"Some people reach the top, some people fail, and some people are born for music."

Ronan whispered to the microphone, "Born for music", how simple but beautiful a sentence, just a syllable collision between lips and teeth is enough to make the body tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Bathed under the caramel-colored light, he could clearly feel the scalp of the light falling on the surface of his skin. The sweat was flowing after singing loudly, which was a little itchy, but his chest, which was breathing sharply, made the overheated brain unable to react, and his heart trembled slightly.

He needed a brief rest - the weakness of the high fever was disintegrating his excited willpower.

Bang.

Slap.

Sparse applause sounded, not bright or neat, and it was even a little thin in the huge bar, so it looked pitiful and slightly harsh.

However, Ronan's ears stood up and followed the applause, and then he could see a bearded guest sitting next to the bar applause.

The guest seemed to have no concern for the eyes of others at all, and just gave Ronan an applause. The eyes hidden in the shadows could not see the expression, but could feel the praise and rewards conveyed by the eyes. The unswerving applause was the best practical action.

Slap!

Slap!

One after another, a few more guests gave applause. In the face of each other, the applause gradually gathered. Finally, most of the customers present joined the applause without hesitation. Some even whistled and made jokes. The ups and downs of sound seemed rude and rude, but it was real and sincere enough. The sincere appreciation made the atmosphere of the bar boil.

Even the bartender is no exception.

These drinkers quietly raised their jaws, as if they were looking up at the stage, listening with their ears in a clear or turbid look, and a hint of concentration was revealed in their eyes—

Everyone has their own story, but different stories find resonance tonight at the same time, just as the song sang, "You can revel all night for just a smile, never stop until dawn." At this moment, they find similar smiles on each other.

This is enough.

Just because of this, they willingly gave their applause.

Standing before the microphone, Ronan's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He liked such moments because of the sincere applause, and even because of the touch and resonance revealed in his eyes - at least when the melody sounded, they were all companions standing side by side.

He had dreamed of such moments countless times, but the reality was even better and happier than he imagined, and was moved in his chest.

There were only twenty-three guests, not even a formal performance, and the sparse applause was completely unimpressive; however, it was so precious to Ronan, and he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose. He looked at the simple scene in front of him greedily, and was firmly engraved in his heart.

He could see it, he could stand on the stage and sing. He even won the support of applause, everything was so beautiful that it was without realism.

"Thank you, thank you for listening to me sing."

Ronan said this. He is sincere.

Oli, who was hiding in the shadow, raised his jaw slightly and looked at Ronan's broad-minded back. His body, which was slightly weak and thin due to a high fever, was now strong and upright, revealing a sense of perseverance and determination invisibly. His temperament seemed to have changed slightly.

That purity reminded Oli of the time when he and Ronan had just met.

Through the crowd, Oli saw Cliff and Maxim standing in the shadows. They couldn't see it clearly because of the distance, but Oli could still vaguely feel the bright colors on the two friends' bodies, and a smile flowed out in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Oli saw Sam strode forward. Because he was not focused enough, Cliff and Maxim were unable to stop Sam. This action instantly broke the deadlock. Oli's face became flustered again, and he quickly stood up and walked up to meet him.

The same goes for Ronan, Cliff and Maxim, who meet in two directions toward Sam.

But unexpectedly, Sam had no intention of confronting him head-on. He turned around and walked to the passage on the left, which was the corridor leading to the kitchen and the back door.

This action seemed to indicate that the situation was not good, because Sam had no intention of continuing to talk. The four friends of the band quickly exchanged glances, but had no time to communicate, so they immediately turned into the corridor and quickly caught up with Sam's footsteps.

Maxim, who was behind, whispered to Ronan's head, "The performance is great."

But this time was obviously not the best time to communicate. Ronan just smiled and expressed his gratitude to Maxim, and then hurriedly chased after him.

Sam pushed open the back door and left the bar, and then the four band members followed him to the parking lot at the back door.

"Sam..."

Cliff was the fastest and he called Sam at the first time. He tried to fight for it, but Sam did not give him a chance and directly raised his right hand to stop Cliff.

Seeing that my footsteps had arrived at the parking lot and left the bar area, the cold moonlight fell, and the boiling blood cooled down, and a chill came out like this, and an unknown premonition was gradually transforming into reality - Ronan and Ollie's efforts did not touch Sam.

"Sam, we promise...we can return tomorrow..." Cliff was still making his last effort, his hard voice as if he had filled a piece of lead.

Sam interrupted Cliff again, "I am not interested in these guarantees. You should know that although we signed the contract, the decision to make you on stage is in my hands. I have paid the fee, but I don't want to see you on stage. This is my decision. I have no interest in what to perform. All I care about is the interests of the customers."

"But customers like our performance." Ronan spoke out, and he always felt that he needed to fight for the band as well - because he really liked the feeling of standing on the stage.

Sam paused for a moment and observed Ronan carefully. The expression under the moonlight was a little playful, and finally turned into a smile, "That's true, because customers like your performance, I mean the last song just now, so I changed my mind. Tomorrow night, you come to perform again at the same time, and the remuneration fee is still the same, but the dinner and drinks cost tonight must be deducted."

What?

Return to perform?

"What do you think?" Sam didn't get a reply, so he asked again.

"Of course, there is no problem, of course there is no problem! That's it!" Cliff immediately replied loudly, the joy in his voice could not be hidden at all, and it just overflowed.
Chapter completed!