Haha.
Haha.
"...However, he almost died in a gas station bathroom due to his obsessive cleanliness, forcing him to give up his ascent to the throne. Let's give a round of applause for his spirit of sacrifice, Cliff Barron!"
Just a second ago, Ronan was teasing Cliff's height; the next second, the audience at the front of the stage burst into laughter, their sides splitting with uncontrollable hilarity.
Ronan could hear the sound from behind him and instinctively turned his head. He just caught sight of Ollie's legs raised high. His slender calves swept across above the drum kit and then disappeared. "Pfft," Ronan couldn't help it and burst out laughing right there on the spot.
"Hahaha."
Even though Ronan had pulled the microphone away, his exaggerated laughter still traveled far through it. The audience could then directly see Ronan and Maxim laughing so hard they couldn't stand straight, while Cliff next to them had a black face: playing the guitar wasn't right, and not playing it wasn't right either.
However, this pause only lasted for a moment.
Ronan took the microphone and stepped forward, controlling his laughter. He quickly asked, "Ollie, are you okay?" Although he knew laughing at this moment wasn't appropriate, the smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed. Then Ronan saw Ollie lying on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing up at the sky—
Ollie was laughing even more exaggeratedly than Ronan and Maxim. His deafening laughter created a rolling thunder effect, as if the ground was shaking. He kept waving at Ronan, indicating that he wasn't injured.
After confirming that Ollie was okay, Ronan glanced at Maxim, noticing that Maxim had gone around to help. Then he turned to Cliff, gave him a reassuring look, and casually said, "Wait, let's mess with the order a bit and welcome the king of drums in advance!"
Because of the unexpected incident on stage, Cliff had missed his moment to shine, but Ronan didn't panic and smoothly changed the subject.
"The prince from the elven kingdom of Middle-earth, a natural-born comedian, always excels at winning over the audience with his clumsy yet sincere body language! His innate ability to interrupt is truly masterful! Let's give a warm round of applause to Ollie Love!"
Hahaha.
Hahaha.
The whole venue roared with laughter!
Ronan cleverly incorporated the unexpected situation into his introduction. Especially the word "interrupt" simultaneously resolved the awkwardness for both Ollie and Cliff. It was not only witty but also amusing. Even Cliff couldn't help but laugh, watching the tall Ollie struggle to get up. His clumsy and憨厚 movements were like a brown bear caught stealing honey, making the laughter even harder to stop.
Ollie didn't mind being the target of Ronan's teasing at all. In fact, he waved his right hand to the audience.
This action made the audience in front of the stage all start to cheer, the bustling shouts creating a lively atmosphere.
Then, Ollie composed himself from his playful demeanor and focused on delivering an impressive drum solo. The surging drumbeats poured down like a torrential rain. The roaring sound waves from the entire venue continuously impacted eardrums, successfully using the previous surging atmosphere to push the enthusiasm to a new peak once again.
"Then, let's turn our attention back to the king of guitar. Never underestimate the will of this gentleman. This is a man who survived a gas station bathroom! We fought our way all the way from Los Angeles to New Orleans. He is the key to our survival."
The playful banter flowed naturally. Ronan effortlessly drew the attention back to Cliff. "Let's applaud this warrior, Cliff Barron!"
Ollie and Maxim laughed heartlessly. If you were an outsider, Ronan's teasing would definitely be a source of amusement—completely forgetting that they were also victims just now. Both of them looked at Cliff's expression and burst into laughter.
The passionate emotion could be felt from Cliff's guitar shredding, the crisp notes slicing through the air like sharp blades.
However, Ronan maintained his bright smile, waiting for Cliff to finish playing. Then, he returned to the center of the stage, bathed in the spotlight.
Even after the entire performance, his clothes were already soaked through, but Ronan's breathing remained steady. He introduced the band members with a full voice, as if the thirty-minute energetic performance was just a warm-up. Then, the smile on his face disappeared, all the brilliance gathering in his eyes, bursting forth with confidence from within.
"Finally!"
"I! Ronan Cooper! Hereby invite you to join our kingdom! Even if it's just for thirty minutes, let's join hands and wait for the dawn to tear through the shackles of the night! Let's embrace the darkest hour! Because golden sunlight is surging at the edge of darkness, waiting for the arrival of the brave!"
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The resounding words roared out, and the atmosphere in the Old Blacksmith Pub reached a small climax at this moment. The short and powerful introduction successfully awakened the enthusiasm of the entire venue. No one felt the fatigue and coldness of dawn. The heat of the rave party surged and boiled again.
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All the audience members raised their arms and shouted along. Regardless of whether they understood what was happening or not, the dazed expressions on every face, with their blurry eyes and flushed cheeks, were so similar. They were overdrafting their remaining physical strength and energy, but the burning sensation of igniting the flame of life pushed the illusion and trance of this rave party to a new high, instead erupting into a wonderful experience close to astral projection.
Words could hardly describe it.
"Now, let's enter the final frenzy! Let's burn our blood! Let's release our energy! Let's sing loudly on the ruins of the world's destruction!"
Duncan couldn't help but be taken aback, reacting half a beat late. The thirty-minute performance was nearing its end. He had just returned to this party, but King for a Day's performance was already reaching its final curtain call. That strong sense of reluctance and regret instantly made his emotions explode.
However, Ronan, standing on the stage, quieted down, lowering his head to let all the noise slowly settle. The cheers and shouts surging in the air moved chaotically. Screams, shouts, protests, teases, and catcalls sprang up from different corners, but none of these noises could affect Ronan.
Ronan stood there, his eyelids slightly lowered, silent. The band members were the same. Then the noise slowly subsided, and the world seemed to quiet down again. As the audience looked at each other, they could only hear the slight buzzing sound in their eardrums.
It seemed, that was the sound of darkness surging; it seemed, that was the sound of sunlight blooming.