From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

"Who was that just now?"

"I don't know, but he's really handsome, isn't he?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I think so too, ah!"

At the entrance of the Staples Center, a rolling heatwave erupted, endless and boundless.

Even if an unknown singer appeared, or even just someone involved in the music industry, like a producer or agent, they could still ignite the audience's enthusiasm.

They shouted tirelessly, like perpetual motion machines, instantly transforming the Staples Center into a carnival.

Don't recognize them?

No problem, just scream first.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Majestic and overwhelming!

Then, another black limousine slowly pulled up, and the audience at the red carpet entrance turned their gazes, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

Who is it, who's next?

Precisely because of this, the audience was afraid of missing any surprises, and regardless of whether they recognized the person or not, applause and cheers were offered first.

Ah, ah, ah.

The scene was still lively, without any awkward silence.

Then, a man in a suit and leather shoes appeared—

So, is this the agent? Or a band member?

Then, another burly figure in a black suit appeared.

The first black suit looked elegant and handsome, while the second black suit looked sturdy and tough, but interestingly, the second black suit's eyes were slightly red, and you could faintly see traces of powder covering up something, creating a contrast with the tall and strong physique, making people unable to help but smile.

However, this was still not the end.

Afterwards, a third black suit actually appeared, as if by magic.

The audience on both sides of the red carpet habitually welcomed him with applause and cheers, but inadvertently, their eyes lightly swept over the third black suit, then involuntarily pulled back again, staring intently, their hearts paralyzed.

Wait, that's—

The black suit was indeed a black suit, but the material was different.

The trousers seemed to be made of a fabric between leather and silk, and you could almost see starlight flickering in the breeze as he walked.

The jacket was made of smooth and delicate silk, and the cut completely broke with convention, no longer the traditional hip-hugging length, but only reaching the waist, even shorter than imagined, revealing a firm and well-proportioned waist.

Inside, it wasn't a shirt, but a black crew-neck silk T-shirt; the draped fabric and loose neckline made the collarbones and chest faintly visible, not only sexy, but also wicked, with a deadly danger.

A silk strip loosely wrapped around his neck, drooping like a tie, the combination between a tie and a necklace had a deadly aura similar to a choker, making people blush and their hearts race with just one glance.

All black, the only exception was the shoes, a pair of white sneakers, light and unrestrained, breaking the dangerous temperament of the whole body in an alternative way, and finally presenting an unbelievable sense of unruliness and arrogance.

One glance, really only needed one glance, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

In an instant, breathing stopped.

There was such a brief moment of stunned silence, not daring to believe their eyes and not understanding what was happening in front of them, so that there was a brief silence on the scene, like a black hole, absorbing all the attention from all directions, and the red carpet at the entrance of the Staples Center was momentarily paused.

Time stood still.

Even the three people who had just got out of the car were confused, looking at each other with questioning eyes, and the burly guy subconsciously rubbed his eyes, worried that his embarrassment would be discovered.

Just as their gazes turned to look at the last person, the frenzy on the scene instantly exploded, igniting the momentary silence with a destructive force, and the whole world fell into a dizzying madness.

The sound wave climbed, climbed, and climbed again, breaking through the limit before they even had time to blink, and finally only the elongated roar disappeared at the end of the eardrum's agitation—

Buzz!

In the field of vision, you could clearly see the fanatical and distorted faces, red-faced, veins bulging, shouting with all their might, and you could feel the shock to the hearing just through the visuals.

However, the auditory world was quiet, only the buzzing sound continued to surge, and the heart beat uncontrollably, and the bursts of roar stirred up continuous stormy waves in the depths of the soul.

Not only the audience, but also the other guests and media reporters on the red carpet were shocked, and one or two of them reflexively looked towards the entrance of the red carpet, trying to find the focus in the crowd.

This was not difficult.

Target found: Anson Wood.

If it wasn't Anson, who else could it be?

In an instant, people remembered Anna Wintour's words: Dior without Anson is like a soul without a body.

Before their eyes, Anson was wearing Dior, personally designed by Hedi Slimane for Anson.

Because this was the Grammys, which was relatively informal, allowing guests to freely express their personality and musical color, Anson broke free from the shackles and did not choose a traditional shirt, which gave Hedi more room to play and create this look.

From the material of the fabric to the use of lines to the workmanship of the tailoring, everything was tailor-made and perfect.

Anson achieved Dior, and Dior also achieved Anson.

It was hard to imagine what the Oscars had missed.

Now, the red carpet finally belatedly reacted—

Since Anson was here, it meant that the four people in front of them were the August 31st band!

In the past year, the August 31st band had shown a sweeping posture, even Beyoncé and 50 Cent were slightly inferior; however, except for the "Tonight Show," the band had never performed formally in any occasion, and it was hard to imagine how long the fanatical music lovers had been waiting.

Until tonight, this scene finally came to pass.

The energy that had just erupted because of Anson was now unbelievably even higher, breaking through the blockade again, and the continuous roar tore open, and the violent shouts once again descended on the scene, making the entire Staples Center feel shaky and trembling in the stormy waves, allowing people to feel the amazing presence of the August 31st band.

Ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah!

Moreover, it was still climbing steadily, and there was no end in sight.

Anson stepped forward, patted the shoulders of the three band members respectively, looked at the stunned and dumbfounded partners, showed a smile, and made an inviting gesture:

Welcome to the Grammys, the August 31st band's first official appearance on stage.