Seven Hundred and Fifty Ninth Conversion Track

, king of the stage

"Departure" tour, after a long six-month journey, "Young and Hot Blood", a brand new song that has not been released, has been sung many times in the Encore. The existence of this song has also been known through social networks.

But obviously, the "Young Blood" sung at the opening tonight is completely different, and it is not like any previous encore performance.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Standing in the center of the stage, bathed in the spotlight, Ronan held the microphone with both hands, humming the melody softly, not even accompanied by a guitar, just a voice, pure to the extreme and clean to the extreme, the entire Nokia Theater All audiences can delicately capture every detail in Ronan's voice, those tenderness, fragility, pain, relief, and persistence...

Fresh and real.

In an instant, the world escaped into a time-space rut. Here, it seems that time has stopped moving forward, as if the space has lost its meaning, only Ronan's singing and himself, feeling the singing like a trickle falling in the depths of the soul. At the same time, those wounds that he had ignored stinged slightly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

It was like a lullaby, peaceful and calm, but it made people couldn't help tears welling up in their eyes, and their heart trembled uncontrollably, almost out of breath.

"Young blood, say you want me, say you want me, back in your life, I'm just a walking dead tonight. But I want it, yes, I want it..."

The words are eloquent, such as pouring out, the tenderness is heartbreaking, the sadness is breaking down, and the lightness is intoxicating.

Then, a slow fade-out effect, the singing voice disappeared in the microphone, and a pause filled the audience with silence. The voice, like a wisp of green smoke, was slightly hoarse, swaying and dancing to the rhythm of the jazz melody , the vicissitudes of life have been exhausted in the elongated coda.

Everything was silent.

Only the sound of the heartbeat was hitting the eardrums, but it pulled away the long-forgotten and deeply hidden wounds in the depths of the soul, and the bursts of pain rushed in like tides, and the sight of the stage was flooded like this. Light, as if all the lights and stars of the world were projected down.

There was a silent sigh, and then Ronan's singing danced and spun lightly again.

"No time... no moment..."

Heartbroken.

Want to cry but have no tears.

The Nokia Theater fell into a grand and grand farewell like this, completely sinking physically and mentally. I opened my mouth and tried to make a little sound to respond, but found that I just stood there in a daze, unable to make a sound or move. , like a fool.

Then, the bitterness at the corner of the mouth slightly raised an arc.

Then, you can see Ronan grabbing the microphone with both hands, standing up slightly, and closing the distance between the microphone and his chest, as if whispering in his ear.

"Young blood!"

"Say you want me say you want me say you want me!"

There is still no accompaniment, and it is still tender, but the rhythm and speed show a relaxed and rising posture, and the tone also begins to soar gradually, creating an auditory effect of a roller coaster rising vertically at ninety degrees. In an instant, tearing His voice exploded with unbelievable energy.

"Say you want me say you want me!"

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The roar of heavy metal rock bursts out unparalleled energy, which is fully released at the peak of the treble beyond the treble.

"Want me, want me, want me! Say you want me! Ah! Ahhh! Want me! Ah! Ahhh!"

sprint! sprint! Sprint again!

an octave,

Another octave, another octave, the limit of the treble is constantly being refreshed and broken, the soul is trembling, and the goosebumps are bursting out.

The continuous sprinting to the peak and breaking the limit of the singing created an overwhelming effect, full of catharsis, and the vast and turbulent shock and impact filled the entire Nokia Theater irresistibly, mighty and mighty!

The whole audience was sluggish.

The audience was shocked.

From the extreme of gentleness to the extreme of release, the roaring outburst unreasonably held the audience in place, and they tried their best to stare at the stage with their eyes wide open. Layers upon layers of hurricanes swept over, and every soul was Caught off guard and lost his spirits, the only thing he could do was to surrender impassionedly but impassionedly.

Worship.

boom!

Until the extreme, until the peak, until the limit! Then, drums boom!

It was only at this time that people realized that the last piece of heavy metal rock roar was still without accompaniment, and it was completely a cappella, but it was precisely because of this that there was still no noise or chaos amidst the catharsis and explosion of the turbulent waves. , still can deeply feel the clarity and softness deep in the soul.

heartbreaking.

Boom boom boom!

Drums, guitars, bass, all the accompaniments sounded, and the lights on the stage were also fully lit up with the bursting fireworks. The whole world was brightly lit, switching from quiet to roaring tracks, from one extreme to another, creating The illusion of weightlessness, the universe turned upside down.

The power of piercing clouds and hitting rocks is like a sudden rainstorm in the midsummer afternoon, pouring down unreasonably.

In the audience, the stars were shining brightly, comparable to a meteor shower, and the tremors in the depths of the soul followed one after another, and they couldn't stop at all.

"Back in your life, I'm just a walking dead tonight, but I want it I want it, all the time."

The same melody, the same lyrics, the same aria, but endowed with completely different temperament and emotion, the pain and bitterness, sadness and struggle in the wound are all released without reservation, as if you can see a soul covered in bruises, in the gust of wind Dancing in the rain.

So sad, yet so insane.

So painful, yet so beautiful.

Then, Ronan raised his hands high, like a flamenco gesture, bright and dazzling lights fell down, outlining his profile, hot sweat slowly slid down his temples, drooping Her eyelids can't hide the brightness and brilliance of the eyes behind the eyelashes.

Like a sea full of stars.

The powerful momentum permeated the audience like this. At this moment, even the beating of the heart has been forgotten, and all the minds are firmly concentrated on Ronan.

No one remembers being late for the opening, no one remembers Cathy's embarrassment, no one remembers the meaning of tonight, everything is no longer important, the only thing that is deeply imprinted on the soul is the figure in the center of the stage, pouring out the whole world The weight of the fire, the impulse of moths to the flame deep in their hearts is just around the corner, it seems that only one look is enough to make them burn together.

The accompaniment stopped again and fell into silence.

Then, Ronan snapped his fingers.

Yes, snap your fingers.

Snapped. Snapped. Snapped.

The crisp sound of snapping fingers rang like this, and then the sound of hitting the castanets could be caught and joined together, as if preparing for a flamenco performance, the relaxed rhythm drew the rhythm of the heartbeat And the flow of blood, hand in hand to complete an ensemble.