"Wrong rhythm."
"Dragging."
"Rushing."
"No, the emotion needs to be concentrated at your fingertips. The whole feeling is off right now."
"Cliff, didn't you just say you understood everything? Let's try it again."
"Follow me. De! De-de-de... De! De-de-de... Release, hold, release."
"Dragging."
"Still dragging."
"The dragging is really bad."
"One more time."
Again and again. Over and over.
The monotonous practice felt like hitting a wall, going back and forth, stuck in the same place. The person involved was drowsy, and the onlookers were bored out of their minds. However, the recording studio at this moment was different. Cliff was completely focused, not distracted in the slightest. Maxim and Ollie weren't daydreaming either—
Or rather, they didn't dare to.
The tense atmosphere made Maxim and Ollie hold their breath involuntarily, their nerves tightening along with it. They could feel the friction and collision of sparks.
The Ronan in front of them didn't show any particular emotion. There was no anger, no irritation, no murderous intent. He remained patient, conducting the recording calmly and steadily. But this "calmness" gave off a machine-like coldness, and then the emotions hidden beneath the surface of this machine miraculously seeped out bit by bit.
Those clear and bright eyes seemed to be able to see through any pretense, to perceive all the emotions within. Then, they worked repeatedly, over and over, like a ruthless working machine. So much so that the emotionless eyes made people不敢直视 (dare not look directly), and even the air seemed to solidify.
Tension. Anxiety. Fear.
Unconsciously, Cliff's voice was cut short like this. No one dared to argue. The entire recording studio fell into a deathly silence. Maxim and Ollie quietly lowered their heads, exchanging glances filled with intense unease, unsure of their fate.
"Cliff, think. Use your head to think. You need to get your mind working to convey emotion. Your current mood is wrong. Do you need a five-minute break?"
Ronan didn't notice Maxim and Ollie's exchange of glances at all. All his attention was on Cliff. He could keenly sense the change in the atmosphere of the recording studio, so he took the initiative to ask.
The back of Cliff's shirt was completely soaked with sweat, but hearing Ronan's voice was like setting off an alarm. He jolted upright and shook his head repeatedly to deny the need for a break. "No, it's okay, I can do it."
Facing the ruthless working machine in front of him, Cliff's work mode involuntarily tightened up. Complaints and dissatisfaction gradually evolved into silence, and then also transformed into a ruthless working machine. Otherwise, he might be crushed by that machine at any moment, leaving no trace behind.
"Cliff, calm down and think."
"Remember when you and Maxim had that argument? You wanted to give up, but Maxim wanted to persevere. What were your feelings then? You didn't want to give up either, but reality didn't allow you any other options. The tug-of-war between reason and emotion, that feeling of struggle, the entanglement of being in the darkest moment."
"And then, you ultimately chose to fly like a moth to a flame. That sense of heroism, that sense of release, that sense of freedom, the profound understanding of living towards death. I need to feel that kind of emotional surge in the notes – powerful, grand, magnificent, opening your arms to embrace the storm, the complete release of emotion."
"Think!"
"Let's try it again."
Take a deep breath, then another deep breath, and then another. Cliff's attention was completely focused. He followed Ronan's guidance and slowly entered a wonderful state. The images in his mind gradually became clearer, the surging emotions grew stronger, and his fingertips could feel the texture of the black and white keys. Life seemed to spark from the subtle touch of his fingertips. His mind was completely empty and clear.
Standing beside the recording studio, observing everything, Alice could also feel the subtle changes. Cliff's entire aura was indeed different.
Because Alice wasn't directly experiencing Ronan's pressure, unlike Maxim and Ollie, she could only faintly sense the change in the air. This caused her a lot of confusion—
Was Ronan really that scary? Judging from his voice and expression, he didn't seem like a big deal.
"Making a fuss about nothing," Alice muttered to herself in her heart.
But the fact was, Cliff's performance had indeed undergone a qualitative change. It was as if the notes were injected with life, becoming vibrant, and the emotions hidden within them grew stronger.
Words really couldn't accurately describe the feeling. It was more of an immersive experience. Being in it, you couldn't help but close your eyes and listen intently to the melodies. The rhythm and power of your heartbeat could convey clear changes, and then you could carefully feel the true emotions behind the melody of "Chasing the Light."
It was truly a wonderful state.
This was the most special and magical thing about music. It could connect different individuals just through notes, allowing them to feel similar rhythms and undulations, and then evoke emotional resonance, regardless of age, gender, nationality, or culture. It was the common language of all humanity.
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"Yes... yes! That's it, very good!"
Cliff finally got into the zone. You could feel the heavy weight of emotion in the notes. The rhythm, power, and transitions were all excellent. This prompted Ronan to immediately add to the microphone, "Maxim, Ollie, join in."
"Ollie, pay attention. Your emotion is the opposite of Cliff's. The initial power is the heaviest, then it slowly sinks, gradually becoming quiet. Try to let the emotion settle and submerge as much as possible."
"Maxim, the emotion in your playing just now was correct. Just keep it up, but make it a bit lighter, relax your mindset. We're now entering the ensemble stage."
With Ronan's command, the band finally entered the ensemble stage, and also entered the recording stage—nearly forty minutes had passed since they entered the recording studio, but this was just the beginning.
De! De-de-de...
De! De-de-de...
On one side, there was the release of emotion, gradually rising; on the other side, there was the settling of emotion, slowly sinking.
Even though only three instruments were playing now, and only the main melody, you could still feel the distinct layering—it was just that the melody was still too thin, and the layers were too obvious, lacking the expected beauty. The rough melody couldn't be called pleasant yet.
However, faintly, the effect Ronan was hoping for was slowly taking shape.
Alice watched this magical scene unfold before her eyes. The birth from nothing, the transformation from dull to vibrant. Most importantly, it was the collision of notes with notes. The originally plain notes were arranged and combined, then collided to create sparks. As a listener, her emotions were also immersed in it, just like... magic.
The same melody, but a different feeling. Alice could indeed feel the emotions hidden within the notes, and her heart couldn't help but flutter gently, soaring and wandering within the melody.
This was definitely a miracle.