One, two, three, four heads, and a bunch of heads were bustling in front of the computer screen. It was obvious that only one person could complete the flight booking work, but the four members of the band all gathered together, as if they were discussing the high-end business of launching rockets.

Although John Mark promised to reimburse business class air tickets, the problem is that the band members have become accustomed to being frugal along the way and have no way to change their thinking patterns for a while. They always want to find the right air tickets as much as possible - and... the band members are short of money.

bite.

A new email reminder was heard from the computer, and Ronan opened the email casually, and then there was a burst of complaints coming from the side, strongly condemning Ronan:

"We are choosing a plane ticket, okay?" "I just saw one and then swiped it over", "When you go back, what's going on?"...

Ronan immediately had a full head, but before he could refute, his eyes had a habitual glance at the sender, "Hey, it's John Mark."

He.

All the sounds came to an abrupt end, and the complaints were immediately cut off, and all their eyes were cast towards the content of the email.

In the email, John explained in detail the itinerary for tomorrow and the next few days.

After arriving in Washington tomorrow, John has made an appointment in advance. The Hilton Hotel in the city center is also attached with an address and contact information. The band goes to the hotel by themselves to check in and then enjoy lunch. A special car will arrive at the hotel at 2 pm and pick up the band to the Vixen Center, the venue of the tour, for rehearsal.

In addition, John said that he is still in Los Angeles and there is still something to be handled. He will go to Washington with Bruno in two days. At that time, Bruno will have a brief interview before formalizing the next work; before that, John's assistant will assist them in the rehearsal and other matters in Washington.

The email was directly copied to John's assistant, and the assistant's work card was attached at the end of the email, and the band reminded him to make an appointment for the air ticket and notify the assistant after confirming the time to arrive at Washington Airport.

"He is responsible for the reimbursement of air tickets."

Finally, John also joked about Ronan.

This email is rich and detailed, full of practical information, arranged all related work in an orderly manner, and brought up an important matter-

The band is still not the last candidate for the warm-up guests. They still need to have an interview with Bruno before things can be confirmed.

In an instant, the sense of reality came to my face. It was precisely because things were not 100% certain that they further increased the credibility of reality.

So... John Mark is really John Mark? John Mark is really Bruno Mars' tour manager? And one day Kings can really become a warm guest at Bruno Mars' concert?

Is all this true?

"Um!"

Ollie did not scream, but directly covered her mouth. The excitement exploded again, but after a brief excitement, she quickly calmed down because she had already vented her whole heart downstairs. Now that Ronan's speculation was correct, Ollie also took it for granted.

However, Maxim let out a long breath, and his heart, which was hanging in the air, was finally able to return to his chest cavity, and then the thump hit hard, and his chest began to hurt faintly.

Ronan's eyes swept across the last line of words again, turned to Cliff and showed a smile, "How about it? Otherwise, we will go crazy with our credit card?"

...

It's late at night.

The tick-clicking hour hand sounded suddenly on the quiet night, just like bells and drums, and it was reflected in the croaking frogs and insects outside the window. It seemed that after the human world fell asleep, nature began their own symphony concert.

Crack.

Crunch.

The movements tossed and turned like pancakes made the spring bed protest strongly, and even could clearly feel the pain of the mattress, as if screaming.

"Can't sleep?" Ronan said to Oli on the bed next door, still closing his eyes tightly.

Oli, who had just finished turning around, suddenly felt embarrassed, "Sorry, I'm disturbing you to sleep? Go to bed, I won't make any noise anymore."

Finally, they booked a plane at 5:25 in the morning, and when they washed up and lay on the bed, it was already 2:15 in the morning. If they didn't want to miss the plane, they could only close their eyes for 90 minutes at most, and then they had to rush to the airport.

This is a helpless choice.

The flight time for a direct flight from Las Vegas to Washington takes five and a half hours, and after they arrive in Washington, they need to go to the venue for rehearsal at 2:30 pm, which means they don't have many choices.

This is also the reason why John chose the One Day Kings Band. Time is rushed, so the time left for the band to rehearse is very limited. In order to ensure quality, John's choice itself is limited.

In the later email, John mentioned that the rehearsal time was 2:00 pm. In fact, this was what John was not considering carefully. He did not calculate the time it took to rush to Washington in Las Vegas. He just took it for granted and threw it out.

Of course, for such details, the band can actually communicate with John's assistant. After explaining the situation, they may be able to change the rehearsal time, but they may not. But the band does not want to take risks because they also know that this opportunity is rare. Bruno Mars has many choices outside them, and they really have no room for bargaining.

Although Ronan believes this is a negotiable issue - it cannot be considered a bargaining at all, the other three band members strongly deny Ronan's idea.

So, the band came to the current situation, briefly closing their eyes for 90 minutes, and then they had to go back on the road.

Everything happened too quickly and too messy. They actually had no room for breathing, and they were just dizzy and prepared to go to Washington.

Now I can breathe for a moment, and the tension and anxiety spread in the darkness and I can't fall asleep at all.

"It's okay, I'm half asleep and half awake." Ronan showed a light smile, "Why, are you nervous?"

"Yeah." Ollie responded quietly.

"What are you nervous?" Ronan asked lazily. Although he was drowsy now, he really couldn't fall asleep completely. He was always worried that he might miss the time when he fell asleep a little, so it would be better to chat and stop sleeping tonight, and wait until the plane was on to make up for his sleep.

Ollie didn't say anything. For a long time, just when Ronan thought Ollie was asleep, Ollie's voice came again, "I can't believe that all this is true. I always feel that this is like a dream. When I close my eyes and fall asleep, that is, when the dream wakes up."

"Ronan, is this true?"
Chapter completed!