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

He sang, "Sing all the vicissitudes of life, the chapters of life are endless, the steps to pursue dreams are endless, and use them never to say a word until the end."

The passionate and surging singing was surging and surging. The clear keys and thick drum sounds were intertwined. Although they were slightly thin because of the lack of string and vocal coordination, they had no effect at all. Instead, they became more sincere because of the purity. The clean and transparent sound continuously released the enthusiasm and excitement deep in their hearts. The strong heat energy collided with a clanging sound, buzzing in their ears.

Involuntarily, uncontrollably, my heart surged, and I gently raised my jaw and focused on the figure on the stage.

Sam Payne calmed down, no longer struggled, no longer shouting, but just stood there, listening quietly and listening to the clear singing, but his heart became hot.

"Don't give up believing (don't-stop-believing), stick to your beliefs! The figure under the lonely lamp is searching for emotional resonance!"

The thoughts in his mind were surging violently. Sam had gradually forgotten his original intention of starting a bar and his original intention of inviting a band to perform. Those passions and dreams had long been submerged in the long river of time. He told himself this:

Everything is for a livelihood.

If the bar can't be operated, then all dreams and life are just castles in the air—this is true, but over time, Sam becomes at ease.

In fact, the bar has long been firmly rooted and does not need to worry about livelihoods. The stable source of customers has made life stable. He can finally support independent bands to realize his dream that he was forced to give up. But he completely forgot about this. With the stability of life, all ambitions are also submerged in the trivial daily expenses and benefits.

Even if he didn't have to worry about livelihood, he ignored those musical dreams with confidence, "because the ending of the dream was already doomed - failure is the only result." Before trying hard, he had cut off all possibilities, and he... had stopped believing.

At this moment, Sam's heart became hot again.

It was not because he reawakened the memories of the past, and the disturbing thoughts in his chaotic brain could not be distinguished at all; but because he saw the purity, clear and simple purity in the young man, and the heart in his chest seemed to be beating again.

Not just jumping, but impact.

Plop. Plop.

It hit hard and it seemed that it finally woke up after sleeping for a long time.

Sam stood there like this, hiding his figure in the darkness, and quietly enjoying the performance.

"Strangers are waiting, wandering on the boulevard; laughing and making noise until late at night, searching for each other's figures; the figures under the lonely lamp, searching for emotions to fall, hanging under the night, waiting for true love to appear."

Sam's abnormality, Cliff and Maxim both noticed. Regardless of the power of struggling forward, the two people's attention also shifted to the stage along Sam's gaze.

Ronan's mouth had a smile, a sincere smile, completely immersed in the melody, making the performance a happy thing again, a stage and a singing voice, which was enough. Only himself and the melody conveyed sincere emotions with the singing from the heart.

Such a stage has been missing for a long time.

For the Kings in a difficult situation, this is a luxury. Because the wandering life of not eating and not being able to keep their promises, they always face the cruelty of life. Survival has endangered their dreams. The negative emotions of irritability and anger, anger and confusion completely break the magnificence of the rose dream. Therefore, the performance is mixed with too many complex emotions, and music seems to be no longer simple music.

However, Ronan in front of him was singing loudly:

"Don't give up believing, stick to your beliefs! The figure under the lonely lamp is searching for emotional resonance!"

In a trance, they seemed to have returned to their college years. They gathered together to form a band because of their hobbies, passions, and dreams. They could sleepless all night to discuss music, they could drive thousands of miles to find musical instruments, they could blush their faces to argue and compose music... Life is so simple, and a passion can light up the world.

Inadvertently, Maxim looked into Ronan's eyes, with a faint smile, but it seemed to fill the whole world.

One day king!

Even if they can only become kings for one day, they are willing to bloom all the splendor in their lives - that is the original intention of the band, but it is also the original intention of being forgotten in the corner.

Caught off guard, Maxim shifted his gaze in a mess, lowered his head, muttered something "sand" in his mouth, rubbed his eyes hard, covering up his embarrassment. Something seemed to have been touched in his heart, and the wound that had not yet healed began to hurt again.

Cliff stubbornly refused to admit his fragility. Although his vision was slightly blurred, he still widened his eyes, stared at Ronan on the stage through the hazy spots, and then hummed the melody softly: La, La, Lala... The flames in his chest were burning.

"Don't give up believing, stick to your beliefs! The figure under the lonely lamp, searching for emotional resonance..."

The melody went higher again, and Ronan easily pushed the singing to the top, and the round and soft high notes instantly ignited the atmosphere in the entire bar.

The drinkers did not stand up - after all, this was not a concert, it was just a bar performance, and they did not have any performance etiquette and were unwilling to devote themselves to it; however, everyone had stopped the movements in their hands, and no one continued to talk or have fun, and just listened carefully, accompanied by the rising melody, and the blood boiled along.

Boom boom!

Boom boom!

The keys and drum beats were pushed to a new height, and the emotions burst out in full swing, but Ronan's hands were playing passionately on the black and white keys, and the blue veins on the neck and back of his hands were bulging:

"Don't give up believing! Stick to your faith!"

The singing went up all the way, spanning three octaves in a row. The torn emotions at the top of Mount Everest made a large amount of goose bumps appear on the surface of the skin, and a tremor rushed from the soles of the feet to the forehead. The surging blood made the muscles tense to the extreme, and the entire chest cavity was filled with a roar.

Don't give up.

Stick to faith.

Such simple lyrics create stormy waves, hovering throughout the bar for a long time, and countless lights can be seen blooming in the blurry sight, just like igniting a fireworks conference, colorful and dazzling, and then the wonderfulness in front of you is not enough to describe the shock deep in the soul.

"The figure under the lonely lamp is searching for emotional resonance!"

Once again, the emotions pushed to the peak with one breath, and then the melody roared down like a galaxy falling into the sea. The continuous roar made the entire bar shake and the trembling could no longer stop.
Chapter completed!