20 Singing Teaser

As the chorus reached its crescendo, Ronan effortlessly soared to a high pitch, belting out, "....just wanna play my music"

He touched the high notes gracefully and then smoothly transitioned, flaunting his vocal skills briefly before returning to a more subdued tone.

It was as if he were a high school student in a crisp white shirt who couldn't resist touching the doorframe when entering and exiting a classroom. His shirt's hem fluttered with his movements, only to settle gently when he ran his fingers over it.

It was a playful move, one that might impress the girls who watched. Yet, Ronan tried to maintain a low profile and hide his inner thoughts.

The laughter resonated in the afternoon sun, and the scent of freshness filled the air. The girls chattered and discussed animatedly, while the boys exchanged knowing glances, all wrapped in the lively atmosphere.

Love and hate, expressed with such intensity, resonated with the crowd.

Everyone seemed to have memories of such moments from their youth.

The simple and straightforward melody, when delivered by Ronan, became something more. Each member of the audience could feel the sincerity, and their blood couldn't help but boil. Their fingers tapped along with the rhythm, and Ronan's lips curled into a smile.

"Hmph, hum hum..."

Some audience members even softly hummed along. The chords were straightforward and easy to catch on to. After just one repetition, everyone could follow the rhythm and become immersed in the music, not because they necessarily loved the song, but because they loved the joy music brought forth.

Just like their younger selves, with earphones in their ears, listening to music and joyfully dancing to the rhythm, the streets and alleys transformed into their concert stage.

Any type of music would do; it was happiness derived from music, and even nursery rhymes could make them smile.

In that moment, the pure simplicity of youth rekindled.

"Got my six-string on my back

Don't need anything but that

Everything I want is here with me

So forget that fancy car

I don't need to go that far

What's driving me is following my dreams, yeah"

Ronan raised his gaze, locking eyes with the audience. His bright eyes made contact with each pair of eyes, conveying his pure and sincere enthusiasm. Despite the modest stage setup, Ronan was able to connect with the audience on an equal footing.

His joy, his happiness, his exuberance—all were on full display, without reservation or pretense. The boy who sang about dreams being the driving force was singing with all his heart. Every audience member could see and feel that pure, fervent passion.

Involuntarily, their own blood boiled, and they merged into the performance.

Then, Ronan took a step forward, gently placing the microphone on the ground. As he continued to sing, he raised his right hand and began tapping out the rhythm with his wrist:

"Hand-clapping, earth-shaking

Heart-breaking, there's no faking

hat you feel, when you're on a roll, yeah..."

The powerful drum rhythm accompanied the simple chords, creating ripples in the hearts of the audience. Ronan's happiness flowed from his body and touched every person present. He swung his right arm back and forth as if he were wielding drumsticks, and the melody reached another climax.

"Music's in my soul

I can hear it every day and every night

It's the one thing on my mind"

"Music's got control

And I'm never letting go, no-no

I just wanna play my music..."

Touching the peak of the melody, Ronan performed a skillful turn, and the music transitioned into a softer, more emotional phase. Ronan tilted his chin upward, becoming fully immersed in his world. His eyes, now slightly blurred, still emanated a radiant light.

"Can't imagine what it'd be like (what it'd be like)

Without the sounds of all my heroes

Singin' all my favorite songs

So I can sing along"

Ronan was a true music enthusiast. Musical notes flowed through his veins like golden streams. He found music in every corner of life, singing with delight anytime, anywhere.

It was hard to fathom a world without those timeless classics, without the beautiful melodies, or without the moving musical notes.

One thing was certain: he wouldn't stop singing, regardless of the circumstances.

The guitar and bass faded away, leaving only the drums accompanying Ronan. He closed his eyes, deeply immersed in the melody, singing softly:

"Music's in my soul

I can hear it every day and every night

It's the one thing on my mind"

Each word fell gently upon the audience's hearts, and then Ronan swung his right hand with force, opening his eyes once more. The melody surged back to its peak, the sound reverberating and filling the entire space.

"Music's got control

And I'm never letting go, no-no"

Higher and higher! Ronan's singing propelled the melody to new heights, releasing all the pent-up emotions with his hearty treble. Meanwhile, Maxime continued to sing into the microphone,

"I just want to play my music all night long..."

The simple yet brilliant arrangement of different vocal parts brought depth to the song. The audience was ignited once again, their emotions reaching their zenith, their hearts pounding along with the drumbeats, fully absorbed in the performance. The venue seemed to throb with energy.

No frills, no profundity, no mystery—just simplicity and purity. Yet, it was bursting with the most captivating charm at that moment.

Live performances possessed a unique enchantment, even for those unfamiliar with the song or style, and even for those who didn't know the performer.

The thunderous drumbeats resonated in their eardrums, causing their hearts and pulses to synchronize with the rhythm and melody. They were truly immersed in the enchanting world of music.

Then, they were swept away by euphoria.

This extraordinary sensation could only be experienced by attending a live performance. Listening to music through headphones and immersing oneself in a world of music were two entirely different experiences.