Hey! Hey!

Roar! Roar!

Roaring, constant.

A beam of light, a stage, a voice, a melody, a night.

Life seems to return to the simplest and most primitive appearance, temporarily forgetting the heavy mortgage, temporarily forgetting the annoying children, temporarily forgetting the bad boss, temporarily forgetting the boring work... temporarily forgetting everything, just immersing in this moment, only myself and beer, and the melody in my ears, this is all.

Use singing to convey your heart, build bridges with melody, and awaken your enthusiasm with your eyes. Everyone in the bar is in the same world, enjoying themselves and caring.

Life can still be returned to simplicity.

Pa! Papa!

Step! Step! Step!

Sound, thunder.

Some people slapped, some jumped, some cheered, some hummed, and some laughed.

The whole "Noon" bar was hustle and bustle, and different drinkers were immersed in different ways. The palm-sized stage really turned the bar into a performance venue, just like being in a concert, no one could be exceptional, devoted themselves to music and rigged open their tie and cared for free.

The roaring sound made the air become restless, and the gust of boiling sounds jumped on the surface of the skin. The sharp and hot temperature made the sweat become steam, and the whole space was filled with smoke. The midsummer sunset was ignited and burned violently.

Performances make people enter a state of selflessness.

Before we knew it, the number of guests seemed to increase again. Before seven o'clock, the bar seats were already occupied. The craze on Thursday evening arrived early, and the joy and excitement between the eyebrows made everyone relax. They were already intoxicated without alcohol.

At this moment, all eyes were gathered on the figure who was performing hard in the middle of the stage, sweating profusely, cheeks flushed, eyes bright—

The simple outfit of a white T-shirt with jeans and canvas shoes exudes a youthful atmosphere from the inside out. The slightly curly light brown short hair becomes wet and heavy due to sweat. It stretches its fists and feet unrestrainedly, and the sweat flying in the air can feel the fanaticism coming to your face.

The milky yellow lights are focused on the stage from different angles. The sparse shadows hide the outline of the facial features, but the clear and deep eyes are like a blue ocean. A shallow rise outlines a thrilling look, which makes the audience's heartbeats become rushing.

Duncan, that's the case, his whole mind was completely immersed in the performance, and he just wanted to take off his burden and devote himself to it.

The smile bloomed freely like this.

"...Thank you, thank you everyone. If possible, we hope to be able to stand on this stage and create the longest continuous performance Guinness record, but unfortunately, we were not able to invite the official recorder of Guinness Records to New Orleans because they all went to Atlanta."

The whole audience burst into laughter!

Ronan's joke slightly complained about the "competitive relationship" between New Orleans and Atlanta:

As southern cities, they are both large cities but are not valued. They are often criticized as remote areas that are not popular - this is indeed the case compared to New York and Los Angeles.

But between the two cities, Atlanta obviously has more resources, further squeezing New Orleans' economic development space. In turn, New Orleans is completely out of Atlanta in terms of cultural heritage.

With a casual humor, Ronan successfully made all the bar audience whistle.

"So, I guess tonight shouldn't be the best opportunity, which means that our performance is over."

Ronan showed a big smile.

Despite being full of reluctance and regret, thirty minutes were fleeting, Ronan still cherished the performance opportunity tonight. This was his first full live performance, worth remembering, which was enough to satisfy Ronan.

"But, don't worry, there will be more and more exciting performances ready to appear next."

"Thank you everyone, we are the King-for-a-day, and it seems that it is today." Ronan once again threw out a little humor, and the audience burst into laughter for the second time, and Ronan's eyes were full of glory. "Thank you for visiting our kingdom and wishing a wonderful night."

After saying that, Ronan raised his right hand high, and then he could see the bar guests holding up their beer glasses, giving the best praise with cheers and applause. Until the band members left the stage and came to the corridor, they could still feel the craze behind them.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Before he could enter the corridor, Ollie's sigh came from behind, and he repeatedly patted Ronan's shoulder and was very excited.

For the band members, their feelings are more direct and appropriate. Oli can clearly feel Ronan's control over the performance, and he is truly like a fish in water. The whole performance seems very relaxed and extremely devoted, and the band members also enjoy it.

Ronan turned around and could see Oli's right hand raised high at a glance. He was stunned for a moment, subconsciously doing a high-five move. Then he could see Maxim and Cliff both squeezed over and completed the high-five moves one after another. Feeling the hotness coming from his palms, the excitement was released.

"Excellent! So wonderful!"

“Beautiful job!”

“It’s amazing tonight.”

"The firepower is fully opened!"

Maxim couldn't suppress his excitement, stared at Ronan with wide eyes, sighing, "This should be the best performance in your history, and his condition is really good. What's going on? It shouldn't be that the cold medicine was too much in one breath? Or cough syrup?"

Originally, the praise from all directions made Ronan feel helpless. He was not used to others' praise to him, especially about singing. This should be the first time in his memory. He didn't know how to respond, and he didn't even have time to say humble words...

At this moment, Maxim's words made Ronan stunned, and he clapped his palms and laughed, then nodded seriously and replied, "Well, I drank three bottles in a row, how about it? Are you in good condition tonight?" The smile that emerged from the eyes and corners of his mouth made the joy roll.

"Wait, wait, we need help bringing the instrument back, the next game is about to begin." The reminder was Cliff, who was sane.

For such a performance, all aspects are self-sufficient, and of course they also include moving instruments. The band members have long been used to it, but they were too excited tonight. After the performance, they turned around and left, and then they forgot.

So, in the bustling hustle and bustle, they turned back, moved the instruments with laughter, and returned to the parking lot at the back door of the bar, and moved the instruments into their RVs.

Just now, they were standing on the stage, and they turned around and rolled up their sleeves to become porters. Even though the gap was so clear, they still enjoyed it and enjoyed it.

"Dreams make life tolerable" probably means that.
Chapter completed!