From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The entire venue erupted, the whole Staples Center spinning at high speed. Not just the red carpet, but even inside the stadium, you could feel the frenzy.

A rolling heatwave, earth-shattering, the air was burning.

Even though people knew Anson's popularity, even though they were clear about August 31st Band's achievements last year, what was happening before their eyes was still unbelievable, even Luther Vandross, who had attended the Grammys multiple times, was filled with astonishment.

"I have never witnessed such a scene."

Bustling, clamorous, all topics revolved around Anson.

However.

The protagonist, standing at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of this, standing on the red carpet, still leisurely enjoying tonight's party.

Amidst thousands upon thousands of gazes, Anson stopped, turned, and strode forward.

Taking three steps as two, Anson quickly stepped forward, stopping in front of a man.

That man was about thirty years old, neatly dressed, in a shirt and sweater vest, with a bow tie and jacket, attending tonight's Grammy Awards in the highest style, even wearing a light gray bowler hat.

His clean face carried a hint of restraint and nervousness, but his gaze never left the members of August 31st Band, not just Anson.

Also Lily. Also, Connor. Also, Miles.

The expectation and joy sparkling in his eyes quietly narrated his admiration and respect.

"Is this... the 'Midsummer Midnight' vinyl record?"

Anson didn't hide his surprise.

Looking up, he could see the person in front of him nodding vigorously in affirmation.

Anson turned and waved repeatedly, "Come on, the vinyl record is here."

The three of them rushed over in a swarm, all crowding together, poking their heads out like moles.

The vinyl record was completely black, the cover a night sky, with a colorful galaxy flowing gently, and four blurred figures flashing by like shooting stars, each figure representing a different color, subtly illuminating the night sky.

Directly below, a row of elegant fonts read—

"Midsummer. Midnight."

"August 31st Band."

Anson couldn't contain his joy, looking up at the person in front of him.

"I heard it sold out on the first day of release. We didn't even manage to get a copy for ourselves, this is the first time I've seen the real thing."

The man in front of him was also filled with excitement, opening his mouth to say something, but unable to express himself, he gesticulated anxiously, but the vinyl record in his hand hindered his movements, making it difficult to express himself clearly.

Originally, Anson thought it was because the noise on site was too exaggerated, making it impossible to hear clearly and making conversation too difficult, coupled with the fans' excitement, making it impossible to accurately express himself; this wasn't the first or second time this had happened.

But Anson quickly realized that the situation was slightly different from what he had guessed.

The person in front of him might be a person with hearing or vocal cord impairments; he was trying hard to express himself with mouth movements, but only producing some vague syllables.

Anson flashed a smile and began to gesture in sign language.

"This is the first time I've seen the real thing, I heard it sold out on the first day."

In an instant, Anson could see the man's eyes light up.

… …

Archie-Fearn knew he was doing something stupid.

A disabled person with 30% hearing loss and unable to speak actually wanted to join in the fun at the Grammy Awards ceremony.

Disabled people like them face numerous challenges in their daily lives when going to crowded areas, let alone an occasion like the Grammys, which is like an ant throwing itself into the sea, throwing itself into the torrent.

How should they protect themselves in the crowd, how should they ask for help when accidents happen, and how should they integrate into the scene?

The wisest thing to do is to stay away from crowded areas, avoid causing trouble to others, and avoid hurting themselves.

Therefore, they always hide in dark corners, disappearing from people's sight. Not because they don't exist, but because it's an instinct to protect themselves.

But now, Archie was actually preparing to walk right into the trap?

His friends, who had all kinds of disabilities like him, were all advising him to think twice, as this was a very serious and risky challenge.

However, he still wanted to try.

He wanted to tell Anson face-to-face, not anything else, just a thank you.

Thank you, Anson, for creating those songs, thank you, Anson, for still believing in dreams, thank you, Anson, for still stubbornly and lonely persisting in meaningless things, thank you, Anson, for using music to light up a ray of light in their chaotic world.

Of course, not just Anson, but also the other members of August 31st Band.

Not just the music, but when the band toured the streets of Europe, exploring that land and exploring the possibilities of life step by step, even if no one paid attention or listened, they never gave up.

They might not know, but to Archie, this was the whole world.

He didn't want to cause trouble or inconvenience to anyone, and he didn't want to affect other people's mood to enjoy the party. He just wanted to convey his feelings to Anson and the band.

A little bit of insignificant feeling, but to him, it was the light that ignited the whole world—

In this vast and boundless world, he always stayed in his corner, silently cheering for Anson and the band, and also cheering for every soul trapped in the darkness, walking alone.

Despite hesitation, despite fear, despite struggle, he still hoped to give it a try.

So, Archie appeared, ignorant and dazed like a fool, a whole day in advance, foolishly occupying a position at the very front of the Staples Center, just hoping to grab a spot in the front row of the red carpet.

However, it wasn't until things were about to happen that Archie realized—

How should he tell Anson?

In the rolling torrent of the audience, he was like an ant, like a speck of dust, how should he convey his feelings to the band?

Archie was stunned and didn't know what to do, completely without a solution.

So, leave?

No.

Without a solution, Archie still refused to leave.

He just stubbornly stood in place, holding up the treasured vinyl record in his hand.

Just like August 31st Band, he believed that even if they couldn't hear his voice, as long as he was firm enough and strong enough, the power in his heart could be transmitted to the band.

Quietly, stubbornly, Archie held up that record.

The world was still noisy, but in Archie's ears, it wasn't noisy; those noises surged outside a cloud of light mist, and the heatwave and halo of light never approached.

Clearly standing in the crowd, Archie was like an alien, standing alone in place; he couldn't hear others, but others couldn't see him either.

Then, Anson appeared, coming face to face.