From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Deep breath, another deep breath.

However, Miles still couldn't control his elation and excitement, finding it hard to believe that the August 31st band had won a Grammy nomination, and equally hard to believe that the August 31st band was about to perform on the Grammy Awards stage.

In some ways, the performance excited Miles even more than the nomination.

Unlike Carnegie Hall, this time the cello was about to grace the highest stage of pop music!

Mixed emotions of excitement and tension, elation and anxiety churned on the tip of his tongue. He kept looking out the car window, trying to distract himself, but ultimately couldn't control it.

Turning his head, Miles looked at Lily and lowered his voice, "Can you believe we're about to be on the Grammy stage?"

Lily also took a deep breath, "Honestly, I can't even believe we're sitting in a limousine right now."

The rustling whispers were like mice. Although they lowered their voices, everyone in the car could hear them, which made Anson, who was sitting directly opposite them, couldn't help but smile.

"You better believe it, because the performance starts in two hours. Relying on just Connor and me might not be enough."

"Right, Connor?"

Anson turned to look at Connor, who was sitting next to him. After a beat, Connor realized that all eyes were on him, and he quickly turned his head to look at the roof.

Lily, "Wait, Connor, are you crying?"

Connor looked at the roof in silence. After a moment, he finally couldn't control himself and lowered his head again, his voice choked with sobs.

"This might be our last performance..."

He couldn't finish the sentence, and Connor swallowed his tears.

Anson, Lily, and Miles exchanged a look, and then burst out laughing in unison.

Haha, hahaha.

Connor looked at this scene, his face full of grievance, his shoulders drooping with immense sadness.

Since parting ways in Europe in June, Lily, Miles, and Connor continued to wander and travel, and of course, most importantly, to perform.

No longer under the name of the August 31st band, without attention or focus, without the ever-present frenzy, the trio returned to their old life of performing on the streets of New York, where everything was about music.

However, this allowed them to make friends with a group of people in the European underground music scene, returning to music, returning to purity, and finding the joy of pursuing their dreams.

They were looking for a new lead singer, hoping to continue performing.

Reuniting this time, their transformation was clear, not just the bronze skin tanned by the Mediterranean sun, but also a kind of lightness and vitality from the heart. While Anson was persistently moving forward on the road to pursuing his dreams, they were also continuing their dreams in their own way.

As Connor said, this might be the last group performance of the August 31st band, drawing a perfect conclusion to the band's brilliance and glory.

Sadness and sighs were inevitable, but it wasn't just sadness, there was also happiness and satisfaction, as well as emotion and remembrance. All kinds of thoughts rushed to mind, and the simplicity and paleness of language were simply not enough to describe it.

Anson could understand and comprehend, but his perspective was slightly different from Connor's.

"Connor, this is also the August 31st band's first official performance."

The words made the three people next to him stunned.

Indeed, after the band was formed, they went to Europe for a tour, but they always stood on the streets, never stepping onto a real stage, a formal stage.

Lily, "What about 'The Tonight Show'?"

Miles automatically answered, "We weren't a band at that time; the name August 31st hadn't even been born yet."

Thinking about it seriously, the Grammys were indeed the first time.

Connor couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, it's as short as summer."

Anson chuckled, "Think about it from another perspective, how many bands or singers have their career's first brilliant debut at the Grammys?"

"It's an honor."

Frankness, sunshine.

Anson was still that Anson, an existence that made it impossible to look away.

Connor wiped his face with his palm, "Yes, we should enjoy it!" As soon as he finished speaking, Connor realized that his heavy nasal voice betrayed his embarrassment. He widened his eyes, his face full of despair, "What do I do now that I'm going out like this?"

Anson looked embarrassed, "The reporters might think that the three of us are bullying you, a big guy."

Pfft.

Lily couldn't help it either. The tears that had just started to well up suddenly shrank back, and she burst into laughter, "With him being so big, we can't bully him."

Anson and Miles laughed especially happily. Miles laughed a little too exaggeratedly, as if he was using his laughter to cover up his embarrassment and awkwardness.

Connor didn't have time to pay attention to these things. He looked at Anson with a serious face, "Are my eyes swollen now? What should I do? I don't want my family to see me like this when they see the news photos."

Anson shrugged lightly, "You can tell them that you actually have pinkeye."

Connor: ... "Anson Wood!"

Lily laughed so hard that she leaned to one side. She picked up her small silver handbag, "Now you know why women always need to carry handbags, right?"

Connor was skeptical, "With so little space, what can you put in it?"

Lily didn't respond, but instead showed a mysterious smile.

Staples Center, world-renowned as the home of the NBA team Los Angeles Lakers, is in fact also the venue for various concerts, award ceremonies, and important events—

The 46th Grammy Awards were about to be held here.

Different from the usual impression of the Staples Center, the newly decorated arena was ready for the Grammy Awards ceremony.

The bustling and frenzied audience had already surrounded the arena early, shouting hoarsely, enthusiastically welcoming the music superstars.

Undoubtedly, this year's Grammys were particularly eye-catching:

Beyoncé, 50 Cent, the August 31st band, and other newly rising "newcomers" detonated the market; Eminem, Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jay-Z, U2 and other popular pop superstars also all attended.

It was truly a gathering of stars.

On both sides of the red carpet, the appearance of each guest could bring a tsunami of cheers. In the world of music, whether it was singers or audiences, there was no arrogance or aloofness of the film world at all. The atmosphere of the award ceremony was even more frenzied, and everyone joined this grand event without any burden.

Then, another limousine slowly stopped at the entrance of the red carpet.