One Hundred and Twenty Haunting Fingertips

Receiving the affirmation of Ronan's slight jaw, Ollie jumped up excitedly, and almost overturned the dinner plate on the small table—fortunately, he saved his respect in time.

But Ollie didn't have time to pay attention to his own small table. He just took a quick glance to make sure that the plate hadn't been overturned. Then he looked at Ronan again, twisted his shoulders, and couldn't wait to share, "Now the lyrics It's not complete, the front and rear splits are still very obvious, I'm just trying to capture some fragments of inspiration, and quickly record them, I'm not sure how they are, so I need some opinions from you."

Ronan nodded slightly, put the buttered bread into his mouth, chewed and swallowed slowly, feeling the slightly baked wheat aroma blooming on the tip of his tongue, the slightly burnt wheat aroma revealed a little sweetness, mixed It is simmering in the gluten that is kneaded properly, which makes people feel satisfied.

Ollie didn't know if he didn't notice Ronan's chewing movement, or if he didn't care, he lowered his head and began to read. The slightly lowered voice couldn't suppress the excitement and excitement hidden in it, as if... the whole The world is brighter.

"Mayday. Help. Help."

"The ship is sinking and they think I'm crazy, but they don't understand how it feels. They circle around me like vultures, they want to crush me and take my color off me, my color off .”

"Oh, he's dominating and I'm falling. Get off my head, I need to keep going; get off my head, keep going like this and I'm going to die."

Although Ollie's expression was full of anticipation and joy, the words that burst out between his lips and teeth were full of darkness. Despair and fear climbed around his wrist like vines, and the tiny spikes slowly pierced into his muscles. , The pain spread bit by bit in the bloody breath, scarred and blood dripping, but there was no sound, just roaring in the depths of his mind.

so hopeless. And so helpless.

"We are becoming one, you take all my pain, save me when I become a demon, I can't stop the sick addiction, it dominates me, drags me into nothingness, I need you I cannot fight alone forever."

"No matter how long I wait, I always know my fate, and it doesn't look rosy."

"Help!"

The low reciting voice ended in this way, and then Ollie raised his head and stared at Ronan intently. The expectation in his eyes was almost overflowing, and he was continuously sending out signals, waiting for a response. The gaze simply cannot be ignored.

Ronan was almost choked by the beef in his throat, "coughed" twice, then turned to look at Ollie, "You don't know, if you don't pay attention when eating, you will easily suffer from indigestion?"

Ollie didn't mind, he laughed, touched his head, turned around, adjusted his sitting posture, faced the plate in front of him, and carefully left the sketchbook on the middle armrest, Only then did he look down at the dinner plate, stared blankly, and slowly opened the food.

But it can be clearly seen that Ollie was a little absent-minded, even the food did not distract him, so when Ronan temporarily put down the food and reached for the sketchbook, Ollie noticed it immediately, Holding the knife and fork in both hands, he turned and looked at Ronan.

As soon as Ronan turned his head, he saw Ollie staring at him like a ghost doll Chucky. He was taken aback and his heart almost stopped working. Do you want to eat it?" But he didn't say anything more, he lowered his head and began to read carefully.

Ronan can understand Ollie's mood completely and 100%, because his mood after creating "Innate" and "Chasing the Light" is like this, half expecting and half apprehensive,

The ups and downs of emotions are hard to describe in words, just waiting for a response.

What's more, this is Ollie's first re-creation in three months, or a re-creation after experiencing emotional ups and downs last night. At this time, Ollie's mood must be more complicated——

There is no need for dialogue at all, the brushstrokes that fall on the paper are the best expressions.

Ronan didn't speak immediately, but gently stroked the words with his fingertips, and he seemed to be able to feel the struggle and pain in the depths of his soul, as the darkness and blood were slowly eating away at the vitality in his body , as if... the devil is in full control of the overall situation.

When the fingertips feel the strokes and power of those words, the notes seem to be waking up, and the humming sound of the high-pressure state in the cabin can be felt in the ear, faintly as if drifting in the universe, that kind of boundless Loneliness is like nothingness that can never be escaped.

Imagine floating alone in space, without any reference object, unable to determine your own position, and unable to determine the flow of time, so the meaning of time and space gradually blurred, just wrapped in boundless chaos , the greatness and insignificance of life are harmoniously blended together, and everything loses its meaning. How should we describe that helplessness, that despair, that confusion?

Then, the words come to life, because the notes in the mind outline the picture, giving the words a vivid new life.

tick. tick. tick.

The "mayday" signal lingers in my ears like a ticking sound, and the distress signal is continuously sent out in an orderly manner. Even if the life lost in the universe has given up, the distress signal still does not give up and is tireless. waiting for someone to hear.

It's like last night.

In fact, Ollie had already sent out a distress signal, but the band members were focused on their own world. The dispute between Maxim and Cliff occupied all the attention, so that they couldn't find out, and then Ollie was like this Escape into the darkness little by little, lost in the vast universe.

Until the sudden joy last night—the second accident after Scooter, the sudden joy was also accompanied by sharp worry and fear, which broke the balance, and then Ollie sent out the distress signal again, this time, finally was Ronan heard it, and the night also tore a gap.

Ronan's right hand finger tapped lightly on the sketchbook, it looked as if he was tapping the Morse code, but in fact he was using gestures to convey the melody composed in his mind, just like playing the piano, cool The sound of the keys lingers between the lips and teeth, and the emotions fall on the fingertips. The golden notes are thus woven into a score, and the vague inspiration is gradually interpreted under the guidance of the text. The feeling is a bit like...

Weightlessness.

Words are evolving into musical notes; emotions are weaving out melodies. The chemical reaction just happened quietly.