For One Day Kings, hiring a professional arranger was out of the question due to their limited capital. They had to rely on their own abilities.
Ollie and Maxim, responsible for composing and arranging, were self-taught and had learned step by step.
As Ronan explained his arrangement concept, Ollie, eager to participate, couldn't contain his excitement and immediately voiced his disagreement, catching Maxim off guard.
Maxim had barely opened his mouth when he witnessed Ollie's burst of energy. Cliff, observing their reactions, restrained a smile and patted Maxim on the shoulder with a respectful expression.
The night deepened in this manner, yet the motel remained far from quiet. Even after the youthful revelry had concluded, the residents couldn't settle down.
The noise from the band room provoked complaints and even led some individuals to confront the band directly. Banging on the door, they made their displeasure known, and the door groaned under the pressure.
Initially, the band members apologized politely, understanding the disturbance they were causing. They typically rehearsed during the day to avoid disturbing others at night.
However, due to the exceptional circumstances, they had no choice but to rehearse at night, which they regretted.
Soon, they realized that their apologies only encouraged the other party to escalate the situation. Instead of fostering mutual understanding, the confrontations became tense, with sleeves rolled up and tempers flaring. The band members were prepared for a confrontation.
Ollie, tall and sturdy, rolled up his sleeves, standing as a formidable obstacle at the door with a fiery demeanor that indicated he was ready for a fight.
Ronan, slightly taller than Ollie, stood up with a serious expression, as if proclaiming that they were prepared for a brawl. Their demeanor defused the situation, and the confrontational individuals quieted down.
The night passed peacefully.
The morning arrived with the sun's gentle light, casting a translucent blue hue across the sky. The darkness receded, and the world gradually brightened.
Some referred to this brief moment before and after dawn as the "blue hour." It was a tranquil, ethereal time when the world seemed suspended between night and day, and all that could be heard was the beating of one's heart.
However, this enchanting moment was fleeting, giving way to the full light of morning.
Alice, stepping out of her room, stretched and inhaled deeply, but instead of the fresh air she anticipated, she coughed. The air was thick with the scent of cigarettes and gasoline, remnants of the previous night's party.
With her digital camera in hand, Alice headed toward Ronan and Ollie's room, planning to extend today's shooting schedule and gather more video footage to refine her ideas.
Documentary filmmaking was a meticulous endeavor, involving objective recording followed by careful organization and editing to convey a chosen narrative.
Alice's excitement from the previous night hadn't waned. Ideas continued to flow, and she was eager to showcase her skills. She had only slept for a few hours, driven by her creative energy.
Arriving at her destination, Alice knocked on the door and took a few steps back, ready to capture the moment when it opened. However, before she could retreat further, the door swung open.
"Oh!"
Alice was startled when she saw Ollie through her camera's viewfinder. He was not the groggy figure she expected but appeared energetic and full of life. Only upon closer observation could she detect a hint of weariness in his expression—evidence of a sleepless night.
"You haven't slept all night?" Alice asked in surprise as she stepped into the room.
Ollie, upon seeing Alice, broke into a smile but didn't offer an explanation. Instead, he simply waved at her and headed back into the room, paying no heed to the camera.
Alice followed and was met with an unexpected sight.