Even if they managed to adjust the performance order and successfully appeared before Scudder, there was still no guarantee that the band could seize this opportunity.
What's more, Scudder was attending the party, and he definitely wouldn't be so naive as to simply sit and watch every band perform, then choose a promising one based on his own judgment.
Looking at Scudder's rise, it's clear he's someone who excels at networking and maneuvering. So, using the Full Moon Party to scout bands he's interested in undoubtedly involves more efficient methods.
Perhaps Scudder was just there to enjoy the party that night, and he'd leave the band observation for the next day. Waiting for audience feedback after the party might be the most effective approach. Besides, Scudder's musical talent is mediocre, and he knows it. He's better at spotting a band's market potential, in other words, the audience's reaction, than trusting his own musical taste.
From every angle, Scudder could find better ways to evaluate bands than awkwardly observing them live.
It's not a complicated idea, and once Alice, as an outsider, pointed it out, it became clear. So, if the One Day King band truly wanted to seize this chance with Scudder and the Full Moon Party, the simplest and most effective method was obvious –
The performance.
Focusing on their own performance, that's what mattered.
Today, New Orleans was indeed a place where everyone showed their unique talents, and the One Day King band was no exception. Their unique talent was their own stage! A stage where they could truly celebrate with the audience! A stage where the audience could truly enjoy themselves! A stage where they could truly showcase their style and charm!
Alice's words brought the cheerful atmosphere back to the van.
Ollie and Maxim both looked at Ronan, and then they saw a hint of a smile on Ronan's lips. "Are you guys ready to tear up the stage? Perfect. Our performance has been pushed back twelve hours, which means we've gained valuable practice time."
This was Ronan's favorite way to handle things. Even competition could be a kind, open, and aboveboard strategy, using music and performance to speak for themselves. That way, even if they failed, there would be no regrets.
Hearing this, Ollie couldn't wait and started rubbing his hands together like a fly. "Practice, practice, practice! So, are you all ready for the challenge?"
"You should focus on yourself first. You're the one who makes the most mistakes," Maxim retorted mercilessly. Ollie let out a sharp protest.
After their playful banter, Ollie bounced up and down in his seat cheerfully. "Now it seems Ronan's idea is right. We need to go all out. Performing 'Born This Way' at the Full Moon Party is the best opportunity. Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, your inspiration came at the right time and gave us a lifeline!"
Seeing Ollie enthusiastically approaching him, Ronan immediately showed a look of disgust and rejected Ollie's attempt to hug him.
Ollie immediately put on a heartbroken expression, and his comical demeanor made Ronan reply dryly, "Why weren't you so energetic during rehearsal just now?"
"Haha!" Everyone except Ollie burst into laughter. Ollie clutched his chest, feigning injury, which only made the laughter louder.
Although they hadn't slept all night and had only managed two hours of sleep until now, the band members didn't feel tired at all. Fueled by sheer adrenaline, they could keep going, even bursting out with more intense and excited energy than the night before.
Unknowingly, Cliff also stepped on the gas, speeding back to the motel, then eagerly threw himself into another round of practice.
But practice, obviously, wasn't an easy task.
Even repeated practice in the best condition could be exhausting, because some things can't be improved simply by quantity. Constant practice without finding inspiration could easily lead to a stalemate, eventually entering a vicious cycle.
What's more, the band members were now under the double pressure of sleep deprivation and tight deadlines, making things even more challenging.
From being energetic and united, they progressed to being exhausted and distracted, then to being mentally absent and inattentive. After enduring the agony of reaching their limit, they unleashed even greater potential, restarting at high speed and sprinting with all their might. The band's practice entered a state of frenzy, almost out of control.
Since the band was formed, today was probably the most intensive, desperate, and focused practice session they had ever had –
Not only because it was a desperate gamble on the edge of a cliff, but also because the harsh reality of the past few years had always diverted their attention. Perhaps it was struggling to make a living, or perhaps it was commercial performances that forced them to make their stage performances more entertaining. In short, it had been a very long time since they had practiced with such dedication.
Until today.
It was strange to say, but two nights ago, they had almost given up. Disintegration seemed like an irreversible outcome. Ronan had a persistent high fever, Cliff and Maxim were at loggerheads, and Ollie was lost and helpless. The band's soul seemed to have withered.
But now, they were practicing day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, as if they had returned to their university days overnight. When the band had just formed, there was no applause or cheers, but they could forge ahead with passion alone, always having inexhaustible energy in their bodies.
This kind of appearance and state, it had been a long time.
When they came back to their senses, the bright moon was already hanging high outside the window. Even dinner was a rushed affair. Ronan only remembered putting something in his mouth, it seemed to be a sandwich, but whether it was a sandwich and what it tasted like, he couldn't remember at all. He just swallowed it whole and started practicing again –
Eating was just for survival.
Then, looking up, he could see that the clock had silently pointed to 3:35. The band members finally realized they had to leave.
They hurriedly left the motel and rushed to a roadside diner to grab a quick bite.
Looking at the bacon and fries in front of him, Ronan tried hard to recall the taste of dinner, but he still failed. Then he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, but frowned at the bitter black coffee, his whole face contorting. He wished he could spit out his tongue. "What is this taste!"
Then, Ronan started throwing sugar cubes into his coffee, one, two, three, four. After that, he poured in some milk. Watching Cliff gulp down his espresso in one go, Ronan couldn't help but curl up his hands and feet, grimacing as if he were feeling the bitterness for Cliff.
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