From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Movie premiere. Cannes Film Festival. Paris Fashion Week. Fashion magazine cover. Emmy Awards and Golden Globe Awards.

Things like that and so on.

People have seen Anson Wood in different styles and with different characteristics on different occasions. When people repeatedly chatter about "pretty boy," whether it's commendatory or derogatory, the core principle remains the same—

Recognizing Anson's physical attractiveness.

Over the years, people have witnessed Anson's different images and different charms, and have naturally formed a stereotype:

They have already seen "all" of Anson.

After all, a pretty boy is just a shell; and it's often a monotonous shell, because it lacks a soul. So no matter how good-looking the facial features and appearance are, it ultimately lacks vitality, can't stand scrutiny, and becomes uninteresting after a long time.

Inevitably, pretty boys need to be updated frequently.

Ultimately, humans always favor the new and dislike the old.

However, Anson is different.

Again and again, Anson is always able to bring surprises—

Dashing. Uninhibited. Deadly. Sexy. Wild.

The Anson in front of them made people unable to take their eyes off him. Their wildly beating hearts continued to roar above their eardrums, and the whole world began to spin rapidly.

They couldn't help but feel their mouths go dry.

Ah, ah, ah, one or two evolved into ruthless screaming machines, their minds blank, with only screams able to convey the surging emotions within.

Surrounded by the surge and frenzy, Anson seemed content. He stepped onto the red carpet, flashed a smile, and waved to the audience on both sides—

Ah!

Screams, out of control.

The next second, someone could be seen collapsing.

Anson was taken aback. Meeting such an unexpected situation in a crowded place was the worst. He quickly stepped forward to try to help.

Fortunately, the surrounding crowd was dense and unintentionally supported the person, preventing a fall.

Before a stampede could occur, the girl took a breath and woke up. She saw Anson close at hand and instantly turned into an emoji:

Eyes wide, mouth open, round eyes, round mouth, round face.

Then, "A…"

Silent scream.

Although there was no sound at all, one could hear the ecstatic scream from the depths of her soul.

This made Anson smile wryly. He opened his arms and politely asked, "May I give you a hug?"

Before he could finish asking, the girl suddenly threw herself into Anson's arms, hugging him tightly with all her strength, instantly lost in the moment.

It wasn't until the hug ended that two red blushes flew onto the girl's cheeks, and she looked at Anson shyly.

"Ah, ah, ah, Miles, I want to have your babies."

"Connor, look at me, Connor! Here!"

Cheers, screams, a frenzy.

At this moment, the popularity of the August 31st Band finally felt real. Compared to those chart numbers and Grammy nominations, it was more tangible, as if they could truly touch and feel the heat on their skin.

The entire Staples Center completely lost its mind.

It was a bit of a pity that Anson couldn't be seen on the Oscars red carpet this year, but everything was compensated for tonight. Having the Grammys was enough.

The overwhelming frenzy made the red carpet host look a little embarrassed.

CBS, which was responsible for the live broadcast tonight, naturally didn't want to miss the focus of the spotlight and intercepted the band on the red carpet as soon as possible.

However, the continuous screams and shouts made the interview particularly difficult, even earplugs were not enough to completely isolate the layers of noise from the scene.

The conversation was fragmented.

Slightly helpless, and also a little funny.

Then, the host noticed that the main spokesperson for the band tonight was actually Miles, which aroused her interest and she looked at Anson.

"You seem a little quiet tonight?"

Anson said calmly, "It's best for a layman to remain quiet."

Amidst a burst of laughter, the host once again focused on Anson. The live broadcast director behind CBS refused to miss this ratings booster.

The host looked Anson up and down, "May I ask, who is the designer of this outfit?"

Aside, Connor muttered with a confused look, "Anson's, who else's."

This scene was seen by the audience in the live broadcast, and the forums were filled with laughter.

Anson didn't hear Connor's吐槽, "Phew, I was just worried about how to bring this up. Hedi Slimane, this outfit is from Hedi Slimane. Very good, my mission is complete tonight."

The host smiled, "I thought your most important task tonight was the debut of the August 31st Band."

Anson looked like a hands-off shopkeeper, "My mission quota has been used up, the rest should be up to them."

After speaking, Anson also looked at his little partners with an expectant expression.

Miles and the others: ? ? ?

It wasn't until the laughter surged around them that they finally realized that Anson was relieving their pressure.

This is the Grammys, one of the highest stages in the music world, a peak that every musician dreams of but doesn't dare to dream of easily. Now it has become a reality, and that dreamlike feeling wraps around them like a bubble, unable to grasp the pull of gravity.

Now, suddenly, Anson dragged their feet back to the ground, and the sense of reality surged like a tide, instantly submerging them.

"Hey, you are our lead singer."

"Don't say it like it has nothing to do with you."

"What does it mean that the mission quota has been used up?"

Talking all at once, crackling, the three of them suddenly woke up, their facial muscles and language abilities returned to normal, and they finally stopped looking like robots.

Then, Anson looked innocently at the live broadcast camera and spread his hands, "You see the truth now, right?"

Lily: … …

Miles: … …

Connor followed Anson's line of sight, and the next second he patted his forehead, "Oops, I've been tricked."

But he didn't expect that because he was too nervous, he didn't control his strength, and there was a crisp "snap" sound, which was directly picked up by the microphone and exploded in the television speakers.

Connor blinked, staring blankly at the camera lens, his forehead slowly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The experienced host in front of him didn't know how to respond for a moment, but Anson didn't give any face and burst out laughing.

Hahaha!

In an instant, the frenzy that ignited the red carpet, collective laughter.