Shudder, shudder, shudder.
Ollie started twitching on the spot like he was sifting chaff. He was laughing so hard that when he leaned back, he completely flipped over and disappeared from view.
Because the commotion was so loud that it couldn't be missed by hearing alone, Maxim and Cliff could also sense it visually. Both of them panicked. They turned their heads together and saw Ollie lying on the ground, laughing uncontrollably. They both took off their headphones and rushed over to ask what was wrong.
"Hahahaha!" Ollie's bizarre laughter erupted again, his booming voice ringing in their eardrums like a struck bell, perfectly demonstrating "what it's like to laugh so hard you feel sick." Even though his body was twisted in a strange position on the floor, he didn't seem to feel any pain.
Maxim also sensed that something was wrong. He looked at Ollie, then turned his head to look at Ronan outside the recording booth. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Is it really that bad?"
Ronan pressed the red button and spoke into the microphone, "Yeah."
No extra words, just a simple and clear response, but it carried a lot of weight, landing heavily on Maxim and Cliff's chests.
Cliff opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end, he couldn't. He then turned to look at Ollie, who was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face, a look of helplessness on his own. He muttered under his breath, "Is it really that serious?" but still didn't have the courage to ask what exactly had happened. He just glanced at Ronan out of the corner of his eye.
Ronan thought for a long time but still couldn't find the right words. In the end, he decided to be honest. They needed to realize the seriousness of the problem to improve their recording efficiency later. "A disaster."
Ronan dropped another bombshell, which immediately made Maxim and Cliff's shoulders slump. "Ollie, you too," Ronan then added.
Ollie, who had now awkwardly sat up and was rubbing his stiff cheeks, didn't mind when he heard his name. He just raised his hand to signal, "I know, I admit it, I accept it."
Ronan sighed, "Guys, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, remember? Rhythm! Don't lose your rhythm just because you're too excited. It's the most crucial thing. We're not some amateur karaoke session. Don't tell me I need to hold your hands and explain what rhythm is."
The feeling inside the recording booth is peculiar. It's like suddenly being thrown into space. You can still hear the computer sounds coming through the headphones, but the sound is one-way. You can't have a conversation or communicate with your teammates. It's just you and the sound, which often makes people lose their sense of space and presence.
In a way, it's similar to the experience of having your five senses shut down, so your self-perception can easily become disordered. It's definitely a challenge.
Just now, all three band members had made the most basic and simple mistake: losing their sense of rhythm.
It wasn't a minor mistake like rushing or dragging – although those details were also present. But what was worse was the big, structural mistake.
They went from "4/4 time" to "3/4 time" and then back to "4/4 time." Cliff even inexplicably threw in a "3/8 time" from who knows where.
The entire performance was really too... "free." Not in a good, complimentary way, but in a negative sense of being scattered and chaotic. The entire framework of the song was completely disrupted, just as Ronan said, "a disaster."
"Ollie."
Ronan's voice came from above the recording booth again. Ollie, who was secretly snickering, was caught red-handed. He subconsciously looked towards Ronan and saw him standing there without any expression, no smile, no anger, just a calm gaze through the glass.
Even though his expression wasn't particularly anything, his bright eyes were scolding him, more directly than words could. Ollie's smile instantly vanished.
"Cough, cough, sorry," Ollie quickly apologized, pulling himself together. "I'm ready. Rhythm, yeah, rhythm."
Composing himself, Ollie bent down and picked up the chair he had flipped over, quickly settling back into it. Maxim and Cliff had also both gotten back into position, officially starting their second practice.
"Chasing the Light" is a very special song, seemingly simple but actually incredibly intricate. It's like a high-end music box where seemingly effortless music is produced by layers upon layers of tiny, precisely connected gears.
During live performances, it's not difficult to play because the individual melodies for the drums, keyboard, and bass are all very simple. This was one of the important reasons why the opening performance for Bruno's concert was successful. But recording it is very difficult because the layers are very rich, and the details of the entire three-dimensional spatial feel are particularly intricate. This means the recording process requires meticulous attention to detail – a huge undertaking.
The second recording, although still considered practice, made it clear to the band members that their time was limited. Therefore, every practice had to be high quality, and they needed to complete the recording work as quickly as possible.
As the first four eight-bar phrase ended, Cliff could clearly feel Ronan's gaze through the glass, resting on his shoulders.
His eyes were calm, without much fluctuation, but within that calmness, Cliff could feel a bone-chilling coldness comparable to the frozen Arctic Ocean. His muscles involuntarily tensed up. That single look made Cliff swallow hard, his throat instantly drying up.
"Rhythm, Cliff. I don't want to have to emphasize it a third time." Ronan's tone was so light and gentle, as if he were talking to a child. But this kind voice made all the hairs on the back of Cliff's neck stand on end, and he swallowed again out of fear.
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In the air, there seemed to be a scent of blood.
Cliff nervously turned his head to look at Maxim and Ollie, asking with his eyes: Is this still the Ronan we know? Why does it feel like he's a different person?
Usually, Ronan was always smiling, always positive and optimistic. Even when the band's practice had repeated mistakes, he was always patiently guiding them. Today, Ronan was still the same Ronan, and his smile hadn't changed much, but his eyes were completely different, as if one look could kill.
So, was this a scene from "Face/Off"?
Cliff was a little scared.
Maxim mouthed quietly, "Who knows, maybe it's that time of the month?"
"Don't worry, if it's that time of the month, I'll let you know." Ronan's calm voice explained from the headphones. Maxim and Cliff immediately grimaced, only then realizing that the microphones in the recording booth were very sensitive, and their whispers couldn't hide.
Alice, who was standing beside them recording this scene with a video camera, was really having a hard time. She was about to lose control of her urge to laugh. Could she go outside and laugh for a while before coming back?