King of Stage

boom!

　　 The lower abdomen tightened and his upper body leaned forward. Ronan slammed forward, and his forehead and forehead collided like a ripe watermelon.

Immediately afterwards, the reaction force pushed the two people to lie down. Ronan once again felt the unfriendly resistance of the hard wooden floor. The collision between the waist and the shoulder blades caused the body to curl up reflexively, grinning uncontrollably. It hurts.

what!

An exclamation came from the other side. When Ronan sat up straight again, he could see the little friend who was scratching his cheeks on the other side. He raised his hands and continued to rub his forehead like a chestnut cracked. The expressions were all mobilized, and there was no image at all.

　　 Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Ronan saw the other party's embarrassed appearance at a glance. He continued to rub his forehead, as if his forehead had been split, his mouth was full of white teeth, he could see clearly, and he was even dancing on the spot, as if the floor was hot and his feet were on the spot. After a disco dance step, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Then the other party also saw Ronan’s embarrassed appearance. His wet hair was like a chicken that broke into the desert. His entire face was wrinkled like a bun. There was no way to take care of his forehead, palms, and buttocks, and it dripped. The drops of water continued to slide down the T-shirt into the body, and the wet T-shirt was sticky and strained.

　　 "Hahahaha!"

Not paying attention to his embarrassment at all, the other party pointed at Ronan’s funny appearance and burst into laughter. It seemed that the incident that Ronan had just fainted was forgotten in an instant, and he followed Ronan with his heartless appearance. Laughed out loud.

　　 Pain.

　　 weightlessness.

　　 gasping.

　　 and... Ollie.

A series of conditioned body instincts and brain reactions made Ronan stunned-real, everything happening around is too real, not only the picture captured after seeing the light again, but also not just the body feeling. Those physical reactions, as well as strange information coming out of the brain.

　　 him, Ronan-Cooper.

　　 The one standing in front of him, Ollie-Love, is a 185 cm big man with a baby face.

　　 The arguing behind them, Cliff-Baron (Cliff-Baron), with a face full of beard and beard, and Maxim-Pfening (Maxim-Pfening), the outline of the deep facial features are like ancient Greek sculptures.

　　 They are watching around, ordinary customers in a bar called "Noon" in New Orleans.

　　 The four of them formed a band called "King-For-A-Day" and performed in the "Noon" bar tonight.

Obviously, they are not a popular band with a big hit, and the bar is not a crowded performance venue. There are only 20 or 30 people on the scene, and they are not customers who come to watch the performance. It is more like "come for a drink." By the way, enjoy the performance" guests.

　　 information such as this, etc., true and detailed.

The most important thing is that it is specific and substantial, rich and complex. Massive information instantly fills the entire head, triggering a Big Bang reaction, just like... directly squeezing another person’s 25-year life into oneself in one go. The brain is indigestion in an instant.

　　 Even the dream building team of Inception could not do this.

　　 Ronan, it takes a while.

"Have you come back now? Are you sure? Do you need to take a break in the backstage? But... the rest room at the back is also like a stove. If you stay in it, I'm afraid you will soon be dehydrated. However, you are also standing in the bar. There is no place to rest, and it’s not a circus. The bar customers originally planned to come over to enjoy the band’s performance, but they just came to watch the circus.

　　 "Or...you hide under the bar table?"

Ollie’s chirping and chattering voice once again drew Ronan’s attention back. At this time, Ronan was finally able to temporarily escape from the intricate chaos of visual recovery, hearing recovery, dream awakening, and so on, and then he noticed. more details:

　　 English.

Ollie in front of me is using fluent and pure English, but not Chinese; moreover, Ollie is obviously a natural blond man, not the familiar dark eyes, black hair and yellow skin; also, it should be the first time I met before my eyes. Stranger, but the familiarity in my mind does not lie.

　　 So, what happened?

For the last second, he was still asleep, lying on the wooden bed of his rental house, dreaming in a dazed manner; in this second, he woke up, from Ronan, who was born and raised in Jiangnan water village, into...temporarily I don't know what Ronan Cooper looks like yet.

　　 Things, it seems, a bit, not quite, right.

　　 Take a deep breath.

　　 Take a deep breath again.

　　 Ronan temporarily put the turbulent information in his mind aside, calmed down and then slowly sorted it out. The most urgent thing is to figure out the status quo, "Oli!"

"...You should see a doctor, I think you should see a doctor, otherwise a small cold may turn into a total disaster. What's more, you are our lead singer. If there is no lead singer, the band will still How to perform? We must never breach the contract!"

　　Looking at Ollie, who was talking to himself unhappily, Ronan had to control the opponent's shoulders with his hands, and then called out again:

　　 "Oli!"

　　 This time, Ollie finally reacted, staring at Ronan with round eyes, "What's the matter?"

　　 "When is it now?" Ronan asked the simplest and most direct question.

　　 "Uh... do you mean the time?" Ollie didn't react, and showed Ronan with his hands and wrists. The round and round prospects were making silent protests: Didn't you see? I didn't carry a watch either!

"Year." Ronan smiled helplessly, and then added a cover for himself, "I...I am so groggy that my whole brain is so dizzy that I can't think, as if time and space have all been disrupted. In general, I don’t know where I am."

　　 "God!" Ollie showed a worried look, and did not answer Ronan's question. UU reading www.uukanshu.com raised his hand and pressed the back of his hand against Ronan's forehead, testing and asking questions.

　　 Although a bit awkward and jerky, Ronan did not resist this time. He needed an excuse to gain time for himself to adjust and adapt.

　　 As expected.

Ollie shook his head gently, "You are still a little hot on your forehead, it should be that the fever has not gone away. I said in the morning, we should postpone or even cancel the show, your state is so bad, you said nonsense last night, I can hardly stand up in a daze, but you still..."

Seeing that the nagging couldn't stop, Ronan had to interrupt Ollie, "I had a dream last night. It was a long, long dream. It was like returning to the first performance when the band was just formed. Opportunity, before going on stage, we were so nervous that our hearts were about to jump out."

　　 Of course, this is a lie, all of it is arrogant, there is no substantive content at all, but it can make Ollie enter the state.

　　 "Remember! Of course I remember! How can I forget?"

Ollie also showed a look of remembrance, "It was so beautiful at that time. We didn't understand anything, but believed that we could shake the world with our musical instruments, smashing our heads and smashing through the night without sleeping. Relationship. Unexpectedly, seven years have passed in a blink of an eye."

　　 Having said that, Ollie sighed slightly, and when he looked at Ronan again, his eyes showed empathy.

　　 "Who would have thought that it is already 2012? Hehe, do you think the end of the world predicted by the Mayan civilization is really coming?"

2012?

　　 So, he moved from the magic capital of 2020 to New Orleans in 2012?

　　 Ronan felt that he needed to catch his breath.