Two Hundred and Eighteenth Instrument Resonance

"King of the Stage ()"

Standing at the elevator entrance, walking along the signs, you will soon arrive at your destination, but everyone did not take a step forward rashly, revealing a little hesitation.

Everyone exchanged glances, and Cliff asked cautiously, "Why don't we go to the fourth floor first?" He took the initiative to attack instead of customers.

But Ronan shook his head, "Since we've already come here, let's face it calmly. No matter what, we really don't have the right to speak, so we might as well meet their challenge." At the same time, Ronan also shrugged, " To be honest, I don't have the confidence to get the other party to sign with us just because of the brief conversation the night before."

There was a little self-deprecating joke in Ronan's calmness, and the atmosphere relaxed a little bit. Ollie and Maxim both smiled, but Cliff was still serious alone.

Then, Ronan walked out of the elevator first, striding towards the left.

"Ronan. Ronan, Ronan, it's wrong, the direction is wrong." Oli quickly caught up with him, grabbed Ronan in a hurry, turned around, and returned to the elevator entrance, "to the right, look Reached?"

Ronan touched his nose in embarrassment and chuckled.

Fortunately, everyone was a little nervous at this time, so Maxim did not continue to "laugh" at Ronan.

A group of people walked along the arrow without any fork in the road, and soon arrived at the door of the creation room smoothly. Cliff knocked on the door of the room, and a deep and serious voice came from inside, "Come in." Before meeting each other, the solemnity revealed in the voice made the air tense.

Cliff pushed open the door of the room, and the vision suddenly opened up. It was a practice room!

A wide variety of musical instruments are piled up in the corners, including stringed instruments, percussion instruments, playing instruments, etc., comparable to encyclopedias, completely at the level of classical orchestras, and an open space is reserved next to each instrument to ensure that they can Free to enter and exit, but this arrangement also makes the scene a bit messy, it is difficult to sort out a clue, so——

The hustle and bustle overflowed like this, like... a garbage dump.

Although this description is very, very inappropriate, the fact is that the scene in front of you is indeed very similar to an unorganized waste storage center, not only messy, but also old.

However, things are always two sides of the same thing. For some people, this is a dump, but for some people, this place is heaven, especially if you look carefully, you can see that there is a piece of water floating on the surface of the instrument. A layer of faint luster, which means that the instruments are regularly maintained every day, even for playing practice, so they can maintain a strong vitality instead of accumulating dust here.

For example, Ronan.

Ronan looked curiously at each instrument. Each musical instrument has its own vitality. Their sounds, resonances, and structures are all different. From the place of origin of the material to the production method to the craftsmanship of the craftsman, the differences in every link are different. I am carefully polishing the unique soul of the instrument; and the sound played by each instrument is also different, and the emotions are naturally different.

Ronan had heard before that musical instruments are colorful, some musical instruments are naturally lively and suitable for playing brisk melodies; while some musical instruments are inherently melancholic and can arouse the greatest resonance in slow and sad melodies.

But it is a pity that Ronan has never had the opportunity to experience it in person in his past and present lives—after all, truly top-notch musical instruments are very expensive and rare, and a musical instrument may be worth a car.

until now.

Ronan's eyes couldn't help but brighten, and he was curiously imagining in his mind, what stories do these instruments have waiting for people to play and interpret, what years and vicissitudes did these instruments go through and finally came here? They all have their own stories.

"Which one do you like best?" There was a buzzing voice in front of him. Although he didn't mention his name, all his gazes were directed towards Ronan.

Ronan raised his head, and he could see the middle-aged man sitting behind a piano at a glance, but he didn't have time to look carefully, because there were more important and interesting scenery in front of him attracting his attention, Then Ronan really started to scan the audience and choose.

Cliff was a little worried. They were greeting and introducing Curtis just now, and then Ronan was caught in the middle of being absent-minded. Curtis ignored the others and just talked to Ronan directly, apparently noticing it. Ronan's abnormality, isn't it impolite? What would Curtis think of them? They haven't figured out Curtis's temper yet, so how should they get out of the siege?

Cliff thought for a while and explained politely, "Ronan has always had a focus and enthusiasm for music. He should be so happy to be here today that he lost his composure." Although he didn't say anything in depth, But it is equivalent to explaining Ronan's actions, and then packaging them skillfully.

But Curtis didn't respond, and continued to watch Ronan's movements intently, as if he hadn't heard Cliff's voice at all.

This made Cliff a little nervous and anxious, and the repeated emotions were tormenting in his stomach. He looked towards Maxim, hoping that Maxim could help him out, but Maxim didn't seem to pay attention. Cliff's sight, but following Curtis' attention to Ronan, Cliff's sight also moved quickly.

Ronan raised his head to look at Curtis, his eyes were fixed on Curtis, but his attention was still on the musical instrument, "Can I choose an instrument to play?"

Curtis didn't answer, didn't affirm—but didn't deny either. In the silence, Ronan seemed to be immersed in his own world, concentrating on looking at the instruments, then raised his head to look at Curtis, with a hint of light in his eyes. With a big smile, as if encouraged by Curtis' calm eyes, he took a step forward, stepping between instruments.

Guitar.

keyboard.

bass.

These are the musical instruments Ronan is most familiar with, and it is easy to have a sense of intimacy. He seems to be able to feel the excitement buzzing on those musical instruments, but Ronan never stops, just keeps walking, and then, his footsteps Feeling the traction involuntarily like this, it's like a call from somewhere, pulling the footsteps slowly approaching.

near.

Get closer.

Ronan finally stood in front of a dark brown piano. The ancient and vicissitudes of wood revealed a thick and quiet texture. Ronan slowly raised his right hand, and gently crossed the lines of the piano in front of him. It's easy to touch, just use your fingertips to feel the aura coming from the surface, the slightly surging airflow makes your fingertips tremble uncontrollably, as if you can feel the surging aura of resonance.

Mood, jumped up.

Fingertips, lightly landed on the piano cover, then opened it, took a seat, straightened the spine and shoulders, crossed the hands, and the whole posture and posture came out immediately.