Three Hundred and Seventy Five True Feelings

So... an award?

Ollie was still a little clouded, turned his head and saw Ronan hugging Jeremiah, turned his head to the other side, and saw Maxim's brilliant face, and Cliff also stretched out his arms and kept beating Looking at his shoulder, those expressions and demeanor, all convey the same message.

In a daze, Ollie stood up, Maxim and Cliff hugged him respectively, and then stepped aside, Ollie stepped forward step by step, standing in the aisle, but he still In a state of chaos, it's like Lu Chi standing on the streets of Manhattan.

Then, Ronan also came out and cast a questioning look at Ollie, "Why don't you come on stage?"

Oli was a little cautious, and asked in a low voice in Ronan's ear, "Is it really us? Are you sure?" He looked around nervously and in a panic, lest all this was their own hallucination, in front of the public Make a fool of yourself.

The smile on the corner of Ronan's mouth widened, and he nodded emphatically at Ollie, "Yes, I confirm. Ollie, we should be on stage."

After finishing speaking, Ronan seriously met Oli's anxious and hesitant gaze, and gave a second answer with firm eyes, which made Oli calm down a little; Ronan then patted Oli on the back to signal them Should be on stage.

The audience cannot be kept waiting for them.

But after taking a short step, Ronan noticed that neither Maxim nor Cliff followed——

Obviously, the winners of the song of the year were Ronan and Ollie, and they had nothing to do with them, so they were too embarrassed to step forward, but just stood there and applauded their teammates.

Between the interlacing of light and shadow and the flickering shadows, Ronan seemed to be able to see Maxim's sadness and loss. Very briefly, it flashed lightly in his eyes, and then he smiled again and sincerely sent his blessings with applause, but Ronan Nan knew that deep down, Maxim was still unwilling.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand if you change the position and imagine, Ronan will also be sad and lost. After all, the core of the band's original creation should be Maxim, but now Maxim is not seen in the "Seven" album. No trace of it, and the band turned out to be hitting the Grammys, and if Maxim didn't have any particular thoughts, he'd be either a saint or a robot.

"Maxim!"

Among the bustling crowds, Ronan's smile bloomed, as if he was calling his friends for an outing, and he couldn't live up to the bright spring/light outside the window. From his footsteps to the corners of his mouth, even his whole heart flew up together, cheerful The voice pierced through the crowd and rushed to the face clearly.

Pure and clean.

Maxim's field of vision couldn't help but slightly brightened up, as if a ray of sunlight lit up the world.

Afterwards, Ronan waved to Cliff again, without saying anything, turned around and followed Ollie onto the stage quickly to avoid any further delay.

Maxim looked at Ronan's back, and was slightly stunned. The short pause in his brain allowed him to hear the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest.

Compared with Maxim, Cliff's reaction speed is much faster. Ronan doesn't need three invitations, one action is enough. Then Cliff patted Maxim's shoulder and raised his voice. Called, "Together! Let's go together!" beaming and quickly followed.

Maxim's footsteps hesitated for a moment, his head still had no thoughts, but his body movements had already reacted first, and he quickly chased after him. As he ran, his heart beat rapidly, as if he was flying with wings on his back. It became brighter and brighter as it ran wildly.

on the stage.

Faith and Tim, who had been waiting for a long time, came up one after the other, shook hands with Ronan and Ollie respectively, and handed over the gramophone trophy.

But Ollie seemed to see a hot potato, he didn't dare to pick it up, but turned around and pulled Ronan over, which made Tim stunned for a moment, and laughed dumbfounded.

Ronan didn't explain anything, just smiled at Tim, politely took the trophy with both hands, thanked him again, turned to look at Ollie, and handed the trophy over, "Ollie, remember? We said yes, now it's your turn, this should be your time."

Each of them needs to have their own acceptance speech time. Although the plan has been completely disrupted, it was finally realized in another form. Now the other three have at least said a few words, even Maxim said In other words, it should be Ollie's turn.

Not to mention, the song "My Demon" was inspired by Ollie.

Ollie hesitated.

Maxim, who had already stepped onto the stage at this time, couldn't help being a little envious. He looked greedily at the microphone placed directly in front of him. If possible, he also wanted to stand in front of the microphone and give an eloquent acceptance speech. , none of them thought that the band would have the chance to be on stage again.

However, Maxim still retained a sliver of sanity.

Song of the Year, this is the award for Ronan and Ollie, this is their moment.

Maxim suppressed his excitement and impulsiveness, stood diagonally behind, applauded his teammates, and even whistled to express encouragement.

Oli noticed Maxim's voice, glanced lightly out of the corner of his eye, and then looked at Ronan. He found courage in those clear blue eyes, and took the phonograph trophy carefully, holding the heavy weight in his hand. The next fall, the footsteps seem to be finally able to stand firm.

Turning around, Oli stood in front of the microphone, looking at the dark crowd in front of him, his mouth was dry, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to say, and even had the urge to turn around and run away, but when he turned his head, he saw Seeing Ronan's encouraging eyes, he cut off his thoughts.

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"...I...uh..." Ollie made a sound, but the fragmented words were difficult to organize.

Once, when sitting in front of the TV, I always thought that it was just an award speech, so there was no difficulty; but when I really stood in front of the microphone, bathed in the hot eyes of the audience, the chaotic and burning emotions were just Let the brain be a mess, and I can't think of anything at all.

Heart beating like drums and blood rushing like thunder, he couldn't help tightening his palms, feeling the edges and corners of the phonograph trophy carefully, the slight tingling pain made his brain a little clearer, but "talking" is really not Ollie's strong point, and It's even more difficult when you're in front of an audience.

They are all watermelons.

They are all watermelons.

They are all watermelons.

Ollie told himself over and over again that he was about to blurt it out, but the remaining rationality was still on the precipice, to avoid directly causing chaos at Staples Field, and then broke out in a cold sweat, and the next second his brain went blank .

He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what nonsense he was talking about, as if his soul was wandering out of the sky, only a body was speaking.