flew were in economy class. He had never tried business class, so it was inevitable that he would feel the novelty and excitement of going to the city from the countryside.

However, the mental state of a sleepless night is really not good. The long wait and pride in the waiting hall made the fatigue slowly invade. He fell asleep drowsily and completely relaxed.

When the plane meal was distributed, Ronan woke up, swept the food into his stomach in a storm, and continued to fall asleep under the blanket.

In a daze, it was not until the second plane meal was distributed that he recovered a little bit of vitality. He opened his eyes half asleep and half awake, and carefully looked at the plane meal in front of him. He heard the friendly voice of the flight attendant. Inquiring voice, "Do you want champagne and red wine?"

Ronan rubbed his sleepy eyes and refused with a smile. Then he could hear Ollie next to him asking for a glass of red wine. He couldn't help but turned his head and looked over, only to be startled by Ollie's bloodshot eyes , "God, Ollie, you didn't sleep the whole time, did you?"

Ollie drank the whole glass of red wine in one gulp, turned his head and looked at Ronan excitedly, and instead of answering Ronan's question, he handed over the notebook in his hand. The expression, the whole body can't suppress the excitement.

It was a sixteen-format sketchbook, with stickers of different states on the black cover, messy but characteristic; the edges of the book had been fluffed up, and the traces of time could be clearly seen, and when opened inside, It is even possible to see scattered alterations and records.

It's Ollie's own writing notes, from which many of the One Day Kings' tracks originate, but it's been a long, long time since what happened with Scooter, and Ollie hasn't opened it—maybe occasionally, but eventually. There is no further recording content.

Until today.

Ollie was about to hand the sketchbook to Ronan, but Ronan politely refused and motioned to the plate in front of him, "I'm about to eat, and you should eat something too, otherwise the rehearsal in the afternoon will take a toll on your physical strength." Might not be able to keep up."

Ollie nodded perfunctorily, opened the sketchbook, stretched out his upper body, leaned over, and looked at Ronan flatteringly, just short of a wagging tail that could imitate a dog welcoming its owner home, "Hey, I just now I recorded some snippets of inspiration, how about I read it to you, how do you feel?"

Ronan spread the butter on the bread slowly, as if he was using a butter knife as a paintbrush to create an oil painting, and glanced at Ollie, "Score?"

"No, the lyrics." Ollie shook his head, ignoring the food in front of him at all.

Oli, who always cherishes food and loves food, has left food behind at this moment. This made Ronan glance at the plate in front of Oli, revealing a look of pity, but he still turned his head to look at Ollie, nodded to show that he was listening.