“…this is what you are born with (it-is-in-your-blood).

Ronan was able to capture a bright and cramped look in Alice's eyes, but it was more certain, which made Ronan laugh.

From the words "This is not innate" in Ronan's singing to the words "This is innate" by Alice, but the subject has been changed, but the meaning conveyed is similar. Further, Ronan can sense the jokes in Alice's words.

"It seems that there are a lot of things hidden in my blood." Ronan also teased, which made Alice laugh so hard that she was tilted back and forth, and she kept "beating" Ronan to express her slap. Ronan, who was beaten innocently, was full of question marks, but she retreated repeatedly but still couldn't dodge.

Waiting for the laughter to calm down a little, Alice re-adjusted her sitting posture, trying to regain her broken image on the ground, and seriously returned to the serious topic, "I have never heard of the song just now, when was it created?"

Ronan doesn't know how to answer.

He was a little shy and nervous.

Although he returned to the world of music through creation in his previous life, he had not been recognized yet. He was just starting out and had no idea about his level and ability. In fact, even if he had released an album, he had only won the recognition initially. His career was in an upward period, and he did not know or was sure where he was.

What's more, after three years of being trapped in a deaf world, his confidence and pride had long been smoothed out. He just persisted with one breath. He began to question and deny himself countless times.

Tonight, creation and inspiration seem to be slightly different, not like the previous life, just like... it seems to be more smooth and immersive, and you can feel the freedom of the body and mind and musical notes very well. He is not sure whether it is the benefit brought by time travel or his own illusion.

In the final analysis, Ronan has never truly received education in lyrics and music creation, and he can't even recognize or write the score. He has been here when he shows his creation the only time, but before he has time to accept the evaluation of the public and professionals, he has already changed time and space here.

Naturally, Ronan did not have a criterion for judgment and could not make an objective judgment on his own creation.

Just now, after the inspiration burst out, the melody and lyrics flowed out naturally, and a short song and chorus were completed in this way; however, Ronan thought that he was the only one, so he did not realize that there was an audience, and he was also recorded by the camera lens.

Now, Ronan is mixed with all kinds of feelings and is hard to describe. He is a little uneasy and nervous, a little fear and retreat, but he is still shy and nervous. His creations are unprepared for the first time in front of others:

If you are criticized, can you accept it? If you are disliked, will you be hurt? If you are criticized for having no talent or talent, how should you view it? If the name of a genius was just a bubble, he was actually not suitable for the music path at all?

But... vaguely, Ronan longed to be praised and recognized again, and the excitement rose up uncontrollably.

Ronan's gaze shifted slightly upward, avoiding Alice's eyes, concealing her emotions.

It was extremely long to describe, but in the actual situation, Alice did not notice Ronan's inner activities and continued to speak on her own.

"It seems that my shooting plan perfectly fits your current situation. During this period, you have also been thinking about the future, and you are also struggling in the quagmire. Those emotions of anxiety and fear have been completely integrated into the melody. To be honest, I am really amazing, the melody and emotions are very eye-catching."

Amazing? Ear-catching?

Ronan keenly captured the keywords in Alice's words, and moved his gaze back down, and his eyes became brighter bit by bit.

"Simply put, I like it very much. You should create more." Then, Alice saw Ronan's eyes and couldn't help but chuckled, "I'm serious. Tonight's creation is more mature and complete than before. Most importantly, the emotions revealed by the song are very touching."

Alice is also a layman in music creation and appreciation. She can't tell any professional content, know nothing about chords, arrangements, and beats, etc. She can only express her thoughts and moods based on her feelings as an audience, but the praise she expresses is definitely sincere.

Ronan could feel Alice's sincerity, and her whole face became brighter. After all, she couldn't speak the words to praise her. She said modestly, "It was just created tonight. Because your words were inspired, I made a little attempt."

This is also the truth.

Step by step, Ronan slowly made attempts, from performance to creation, and truly felt the melodious notes singing loudly in the depths of his soul. Then, even if he was in darkness, even if he could not see the end, even if he was trapped in reality, he would not be alone and afraid.

He will continue to move forward.

"Wow, it's my honor to be the first listener to me." Alice showed a surprise expression. "I think I have also developed some inspirational ideas, how should I shoot next, and what theme should I use to capture the camera, oh! I need to go back to the room to sort out my ideas, and I will be able to invest in a brand new shooting tomorrow. I won't talk about it, I'll go back first."

As he said that, Alice couldn't wait to stand up and prepare to return to the room.

Ronan hesitated for a moment and called out to his sister, "...Are you serious? I mean, do you really like the song just now?"

Although Ronan knew that he should not ask repeatedly and there was no need to confirm it repeatedly, his inner uneasiness lingered and then blurted out.

Alice stopped, turned to look at Ronan, showing a big smile, "Yes, I'm serious, when you sing, it's your most shining moment. Ronan, believe me, I'm the last woman in the world willing to admit that you are a charming man."

This response made Ronan stunned, and then laughed happily. He seemed to be able to remember the scene of Cooper and his three siblings fighting again. Without worrying about exposing his legs, he could truly feel the warmth of intimacy. Even the night in New Orleans became gentle.

Ronan did not stay by the swimming pool for too long. After his rolling brain gradually cooled down, he got up and returned to his room.

The room door was not closed, and you could see your teammates who were still pretending to behave at first glance:

Ollie was drowsy in her arms, holding the book "Advanced Mathematics", Cliff was drawing a comic on a blank notebook, while Maxim was pretending to be a model and being handsome.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the door, Cliff and Maxim quickly cheered up and showed their handsomeness. Only Oli, who was drooling, was still asleep. Then he could see Ronan, who was laughing in a hilarious manner, broke the silence in an instant. Oli was awakened directly and almost rolled to the ground, stood up with his hands and feet, rubbed his face, and muttered to defend:

"I'm not sleeping, I'm thinking, I'm just thinking."
Chapter completed!