Seven Hundred and Sixty Eighth Roaring Down

One high note, another high note, a full release of emotions, but for Ronan, it came at his fingertips, and it didn't seem to take much effort.

Another high-pitched explosion and ending, Ronan pulled back a little distance, then put his hands on the keyboard in front of him, all other accompaniments disappeared, and his slender fingertips fell on the black and white keys, the clear and cold keys The sound permeated the whole venue and resounded, like a turbulent clear stream, running fast among the moss and pebbles, but it was still clean and bright, as if it could reflect the traces of sunlight flowing.

thump thump thump!

thump thump thump!

The clear piano sound flowed down three thousand feet and swept across the audience. The pure and clean notes washed the blood from the wound bit by bit, and the slight chill penetrated into the skin. It was so delicate and appropriate that it seemed that Luo Nan's fingers could be clearly felt. The power of the tip flying between the black and white keys, one deep and one shallow, one light and one heavy, pulls the emotions deeply and shallowly, and the noise of the whole world disappears silently.

Bass!

Bass!

The low and deep strings of the cello flow out from the background melody, entangled with the notes of the piano and permeate bit by bit, the mellowness wraps the coldness, and the gentleness wraps sadness, layer after layer, the complex and delicate emotions are in the melody It is vividly displayed, and the intricacies that cannot be expressed in words are all permeated in the notes, making people have nowhere to escape.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Drum beat, sounded.

Like the echo of the abyss, it is light and distant, and it travels lightly between the cello and the piano, it is not obvious, but a light drumbeat conveys too many complexities, those injuries are real, those are light and those are heavy, It hits the soul like a morning bell.

hum.

Leave an echo.

Lewis couldn't help raising his gaze, passed Ronan's figure, looked towards the back of the stage, and then saw a beam of weak spotlights falling down, outlining Ollie's broad and burly body.

Because of the distance, I can't see the specific expression clearly. I can only capture Ollie's immersion and devotion from the forward and backward swinging movements. The half-closed eyes can't see the light in the eyes, but they can capture the temperament that emanates. , a little bit of sadness, a little bit of pain and a little bit of relief, the gesture of ecstasy is transmitted to the drumbeat through the fingertips and forearms, and the vicissitudes of life have been exhausted between one light and one heavy.

Tonight, Ollie is indeed blessed,

The drum beats seem to have vitality, and every touch and every hit becomes vivid and real.

Boom!

Distant and deep, like morning bells and evening drums reverberating between the valleys, vicissitudes are revealed in the grandeur and majesty.

Then, all the playing of the cello and piano disappeared, and only Ollie's drumbeat was still advancing in a rhythmic manner.

Bass.

In the silence, the strings of the violin sounded leisurely, clearer and lighter, with a kind of ecstasy free and easy, flying up and down between Ollie's thick drumbeats, vaguely able to catch the hunting beyond the strings The wind and the surrounding clouds, the magnificence of the clouds rising and falling spread out in front of the eyes, and the strings of the violin were faintly visible in the hazy sky, as if they might disappear at any time.

The drumbeat, hidden in the depths of the clouds, is like the agitation in the depths of the soul, one wave, another wave.

The gazes of the audience focused on Ronan sadly and longingly, no one could be an exception, and they couldn't help holding their breath, lest they might never see again in a blink of an eye.

The spotlight gently outlined the outline of Ronan's face, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and he approached the microphone, humming softly.

"All broken souls, they can never make me whole; they don't know, they don't know where my heart is, they don't know anything about me."

After singing softly——

Melody, played.

The sky is full of light.

"All cruel souls, each fragment is so glorious..." High voice, burst! "They don't understand, they don't understand where my heart is going..." Treble, magnificent! "They don't know anything about me!" Treble, release!

One step after another, Ronan's treble continued to push his emotions towards the peak, and the roaring melody of the audience exploded with incredible power, but it still couldn't cover up the energy released from Ronan's singing, instead it became a foil, evolving For the background of Ronan's singing, it outlines the magnificence in front of you.

"I will do my best to touch a more beautiful new world..." The treble, Hurricane, tasted a little bit of bitterness in the hearty release.

"But they don't understand...they don't understand where my heart is going..." The treble, wildness, the struggle behind the confusion and confusion seeped out bit by bit.

"That's the darkest realm!" Treble, peak!

The energy released layer by layer climbed unbelievably, piercing through the ceiling again and again, and in an instant, it shone on the audience as if the sky was overflowing. In the brilliance of the gods, he worshiped with astonishment.

The brain is blank, just immersed in the mighty shock and unable to extricate itself, escape into the world of music in a state of weightlessness, completely lost.

However, the treble is still not over.

"You and I were one, blooming life like moths to a flame; you lingered in my words, and now they are shut out."

Rip, bloom.

Explosion, roar.

The continuous high-pitched voices were in full bloom amidst roaring and roaring. It seemed that every note was exploding in Ronan's voice, like a firework. In an instant, the light makes people lose their souls and forget to breathe.

"You and I are disappearing into ashes, tasting the bitterness and bitterness you left alone; I cut out the whole heart for you, but it hit the high wall you built."

Release, let go.

Peak, soar.

The continuous treble makes the full-fire melody completely reduced to a supporting role, and the unparalleled energy fully demonstrates Ronan's charm. The soul agitation felt in the veins bursting out and sweating profusely has a kind of ruining and destroying the world. The energy of the earth is simply irresistible.

Then--

"Sparks are flying around..."

treble!

Hit it again!

Higher pitch!

The melodious treble roared mightily in the Nokia Theatre. One day the performance of the Kings Band had reached an untouchable extreme, but Ronan's clear treble could still dominate the audience, breaking through the sky unstoppably. As if directly bumping into the thick dark clouds and haze above the head, forcibly capturing a ray of dawn, the roar that was so intense that it was boiling hot vented down in the stunning high-pitched voice.

The audience roared.

The power that swept away thousands of troops stirred up layers of trembling in the depths of the soul, unable to stop at all, opened his mouth slightly, lost all language ability, just like that, surrendered to it.

Then, slowly, just like this, the microphone was pulled away slowly, and the sound gradually disappeared, leaving only a lingering aftertaste. The performance ended like this, but the hotness and madness in the air were still vibrating, and the mind was stirring.

This is the king!