Darkest moment?

Obviously, this is not a correct description for New Orleans at this moment. The brightly lit Bourbon Street is like daytime. The dazzling and gorgeous street lights exudes a layer of bright yellow, penetrating into the vast night little by little, rendering the dark dark night a touch of blue and purple, spreading out in a thrilling mist. Even the stars in the sky have completely become embellishments. The beautiful scene makes the carnival night in the early morning become thrilling.

but!

The hour hand pointed to 5:26 in the morning, and there were still the last seven minutes before today's sunrise time. The entire land seemed to have fallen into a moment of tranquility. In order to welcome the arrival of the sun, the night was covered tightly, far beyond the scope of a New Orleans. The entire North American continent was trapped in endless darkness, and the faint light was completely covered like starlight and submerged in the vast ink black.

The moment before dawn is about to break through, it is the darkest moment, and it is also the moment when the boundaries between dreams and reality are the vague moment. The trance between half-dream and half-awake is like standing in heaven and stepping into hell with one foot, shaking and waving to experience the bizarre scene, like a dream and a fantasy.

Before we knew it, the cold cold invaded the summer night. The breeze blowing over the Mississippi River was mixed with a hint of cool water vapor, which instantly caused a bunch of goose bumps to the surface of the skin. Before the brain reacted, the body was approaching the head of the heat energy gathering in the crowd.

Old Blacksmith Bar.

When they came to their senses, crowds had gathered again at the door of the old Blacksmith Bar. Although there were no staff at the door controlling the incoming and outgoing, people still lined up honestly, and looked at what was happening in the bar one by one, and then decided whether they wanted to enter and become a member. People in groups of three to two make the door lively again.

Crowds, return.

However, it is not so intuitive for the people in the bar. They are isolated in a small and narrow space, carnival freely, running to the end of their lives, and are completely immersed in the stage performance and have no time to observe the movements of the bar.

Cheer, jump, sing, shout.

They just immersed in it.

Luo Nan did not notice the subtle changes in the crowd at the scene. Standing on the stage, bathed in the light, looking around, there was a dark mass in front of him, and he could only vaguely capture the ups and downs of the crowd, but it was difficult to predict how many people were gathered at the scene.

Even if Ronan noticed, he wouldn't care too much, because he devoted himself to the performance, and the number of audiences was no longer the focus. What was really important was that he built a bridge through music and established a connection with the group of audiences in front of him. This was the most precious and wonderful part.

Whether it is the audience or the band members, everyone is already immersed in the music. This is what makes the live performance unique. Ronan even opens his arms and embraces this moment tightly, wandering in it and forgets. How could he be distracted by other things?

"Pre-girls...women...women..."

Another song ended. Ronan took a deep breath, dragged his voice, and looked at the microphone with a full breath, and entered the topic with a subwoofer recitation.

In just thirty minutes, this was Ronan's second time to speak, and it was also the first time that he had truly completed a conversation in language - all other times were performed to complete communication and exchange. Compared with language, music was the essence of tonight, but at this moment, the performance was coming to an end, and Ronan began to "speak".

The pretended tone was obviously imitating the background sound of the opening broadcast of the Oscars ceremony, with a straight and straight voice and a full-faced "report" mode is very ritual; but the problem is that Ronan, who was broadcasting the microphone, was sweating profusely and red, which was far from the professional Oscar image in a suit and tie. This...it was like-

Wearing a vest and footshes, we were just like nine o'clock news broadcasts. The huge contrast created a wave of humor and a wave of funny appearance, which came layer by layer, making the audience cheer and cheer, mixed with cheerful laughter.

"Let us pay tribute to the kings tonight with the warmest applause and the craziest cheers, and welcome to our kingdom, a country with only thirty minutes of vitality."

ha!

The hilarious sound climbed a step again, and the sesame-sized humor was hidden in the corners of the words, making the nerve-relaxed audience laugh endlessly. The atmosphere of the old Blacksmith Bar reached a new peak.

Is this a stand-up crosstalk or a band show?

The young people standing at the door could not control their curiosity. They poked their heads and walked in amid laughter, their eyes full of confusion and didn't understand what was going on, but they finally walked in, and then... the old blacksmith bar slowly surged again.

Before reacting, one-third of the gap at the scene seemed to have been filled again; and there were still people behind them that were surging in.

"First of all, the king of bass! The glacier country from the north of the extreme cold earth, like the deep facial features of ancient Greek gods, is enough to make flowers wither. However, carbohydrates are his Achilles heel, and the imperfection in perfection is what we welcome - Maxim Puning!"

Puchi!

Maxim could hear Oli squirting water from behind, and he almost couldn't help it. He tried his best to suppress his urge to beat Ronan. He quickly outlined the bass on the bass, and the heavy bass gently teased the heartstrings, showing his control over the rhythm.

Every time the performance is approaching, the lead singer needs to give the band members the opportunity to shine alone, proving that they are also part of the stage and part of the band.

But unexpectedly, when it was supposed to be a fixed routine, it was full of humor because of Ronan's stand-up crosstalk. Maxim kept telling himself that this was his own flash moment, so he barely controlled the urge to throw bass directly on Ronan and completed the show of skills.

"Then, the guitar king! Comes from the hot and humid abyss of flames, possesses the figure and crafts of a dwarf, dreaming of reaching the top of the king of humanity..."

The introduction just began, and Maxim couldn't help but burst into laughter when he turned around: Height! Dwarf!

Ronan must have done it on purpose!

Fortunately, Maxim turned around in time, so he avoided the laughter being transmitted directly through the microphone. Then he could see Oli laughing so hard that he couldn't look like he was, "Hahaha", but he sat back.

Plop.

Ollie disappeared.

Maxim's eyes were almost thrown out, and his head was full of question marks: What happened just now? What was happening in front of him? Is this the magic of turning a living person into a big change?
Chapter completed!