The magic of a live performance lies in its ability to truly immerse the audience in a contained environment. For a little while, the outside world fades away, worries and thoughts disappear, and everyone can fully dive into the show. They experience joy, sorrow, and all the emotions in between through the music. It also brings back personal, secret memories, allowing people to let go of their inhibitions and truly be themselves.
Just like right now.
Watching Ronan sing his heart out on stage, they seemed to reawaken memories from their youth. Maybe those memories were hazy, but they could still recall the innocent, fluttering, and uncertain feelings of being in love. Having each other felt like having the whole world. They burned with a moth-to-a-flame intensity, their bodies filled with inexhaustible passion and enthusiasm, always feeling hot-blooded and restless.
Completely immersed in the live performance, their heated brains fell into a daze. Their feet seemed to float slightly, losing touch with the solid ground. They were suspended in mid-air, swaying and dancing to the rhythm, entering a wonderful state of utter self-forgetfulness.
The innocence, simplicity, and beauty represented by "High School Sweetheart" were rekindled by Ronan's singing. Just like the light and cheerful melody, all negative emotions vanished, leaving only those rose-tinted images. Then, they couldn't hold back their excitement any longer, jumping and singing along.
"Hey-eh... hey-hey... hey-eh... hey-hey..."
The catchy melody and rhythm weren't too difficult. After just the first verse, they could already sing along with the band.
Without realizing it, quietly, subtly, the audience followed Ronan's psychological cues, nodding and then belting out the lyrics. The singing flowed naturally from their chests, their blood boiling and hearts pounding as they cheered and shouted with all their might. It was as if they had heard these melodies and rhythms a thousand times, deeply imprinted in their veins, so they could hum along without even thinking.
Everything was so simple, coming from the soul, vocal cords resonating.
"Hey-eh... hey-hey..."
One. Two.
At first, only a few audience members joined in the chorus. Even though it was five in the morning, they still had inexhaustible energy and stamina, even more frenzied than the band on stage. They were determined to keep the party going.
But gradually, the atmosphere spread throughout the Old Ironworks Pub. Even the tired and hazy brains could pick up the excited frequency. Although their bodies couldn't keep up with the rhythm, they could still feel the call of the melody, so they started swaying and jumping along.
Ten. Twenty.
Thirty. One hundred.
The number of people grew rapidly, and the party atmosphere, which had been slowly declining, warmed up again, feeling the audience's enthusiasm once more.
That's the power of music. Just one note, one beat, can make the listeners' blood boil.
Ronan, standing on the stage, could clearly feel this surging tide of excitement. Then, he stopped his bouncing rhythm, stood firm again, held the microphone stand with both hands, took a slight breath, and continued to sing loudly.
"Let's run away, let's get out of here."
Ronan waved his hand, hitting the beat with his right hand, keeping the whole place in a state of frenzy. And, subtly, Ronan's singing became more prominent. His clearer enunciation allowed the emotions to cut through the full-throttle band performance, keeping the entire venue in a state of high excitement.
"Because this gloomy little town will only hold us back. After setting out on my own, I always think, if I showed up with a plane ticket and a diamond ring with your name on it, would you run away with me? Because you're my everything."
A smile bloomed on the corner of his lips.
Alice just happened to turn around, and the camera lens focused on Ronan, who was close at hand.
Ronan stood on the stage, his bright eyes filled with starlight, gazing deeply into the lens. The momentary brilliance made people want to explore further, into the starry sea in his eyes, where the entire universe seemed to be hidden, a vast and boundless grandeur that instantly made people feel their own insignificance.
A dazzling bright yellow light shone from behind, blurring the world behind Ronan into a haze, but it still couldn't obscure his eyes.
The lens captured that moment of eternity.
Even though Alice was very familiar with Ronan, at this moment she still felt a dazzling brilliance that made her couldn't help but marvel.
Then, Alice turned her head to the side and immediately saw the bearded man standing in the crowd.
There was some distance between them, about four or five people apart, not a position that could be seen at a glance. But even with the surging crowd between them, Alice could still see the emotion in the bearded man's eyes, tears glistening on his eyelashes, a hint of fragility caught in his gaze shrouded in the hazy light.
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Alice was completely stunned. This... isn't this too much like a melodramatic romance novel with a pure and innocent female lead? Moreover, Ronan's song isn't the type to make people cry. Didn't he see that everyone in the venue was cheering, jumping, and shouting happily? Isn't this a bit too exaggerated? Is this some random audience member from a singing show who is supposed to cry for effect and wandered onto the wrong set?
It was like a prank game – Alice couldn't help but look around to make sure there were no hidden cameras.
Then, Alice put aside the surprise in her eyes and turned back to the stage, looking at Ronan singing his heart out under the lights. Suddenly, she could understand the bearded man's emotion.
He must have been missing his own "white moonlight," imagining himself back then with a plane ticket and a diamond ring, wondering if she would have been willing to fly away with him.
The more joyful it is, the sadder it becomes; the more lively it is, the lonelier it feels. A touch of wistfulness hidden beside Ronan's lips rippled through the melody.
Listen, Ronan is describing his perfect ideal:
"She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear, and I know now, why I'm better off on my own 'cause she looks so much better with you. I knew it from the start. She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear, and I know now, why I'm better off on my own 'cause she looks so much better with you. I knew it from the start. She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear, and I know now, why I'm better off on my own 'cause she looks so much better with you. I knew it from the start."
No need for extra embellishment or description. Everyone has their own "white moonlight" in their heart – a sunny smile in a man's memory, a white shirt in a woman's. Just one keyword is enough to reawaken that memory that will never fade and can never be replaced.
Then, the melody and drumbeats reached another climax, the moment for emotional release arrived once again.