One Hundred and Seventy Second, Sneak Away

Seeing Ollie and Ronan who were listening intently, and Maxim who was on a errand and couldn't help but giggle, Wyatt took in all the images of the band in front of him, and couldn't help but half-jokingly joked, "Why is it as if you are not members of the band?"

Ollie tried to answer, but it took some time for him to get used to strangers, his head couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he could only keep silent, turned his head and looked at Ronan, expecting Ronan to be able to answer.

Ronan is already familiar with this, "Even if I re-listen to such an experience as a bystander, I can still feel incredible magic, it is hard to believe that such a thing really happened to us, in order to stand on that piece of On stage, we have been waiting for seven years."

"Welcome to the entertainment industry." Wyatt was accustomed to it.

There are countless cases of overnight success in the entertainment industry. There is nothing unexpected. The real surprise should be the speed of replacement, new and old. Meteors are flying all over the sky, but none of them can stay. No need for a night.

"Seven years, wow, this is a very long waiting time." Wyatt immediately sighed. There are many independent bands in the industry who can still stick to their dreams after seven years. This is not an easy task.

Ronan and Ollie exchanged glances, then Ronan smiled at Wyatt and spread his hands, "Welcome to the entertainment industry."

The 18th-line singers and actors who are unknown and submerged in the vast crowd are as numerous as stars in the entertainment industry. Only one real superstar can appear among a thousand or even ten thousand singers and actors , The seemingly glamorous entertainment industry is actually more ordinary people who are struggling. To them, it is just another profession, not much different from office workers.

The same words that were true in Wyatt's mouth were also true in Ronan's mouth.

Wyatt was slightly stunned, and then he reacted. The smile in his eyes slowly overflowed like this. After thinking about it again, he still felt clever and witty, and couldn't help but chuckled. The sight that fell on Ronan It became deeper, and the interest increased a little bit again.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and Wyatt grasped it keenly, "Ronan, judging from Cliff's description, it should be you who made the final decision, so what do you think moved Bruno that night? And then won this precious performance opportunity for the band?"

Ronan is a little sensitive.

He knew what Bruno had experienced in Los Angeles, and Wyatt, a reporter, must have known it too. What if Wyatt was trying to dig into Bruno's gossip?

Of course, maybe it’s just that Ronan was thinking too much, but Ronan is indeed a little sensitive now, and his thoughts turned a little bit in his mind, and he answered without hesitation, but the answer was a little more cautious, "I really want to answer yes 'Music', it was our music that moved Mr Bruno."

However……

Ronan still displayed humility—or lack of information, "But I know Bruno is a very, very good singer-songwriter, and I don't want to be too arrogant, so I need to revise my answer , I think it should be 'sincere'."

As soon as the words were spoken, Ronan could see the speechlessness revealed by Wyatt's expression,

Blatantly express dissatisfaction with such an answer.

Ronan didn't mind, he laughed cheerfully, and waved his hands again and again, "It's not the literal meaning, but the sincerity revealed in our music, which awakened Bruno's memories. We have all experienced the same long dark years. Music is the only thing that keeps us going. I think Bruno has captured this sincerity in our music, so he’s willing to give us a chance.”

Wyatt thought about it for a moment, "I went around in a circle, so that means your music is particularly good, right?"

"Um?"

Ronan was stunned for a moment, and then reorganized it according to Wyatt's thoughts. After he realized it, he clapped his hands and laughed: It seems that it might or should be true.

Does this mean that he is slowly starting to gain confidence now? And it starts at the subconscious level?

Looking at Ronan who was laughing heartily in front of him, Wyatt's mood also brightened. He had to admit that this was a relaxed and pleasant interview.

"Whatever the reason, I think Bruno saw the light in you, and your show proved Bruno right. The first night on stage at the Verizon Center, the band was there at the opening Although there were low-level mistakes, the band turned the tide with unparalleled performance and gave a wonderful performance, which became one of the most unforgettable memories of countless audiences that night."

Chi Chi.

Wyatt was asking a question, but he heard a low laugh from the side. He followed the sound and saw Maxim who was snickering at a glance.

one. two. three. four.

The eight eyes of the four people were all focused on Maxim, and Maxim's entire expression was stretched out, completely in a state of ecstasy, and even his mobile phone was taken out, as if immersed in the twitter discussion frenzy The appearance of being unable to extricate oneself is simply another world.

"Maxim..." Ollie called cautiously and softly, trying to remind Maxim, but it was obviously too late.

Maxim took a beat before raising his head. Realizing that he was the focus of attention, his first reaction was to straighten his chest and straighten his hair, showing a perfect chic demeanor. He met Wyatt's sight and asked with his eyes. It was as if it was the other party who lost his composure.

Wyatt didn't mind either, but just nodded slightly, with a meaningful expression that made people elusive, "How is it, does the Twitter craze feel a little real now?"

Being exposed to the fact that he was deserting, Maxim still didn't panic, and nodded cheekily, "It feels a little bit. But they can't even say my name, so the feeling is still not clear enough, I mean, M-A-X-I-M, this Not such a difficult name, is it?"

"So, you've been browsing for so long, and this is the only point?" Ronan grasped the point keenly in an instant, and complained mercilessly, "Did they remember the names of the rest of us?"

"...That's not true." Maxim's words stumbled a little, "but they should at least remember my name, shouldn't they? I'm not such an easy-to-forget appearance, even if they don't know, they should be curious Yes." Maxim gestured to his face, his face full of righteousness.

Ollie turned his head, Ronan looked up, Cliff lowered his head and picked his nails, no one wanted to respond.

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