Buzzing!

Buzzing!

In the quiet car, it seems that the trivial sound of the heat wave surging can be clearly felt. The screams continue to surging on the eardrum, forming interference, so that the whole person's judgment of the outside world becomes fuzzy and dull. When I got up, I completely forgot where I was in the end.

"Hey!"

There was a shudder without warning, and Cliff's consciousness returned to his brain. He ignorantly watched the familiar palm trees outside the window slowly receding, becoming more confused about where he was, and then turned his head. Looking over, you can see the band’s teammates seated neatly.

Ollie was pulling his bow tie gently, seeming to be too tight to breathe, and the focus of his eyes collapsed invisibly; Maxim was using the mirror of the silver cigarette case to confirm his state. I am always worried that the beard that is trimmed in the morning may still be flawed.

And Ronan?

Ronan calmly looked out of the car window. He was a little bit mad, unable to guess what he was thinking, but he was quiet and peaceful but he didn't lie. The calm and calm state was as if he were on the way to vacation, and he was slightly nervous and tense in the car. The atmosphere does not appear to be on the same frequency.

"Ronan?" Cliff uttered a voice, but was surprised by the hoarseness of his voice.

Ronan turned around in response. Only then did he discover that Ollie kept tossing his bow tie, so that the bow tie was crooked, "Do you need to loosen it a little?" Ronan asked Ollie, Ollie pursed his mouth stubbornly, but Still shook his head, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Ronan didn't say much, "The bow tie is crooked." Then he raised his hand to help Ollie adjust the bow tie, and exhorted, "If you feel uncomfortable, just adjust it a bit. We don't want you to faint directly on the red carpet. Above." A little joke, but only Maxim laughed.

Maxim temporarily stopped his act of confirming his beauty, looked at Cliff and Ollie who couldn't laugh, couldn't help but joked, "If you are in a state like this, if you win the prize tonight, you will probably faint directly. It's gone, relax, relax! This is not a big deal, don't seem like you haven't seen the world."

At this time, the King’s band took a long car to the Staples Stadium one day. Today is the day when the Grammy Awards ceremony is officially held. The band will also be on the stage that is highly anticipated, and nervous emotions will begin to linger in the stomach. Circle after circle, packed full.

Alice looked at the relaxed Maxim, and couldn't help but teased, "Then what about you? If we win the prize, don't you expect it at all?"

"Of course not." Maksim said naturally, "I am a man who is going to conquer the world. Tonight I will show everyone how handsome I am. If I win a prize, I will definitely stand on the stage. , This is my moment, I am fully prepared!"

Shouldn't this be the moment that belongs to the band?

Alice was about to spit, and then she saw Ronan's wink, so she swallowed the words, and the smiles in her eyes couldn't help but surge.

Ronan ignored the Peacock's opening of Maxim, and looked at Cliff, "What's wrong? Did you just call me something?"

"..." In fact, Cliff had forgotten why he called Ronan. He couldn't run his brain because of his nervousness, and his thoughts fell apart. Now he is almost out of breath, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Nervous, of course nervous." Ronan admitted frankly, nervous because he cares, "This is a Grammy, how can I not be nervous? It's just that I hide better. It is because of the Grammy, so today The late stage needs to do our best, after all, we have waited too long for too long."

After a slight pause, Ronan slowly looked at his teammates, Cliff, Maxim, Ollie, and fellow Alice.

"Many people are waiting to see our jokes. Now is the time for us to prove ourselves. So, tension should become motivation."

After speaking, the smile at the corner of Ronan's mouth rose lightly.

Before the Grammy Awards ceremony, Scout Braun bluntly stated in an interview that he was very, very disappointed with this year’s Grammy nomination list. He thought the Grammys might be tainted by some people. The nomination The absurdity of the list is the best proof.

Although the reporters don’t know why, they just think that Justin Bieber has not been nominated, and Scout is bombarding the Grammys for Justin. Such a gimmick is good enough; but the members of the Kings can know Scoo in one day. There are words in the special words, which are obviously aimed at them.

The rise of the king in one day was too sudden and too fast. From Bruno Mars’s concert to the Grammy nomination, it took less than three months before and after that, Scout didn’t pay attention to it for a while, and then the band went on. It has jumped up strongly, which really makes Scout annoyed--

This band was the one he had asserted earlier that there was no hope for the future, and he had to put down the cruel words and must be suppressed, but he just got up and slapped him in the face?

Grammy’s nomination was very unexpected. It was too late when Scooter knew it. It was too late and missed the opportunity to suppress destruction. This made Scooter panicked, shame swept across, and language was difficult. Described, anger erupted like a volcano.

But the problem is that Scout doesn't know how the king jumped up one day, Bruno Mars? Or Atlantic Records? Or is it other big guys behind the scenes who don't see the clue for the time being? Because it is unpredictable, Scout wants to launch an attack but can't find the target~lightnovelpub.net~ So, what else can he do?

As witty as Scout, he would naturally not be stupid to attack casually, otherwise he would not be able to survive in the industry, so he accuses Sang Huai of venting Grammys-not to provoke the Grammys, but to make complaints. Grammy's nomination, after all, this is an area where everyone can express their opinions.

Scooter was waiting to see the king embarrassed one day, sure they would return empty-handed on the Grammys, and the performance stage would also be submerged in the stars-every year there will be some dark horses in the Grammys, but after the awards ceremony It's as fleeting as a shooting star, and it's hard to count.

Of course, Scout is not the only one. It can be seen from the storm of negative public opinion on social networks that the king's voice is really not small, even if they have no grievances.

At this time, looking at Ronan Tan’s but calm smile, the band members could understand what he meant--

The best way to deal with hatred is to be happier and happier, so that those haters will be tortured by their own negative emotions to the point of death.

The more people want to see the king make a fool of themselves, the more the king must perform well in a day.