364 Stage Charm
In the middle of the stage, Ronan was still holding the microphone stand with both hands, rapping lazily and leisurely. The entire Staples Stadium was shrouded in darkness, including the members of the One Day Kings band, the guests and the audience, all of them were silent. Except, there is only one spotlight on Ronan.
The extreme brightness is in stark contrast to the extreme darkness. The faint halo exudes warmth, but it seems that it may be swallowed by the darkness at any time. The ubiquitous darkness penetrates every hole, and the layer upon layer of pressure makes that spotlight so lonely. And so fragile, so precarious.
The light penetrated the eyelashes and eyebrows and cast sparse shadows, blurring Ronan's facial features, as if wearing a colorful mask.
Then, you can see the corners of Ronan's mouth lightly raised, showing a shallow smile, but he can't feel any warmth from the sun at all, only bitter sarcasm and sour loneliness, and the clown mask covering his face begins to change. It has to be real, revealing a bit of bitter irony.
"I'm just a nobody but I care about your eyes." (Note 1)
"I'm just an unknown person who cares about your eyes."
again. twice.
There is no redundant explanation, but the melody between the lines can capture the helplessness and sadness of self-deprecation, as if I am just a joke.
Even if I clearly know that in the eyes of everyone, I am just a blurred face without eyes, nose and mouth, no name and no impression, just a simple symbol, but the eyes that emerge from all directions still make them pay attention to it all the time. , with absolutely no escape.
Behind the self-deprecation, there is a staggering sadness, and the light of the dream is also blurred. In the end, he is lost in the chaos like this.
Then, the melody stopped, all the King’s performances stopped, and only the sound of Ronan’s breathing was left again, as if Ronan was the only one left in the Staples Stadium in Nuo University, his lone figure shrouded in the spotlight In a trance, the spotlight turned into a cage, imprisoning Ronan's figure.
Obviously standing in the center of the world, but there is nowhere to escape.
In an instant, the impact of the visual level came layer upon layer—Katy Perry, who returned to the auditorium, stared at the scene in front of her dumbfounded. There was no description or singing, but powerful emotional penetration But the force hit her hard, and she fell apart.
She seems to really understand the king for a day.
Standing outside the entertainment circle, I always think that life is bathed in the spotlight and spotlight,
In the spotlight, it's like living on a cloud.
Once upon a time, Katie thought so too, but slowly, slowly, she realized that the all-pervasive spotlights around her were becoming a cage, exposing all her cunts to the broad daylight, with nowhere to go. There is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Every Grammy is a torment for Katie—every year she wins nominations, expects slowly, but in the end they all come back empty-handed, and then the ridicule and ridicule from all over the world floods out. To make her breathless, for fear that if she made a slight mistake, she would fall into the clouds and be smashed to pieces.
The spotlight is the center of the world, but it is also an invisible cage.
Just like this moment.
"I'm just a nobody but I care about your eyes."
In fact, fame has nothing to do with it. Whether they are unknown or top superstars, bathed in the spotlight, they are all reduced to a "blurryface" symbol, carrying thousands of attention, trapped in the heart step by step In the cage, finally fell into trouble.
Those gazes, those gazes, those gazes... are always critically examining them, and even if you try your best, you still can't get rid of them completely.
They are just a group of souls trapped on an isolated island.
Now, they finally understand the visual art of One Day King's performance of "falling apart". The band deliberately hides all other members to create this visual cage effect, which is perfectly combined with lyrics, melody, and singing emotions. , Then, Ronan's every move can create different artistic presentation effects, easily infect the audience, and truly let the audience enter the world they created.
They are a group of broken and scarred souls, trapped in the shackles between dreams and reality, helpless, slowly sinking into drowning. To outsiders, they are glamorous, luxury houses, yachts, private jets, and spending a lot of money; but how many people can see through the truth when they are in it. Dreams are no longer what they were in childhood fantasy in front of reality, and they are no longer what they imagined. in the appearance.
at this time. now.
Looking at Ronan in the spotlight again, the bitterness on the tip of the tongue slowly spread like this. The seemingly simple lyrics burst out with mixed flavors, and the lyrics and melody, song and performance perfectly echoed each other.
From "My Demons" to "Falling Apart," Kings for a Day truly delivered the top-notch charisma of a live show.
And then--
The audience fell into silence again. In this silence, without accompaniment, Ronan's singing sounded again, like a nursery rhyme hummed by his mother.
"I want to travel back in time and go back to the good old days. My mother hummed nursery rhymes to lull me to sleep, but now my life is falling apart."
The voice of the cappella is clearer and brighter. The slightly slowed down rhythm is like whispering in the ear, with the tenderness of the mother and the coldness of the night, mixed with a fragility of heartbreak, spreading and surging in the boundless darkness, Then, cracks appeared in the strong mask, and unconsciously, flowers bloomed from the heart as hard as a rock, and the beauty in the pain bloomed proudly, even the corners of the mouth also rose.
Just like Ronan, like a clown, using a smile to cover up the riddles in his heart.
"I want to travel back in time and go back to the good old days..." There was a slight pause, and the microphone could only capture the sound of breathing, which made the hearts of the audience hang high, their eyes widened before they realized it, Leaning forward, devoting wholeheartedly to it, looking forward to the development in the future, the jumping and throbbing, quietly let people fall.
"...ummm...mmmm..." It was the melody of nursery rhymes again, flying through it like a flying fairy, which can be called a magic pen, "Mom hummed nursery rhymes to lull me to sleep, but now... life is falling apart. Everything is falling apart falling apart."
The singing continued again, but without tricks or embellishments. The unpretentious singing made the audience deeply feel the helplessness behind it, as well as the collapse and madness in the desperate situation, as if everything began to fall apart. The world is dying but what can be done?
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The only thing he can do is to stand in the middle of the collapsed world and show a smile.
There is no melody, only singing, stripped of all decorations on the stage, showing the most primitive and true emotions, fragile but honest, so beautiful that it makes the heart tremble slightly.
Note 1: Falling apart (Stressed-Out - Twenty-One-Pilots)