Three Hundred and Nineteenth Tacit Understanding

The air is slightly hot.

Maxim, Cliff, and Ollie were all able to detect subtle changes in the atmosphere, but the problem was that after they stretched their ears to eavesdrop, the few words they captured were puzzling——

Creative background?

They're discussing the background of "My Demons"?

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What is this and what?

So academic and so professional... such a boring topic, and then the hormones between them are surging? Are you sure this is ok?

Wait, or did I make a mistake in my judgment, what is surging in the air is not hormones at all, but the smell of gunpowder? The two of them are suppressing their momentum at this time? It has nothing to do with being ambiguous/ambiguous, the two are natural enemies at all? Can't wait to tear the opponent into pieces now?

But—would Ronan's personality be so aggressive?

So, what's going on?

Cliff and Ollie looked at each other, neither of them could find the answer, and then they both looked at Maxim. Maxim, who always claimed to be a Doctor of Love, didn't speak at this moment, but just made a gesture to the two of them. The unfathomable expression made them feel no need to be impatient, let's observe again.

But the fact is that Maxim didn't understand what was going on either.

And what about Ronan and Alena?

In fact, they can feel the swaying sight around them, but their minds and attention are completely focused on themselves, and they have no time or energy to take care of them. Those sights are like mosquitoes in the summer evening, not too many and not noisy, although a little disturbing, but still Can barely ignore.

Facing Ronan's "reverse question", "Why don't you tell me first, what do you understand?" Alena did not refuse. First release www.(x81zw) m./x81zw/

"The distress in despair." Alena said simply, and thought about it seriously, "But this is a very mixed emotion, not only pure despair, but also a kind of anger and a kind of hope. In fact, these emotions should be contradictory from a certain point of view, but the melody and lyrics are perfectly combined."

Immersed in professional discussions, Alena's attention gradually became concentrated. Her heart beat was still strong, revealing a little nervousness, but her words and thoughts were clear again, which showed that the method of changing the topic worked.

"And Curtis Dean's re-arranged version injects a grandeur, which also allows the mood to be displayed against a large background, so the melody needs to be more delicate, so I need to understand Can you explain that contradiction for me?" Alena turned her head to look at Ronan with bright eyes.

From a certain point of view, Alena nodded and agreed to this cross-border cooperation. It is indeed because of the song "My Devil", the sense of space and layering after the re-arrangement, as well as the intertwinedness contained in the melody. The emotions, delicate and touching, really moved her, because this is also the beauty of classical music melodies.

Now, Alena wanted to learn more about it.

As for Ronan? That was only part of the intricate reasons——that's how Alena convinced herself.

This time, Ronan didn't continue to circle around, and pondered for a while, "Actually, Ollie and I composed this song on the flight to Washington..."

Without concealment or whitewashing, Ronan told the story of the band, and he has completely entered the state of professional discussion, as if he is participating in a music creation symposium.

The eyes are clear and bright. Alena didn't interrupt, let alone interrupt, and just listened attentively. First release (www) m/.x81zw./com/

After the story was told, Ronan's voice stopped disappearing, and Alena still didn't speak. She let the silence ferment and surge for a while, and then said softly, "When the notes flow slowly, the darkness no longer exists." It seems to be muttering to himself, and it seems to be expressing feelings.

This is not the end.

Then, Alena said to herself, "Practicing the violin...is very hard, and even though I love it, I also hated it for a long time."

"I also want to enjoy weekends like other kids. I also want to have my own childhood where I can play. I also want to try other hobbies besides classical music. I hate the violin, I hate myself, I hate being born in With such a family, I even started to hate my own talent..."

The understatement of the words hides too much weight, even if Alena doesn't say anything in depth, Ronan can taste the bitterness in it.

Only those who are really in the dark can understand the struggle and pain behind those insistence on those obsessions. Words can't bear the weight at all. Through the communication of eyes and expressions, we can touch the complexities in detail.

Alena raised her head, looked at Ronan, and showed a faint smile, "But it's also the musical notes, it's them that made me find the courage to persevere, it's Bach, it's Mozart, it's Haydn, it's Schumann... Their melodies are powerful, emotional, and alive, and I can talk to the notes, and then talk to them, this is the most beautiful and moving part of music, and they have become my best partners."

Therefore, when Alena listened to "My Devil", she could empathize with it, and even agreed to this cooperation for the first time:

In the melody and lyrics, Alena can feel the emotion, the deep emotion that cannot be described in words but hidden in the notes of the melody.

Involuntarily, Alena was a little curious, who created such a song? In addition, Ronan who wrote the song and Ronan that night, the two images partially overlap but are partially different. The mystery and profundity make the inner curiosity flutter like a butterfly's wings.

And, this time not one butterfly, but thousands of butterflies.

"When I stand on the stage with both feet, I am the king of the world." Ronan said quietly, but the wrong answer made Alena, who was staring deeply at Ronan, smile——

She could understand what Ronan meant.

It is the music that allows them to find themselves; it is the stage that allows them to identify themselves. So, they have embarked on the current path, although the field is different, but the experience hidden in it is the same. In the song "My Devil", there are hidden secrets belonging to them, a shared secret.

That's why Alena said that the essence of popular music and classical music is the same. They carry human emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The power of empathy is the most beautiful and moving part of the notes. The difference between the two lies only in the form of expression and the way of expression.

If it's Ronan, Alena is willing to break the boundaries, try to cross boundaries, maybe open a small window in the world of pop music, because she believes that it is possible to create "My Demon" as dark and not lost. People with bright songs must have a special heart.

Now, looking at Ronan in front of her, those deep ocean-like eyes shone with light, Alena knew that her judgment was correct.