The charm of a live performance lies in its ability to immerse the audience in a closed environment, temporarily isolating them from the outside world.
It allows them to set aside distracting thoughts and concerns, wholeheartedly engage with the live performance, and experience a range of emotions—happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy—through music.
It also helps them revisit personal memories associated with music and let go of all inhibitions to truly express themselves.
In this moment, as they watched Ronan sing passionately on stage, it was as if they had rekindled their childhood memories.
Those memories might have become blurry over time, but they could still recall the innocence, excitement, and anxiety of young love.
Back then, the world seemed to revolve around their love, and there was always passion and enthusiasm, with their blood boiling and their hearts racing.
Fully immersed in the live performance, their minds heated up, and their feet seemed to lift off the ground, losing contact with the solid floor.
They felt like they were floating, swaying to the flow of the music, and entering a blissful state of ecstasy.
The innocence, simplicity, and beauty represented by "She Looks so Perfect" were rekindled by Ronan's singing. Negative emotions vanished, leaving only rosy memories, and they couldn't contain their excitement as they jumped and sang along.
"Hey...hey...hey...hey..."
The catchy melody and rhythm were not too challenging. After singing along with the first verse, the audience could easily join the band in singing along.
Silently, subtly, they followed Ronan's cues, jumping and nodding together, singing loudly as their voices naturally resonated from their chests. It was all so simple, stemming from the soul and vibrating through their vocal cords.
"Hey...hehe..."
Initially, only a few members of the audience joined in with the chorus. However, gradually, the infectious atmosphere spread throughout the Old Blacksmith Bar.
Even though their bodies couldn't keep up with the rhythm, they could still feel the call of the melody and swayed and jumped along with it. The crowd grew larger and larger, and the fading party atmosphere was reignited, rekindling the audience's enthusiasm.
This was the magic of music—a single note and beat could ignite the audience's spirits.
On stage, Ronan could keenly feel the surging enthusiasm. He momentarily paused the rhythm, stood firm, grasped the microphone stand with both hands, took a breath, and continued singing passionately.
"Let's get out, let's get out"
Ronan waved his hands, keeping the entire scene in a carnival state. Moreover, his singing was on the rise, his clear articulation allowing emotions to flow freely. The excitement in the audience remained at a peak.
"'Cause this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down
While I was out, I found myself alone just thinking
If I showed up with a plane ticket
And a shiny diamond ring with your name on it
Would you wanna run away too?
'Cause all I really want is you"
The smile on Ronan's face blossomed. Alice turned her camera toward Ronan, capturing the moment.
Ronan stood on the stage, his bright eyes seemingly filled with stars. He gazed deeply into the camera, the sudden brilliance inviting further exploration.
Though the world behind Ronan was blurred by a shining yellow light, it couldn't obscure the intensity of his eyes.
The lens captured an eternal moment.
Though Alice was very familiar with Ronan, she couldn't help but be amazed by the dazzling spectacle before her. She turned her head and saw a bearded man in the crowd.
There was some distance between them, about four or five people away, not immediately noticeable. Yet, even in the midst of the bustling crowd, Alice could discern the bearded man with tears glistening in his eyelashes.
Touched and moved, his eyes were veiled in a soft light that hinted at fragility.
Alice's expression was one of astonishment. Wasn't this a bit too romantic? Moreover, Ronan's song wasn't the type that would typically move someone to tears.
Hadn't she just witnessed the joyous response of the entire audience—cheering, jumping, and shouting in unison? Wasn't this a bit exaggerated?
Could it be that the passerby audience responsible for eliciting tears in a singing show had entered the wrong studio?
It all felt like a prank, and Alice instinctively scanned the surroundings to see if there were hidden cameras.
However, she soon refocused her attention on the stage, watching Ronan continue to sing passionately under the bright lights. Suddenly, she could understand the emotions of the bearded man.
Perhaps he was yearning for his own "white moonlight," imagining a scenario where he presented a plane ticket and a diamond ring.
Would she be willing to escape with him? The happier the song, the sadder it made him feel; the noisier the crowd, the lonelier he became. A touch of sigh was hidden in the corner of Ronan's mouth, surging within the melody.
Listen, Ronan was describing the perfect embodiment of his dreams:
"You look so perfect standing there
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now, that I'm so down
I made a mix-tape straight out of '94
I've got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor
And I know now, that I'm so down"
No need for additional embellishments or descriptions. Everyone had their own "white moonlight" in mind, the sunny smile for men and the white dress for women. A single keyword was enough to rekindle irreplaceable memories.
As the melody and drumbeats reached their climax once again, the moment of emotional catharsis had arrived once more.