Seven Hundred and Seventy-Fourth Roaring Lingering

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

Amidst the howling wind and the roar of the audience, Ronan raised his right hand high and made a backhand flip and snapped his fingers:

"Snapped".

The sound was not loud, it was completely submerged in the clapping of the audience, and only the movement could be seen, but it was enough for the band members to receive the signal, and then——

The melody, gone.

No guitar, no bass, not even drums.

Ollie raised his head slowly, sweating profusely, his cheeks were flushed, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and he looked a bit embarrassed, but those eyes were so bright and bright, and there was wanton and ostentatious happiness in the pupils Soaring, the shining light and the stage lights complement each other.

wheeze. wheeze.

Ollie was breathing heavily, and when the drum beat stopped, it didn't mean that Ollie also stopped. He raised his hands high and crossed and hit the drumsticks.

despair. despair. despair. despair.

The uniform rhythm of hitting, although being in the spacious Nokia Theater, you can't hear the sound at all, but you can clearly feel the rhythm, it is... the rhythm of the audience hitting with both hands, so, Ollie means:

Playing, still going on.

Play and don't stop.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The whole audience could feel the signal. Ollie, who was sitting on the high platform of the drum set, looked down like Zeus, overlooking the world under his feet. Without the sound of drums, it can also conquer the scene.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Applause, go on.

Rhythm, roar.

At this time, the audience realized that Cliff and Maxim were also like this. Although the instrument performance stopped, they all raised their hands high, joined Ronan's ranks, joined the audience's ranks, and beat the rhythm together , from the dazzling and complicated layers to the return to the basics, there is only one sound left in the Nokia Theater.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The sound of palm to palm clashing,

Crisp and clean, without any noise or sound effects, it is as pure as an unplugged accompaniment, just use your palm to feel the power, and feel the rising temperature in the friction between skin and skin, hot and hot.

Roaring, lingering and agitating around the ears, the echoes pull out the lingering rhyme, it seems that the vibration of the air can be clearly felt, and the shallow ripples are enveloping on the surface of the skin, a little gentle and a little hot, so that the beating of the heart is shaking Get up and fall into a frenzy.

hum.

hum.

The slightly vibrating sound surged towards me in all directions centered on myself, but I felt waves of agitation, and then surged towards me from all directions, the trembling in the depths of my soul surged wave after wave, involuntarily, The eye sockets became hot and hot.

At this moment, even if he was wiped out and his body was smashed to pieces, he would have no regrets.

In the middle of the stage, Ronan was also excited, as if he could hear the sound of his heart burning.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

That is the echo from the depths of the earth, that is the call from the depths of the universe, that is... the roar from the depths of the soul, continuously bursting out endless energy, and then pouring it all into the melody, letting out a voice, singing loudly .

"Hail to the underdogs, salute the freshmen, salute the outlaws, from Spielberg to Stonewall."

One sound, one sound, so firm and resounding.

One sentence, one sentence, so fanatical and deafening.

In the audience, only the sound of palm hitting echoed. It was pure and simple, but it further enhanced the clarity of Ronan's singing. The hotness and madness hidden in it were so clear and vivid. The depths of the pupils are reflected and burning.

And what about the audience?

Even the band members are no exception.

Ollie, Cliff, and Maxim all focused their gazes on Ronan's figure—this was the first time they performed this song in public, and they had imagined the scene of the concert, impassioned and energetic The shock; but the reality easily broke my imagination.

It was even more turbulent, fanatical and explosive than imagined, ten times, or even a hundred times.

They are rebels.

Pay tribute to the losers and embrace another possibility of life; pay tribute to the back waves, face the passage of time and the coming of the future with a smile; pay tribute to the outlaws, every ordinary person who bravely pursues dreams and shines bravely —Even the tiniest and faintest star is remarkable.

because.

Dare to face failure, dare to face challenges, and dare to face rules, which in itself requires great courage—carefully stay in the safe field step by step, follow the guidance and rules of the predecessors to live, without thinking or taking risks, But only those who are off track will be able to see a different view of the world.

This is true of all from Spielberg to Stonewall.

"Hey!"

Ronan yelled loudly, and then, the melody sounded like a thunderbolt, from Cliff to Maxim to Ollie, the majestic melody poured down, and the audience roared, and in an instant, a Fifteen thousand spectators were swallowed up and no one could escape.

Roaring, stirring above the eardrums.

However, Ronan erupted with a stronger and more turbulent force, and once again surpassed the melody, pushing the performance to a new peak with his high-spirited singing.

"It's time to take action, it's time to wake up, it's time to break the rules and sound the horn!"

boom! Boom boom boom!

Roaring, it exploded deep in the soul, a burst of madness and impulsiveness like a moth to a flame erupted wantonly, and then broke through the shackles of his chest like this, ready to go, ready to move around the corner.

Hear, the king's command.

"Then I shout!"

The energy, breaking free from the shackles, was fully released, and all the 15,000 spectators in the audience joined Ronan's ranks, roaring with the power deep in their souls.

"Hey! Hey hey! Hey hey!"

One mind, one mind.

No one can be an exception, even Jack and little Tony standing on the side stage are no exception, just singing loudly with forgetfulness and freedom.

at this time. now. here.

They are a group of rebels who face life bravely, subvert the order bravely, break the shackles bravely, and face challenges like embracing failure.

They are a group of knights, in their own country, sticking to the never-ending island that will never wither, always be full of vitality, and always shine.

Sing like no one is listening; dance like no one is enjoying; live like tomorrow is the end of the world.

"Hey! Hey hey! Hey hey!"

The audience roared.

The astonishing energy that overwhelms the mountains is surging in the Nokia Theater, as if it can smash the venue at any time, shake the entire Los Angeles, shake the entire North American continent, and even... shake the entire earth and the entire world. Only the vast universe is theirs. limit.

The stars are pouring down all over the sky, and even nature has become eclipsed.

Raise your arms and shout, rebels!