The number of people gathered was staggering, and it was challenging to estimate accurately. It could have been three hundred, five hundred, three thousand, or even five thousand people.
When viewed from a parallel perspective, especially without a defined space or stadium, judging the crowd's size became difficult. The sheer magnitude of the crowd made the numbers lose their significance.
In reality, to individual people within the crowd, the difference between three thousand and thirty thousand might not be as vast as one would imagine.
At this moment, there were at least two thousand people in front of them, but Ronan couldn't accurately gauge whether the actual number was more or less.
Ronan hadn't witnessed such a massive crowd in his previous life.
The largest gathering he'd seen was six hundred students doing radio gymnastics on the elementary school playground during morning meetings, which had appeared somewhat vague.
Ronan even entertained a peculiar thought: maybe a mathematical model should be used to divide the crowd into blocks, estimate the number of people in each block, and then calculate the total number.
This fanciful idea helped him momentarily forget the excitement and nervousness.
Soon, Cliff parked the vehicle in the back lot. A large crowd had gathered there as well, although not on the same scale as the main entrance. More than a hundred or two hundred people were bustling about, filling every corner of the space.
They seemed to be waiting for their favorite bands. Whenever a car approached, the crowd surged forward like a wave, only to retreat when they realized it wasn't the band they were waiting for.
It created a unique and exciting sight, as the crowd appeared to cheer politely to show support for the bands, albeit not theirs.
Cliff couldn't hide his disappointment, muttering, "Why aren't there any left?" He seemed resentful and regretful.
But Ollie's enthusiastic voice broke the silence in the car, "Cheers! Wow! They're even waiting for the bands at the back door of the bar! That's incredible, right? Guys, isn't it? The scene is truly amazing."
Seeing Ollie's excitement, everyone, including Cliff, couldn't help but smile.
Ronan understood Ollie's excitement. These cheers may not have been directed at them, but they symbolized something important: even independent or underground bands could have supporters.
These music enthusiasts were always eager to show their enthusiasm. This gave Ronan hope that One Day King could have its own cheering fans.
Perhaps tonight's Full Moon Party was the opportunity they had been waiting for.
Ollie's excitement grew as he felt a connection with the crowd.
Through the rearview mirror, Cliff exchanged glances with Maxim and Ronan, and they all sensed the subtle shifts in emotions—tension, excitement, and mixed feelings were swirling within them.
After successfully parking, the band and their group approached the back door and knocked. A staff member opened the door partially and asked for their band name and appointment time.
Cliff, as the band's representative, provided the necessary information. Cliff was an efficient captain, skilled in handling logistical matters, band management, and external negotiations. His role as captain had been decided unanimously, even by Maxim, who had been the band's first captain at its inception.
The staff member checked the itinerary and then nodded, confirming their entrance and directing them to the band lounge and backstage.
They were encouraged to use their time efficiently. The staff member apologized for the tight schedule, explaining that they were exhausted and hoping for cooperation to avoid delays.
Cliff and the band expressed understanding and gratitude. They thanked the staff for their helpful suggestion and divided into two groups—Cliff and Maxim headed to the lounge, while Ronan and Ollie proceeded backstage to make the most of their limited time.
Alice, who held the camera, felt conflicted. She couldn't be in two places at once and had to choose between the lounge and backstage.
While she initially leaned toward the lounge, she worried that the party organizers might not appreciate the camera, potentially causing disagreements and wasting time. So, she followed Ronan to the stage.
Without delay, Ronan and Ollie went directly backstage. The sound, scenery, lighting, and props staff had almost finished their work and were conducting live rehearsals to ensure a flawless performance.
Ronan's eyes were filled with curiosity, as this stage seemed particularly special. It was not only the King's Band's first official appearance on such a formal stage, but it also felt different from any other they had performed on.
From their vantage point backstage, the wooden stage in the center was illuminated by bright yellow lights, creating a spotlight effect that focused the audience's attention.
This is where the magic begins.