From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Still no Anson or August Thirty-First Band.

Now, even the audience in front of the TV has noticed the anomaly, but still no one knows what happened. All kinds of guesses are raging in anticipation, and a sense of joy and curiosity is spreading inside and outside the Staples Center.

However, Higgins has no time to think about these things for the time being, focusing all his attention on the TV screen, staring at the envelope in Quentin Tarantino's hand—

“…August Thirty-First Band!”

Christina Aguilera's voice came from the microphone.

Total explosion.

Higgins shouted out like the starting gun of the Olympic 100-meter race.

“Go!”

Despite his reluctance, Higgins once again interrupted the August Thirty-First Band's practice. They had to go on stage to receive their second trophy.

Best Rock Group Award.

In the August Thirty-First Band's second Grammy nomination tonight, they defeated Radiohead, Train, Foo Fighters, and Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon, finally winning their second trophy of the night.

The band's practice didn't last long before it was interrupted again.

“It's over, it's over, Connor, you're 100% going to mess up later.”

“Lily, jinx, there's still time, okay? The focus now is that we won an award, can you believe it? This kind of thing is happening for the second time!”

“Connor, Connor! Be careful!”

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Anson and the others ran wildly through the backstage corridors, their laughter echoing boisterously in the busy space.

Behind them, Higgins shouted loudly, “Go, go, go!”

A series of “GOs”, even with a rhythm, clearing the way for the band.

Then, the dancers, staff, and award ceremony guests who were busy backstage all leaned towards both sides of the corridor, watching the members of the August Thirty-First Band running and laughing all the way, as if they could see the color of youth blooming proudly.

Having experienced it once, they now also realize what this represents.

So, people also clapped their hands and cheered loudly.

“Go! Go! Go!”

Anson was the first to raise his hands and start high-fiving the crowd on both sides, and then you could see the crowd raising their hands to join the ranks.

“Haha, we won an award, we won an award!”

That pure and simple joy exploded in their chests.

Everything was just like their street performances in Europe, without burden, without expectation, without worries, life was about music and only about music.

That happiness was infectious.

That director Quentin? So, is this the Grammys or the Oscars?

Tonight, in order to create buzz, the Grammys made all the presenters a combination of actors and singers. When the audience turned on the TV, everyone couldn't help but doubt their eyes.

Quentin laughed heartily and gave Anson a big hug, “Congratulations, congratulations!”

Anson didn't hide his astonishment, “I didn't expect to meet you here.”

Quentin patted Anson on the back, “I hope to have the opportunity to meet you elsewhere in the future.”

Anson shook his head seriously, “I'm too expensive, you can't afford me now.”

“Hahaha.” Quentin burst into laughter.

Christina, who was standing aside, looked a little embarrassed at this scene, holding the gramophone trophy in her hand, trying to present it to Anson but couldn't find a gap.

Fortunately, Lily saw this and helped to break the siege, friendly taking the gramophone trophy from Christina's hand.

Christina breathed a long sigh of relief and gave Lily a hug, “Thank God, I thought no one needed this trophy anymore.”

Lily couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Then, Lily turned around, trying to hand the trophy to Anson, but found that Anson and Miles had made way, and Connor had simply hid behind them. Anson made an inviting gesture, signaling Lily to come forward and give her acceptance speech.

Lily looked helpless, looking down at the trophy in her hand like a hot potato, a mix of complex emotions surged into her heart. Who could have imagined that they were almost completely saying goodbye to their musical dreams, but after a twist, they stood on the Grammy stage?

Lily refused to be sentimental, the smile on her face completely blooming.

Turning around, facing the entire audience, her chest was still heaving, her breathing was still burning, and she could even feel the hot sweat sliding down.

Lily raised her hands high, “We won an award!”

Cheering!

That unrestrained smile spilled through the microphone into every corner of the Staples Center, without pretense or concealment, successfully stirring up a burst of laughter on the scene.

“I once stood in the bathroom of a Brooklyn apartment imagining this moment. I held a shower gel bottle, stood in front of the dirty mirror and imagined myself thanking all the people who looked down on me after winning the award, and then the roommate who was blocked outside kept knocking on the door complaining that I was using the bathroom for too long, asking me to get out immediately.”

Haha, a burst of laughter.

Lily also didn't hide her smile.

“However, when I really stand here, I don't want to thank those who looked down on me. I want to say to every dreamer who is watching the awards ceremony in front of the TV.”

“Please continue to believe in dreams, please continue to be weird, don't be defeated by those haters, because life has many, many possibilities.”

“Maybe when you wake up tomorrow, you will meet someone like Anson Wood, who personally tells you that you should dare to dream, and then a year later, it will be your turn to stand on this stage and continue to spread the seeds of hope for dreams.”

Pa pa pa, pa pa pa!

In an instant, applause thundered throughout the audience, all the eyes that had been laughing at Anson all burst into laughter, but couldn't control their emotions and left their seats, standing up and applauding.

Sincere and humorous, excited and enthusiastic.

Without concealment, Lily vented all the surging heat and passion in her chest, and finally raised the trophy high with both hands.

Whirr, the cheers of the audience completely ignited enthusiasm and excitement.

Standing in the square at the entrance of the Staples Center, Archie couldn't control himself, raising his hands high and constantly jumping and dancing.

That was a kind of emotion, tearful emotions rushing in his chest, but evolving into a smile blooming proudly and brilliantly at the corner of his mouth.

They were crying and laughing, shouting and jumping, like a bunch of fools.

Who could be an exception?

Who could not like music, who could not support dreams, who could not cheer for the August Thirty-First Band? Who could refuse a night of dreams coming true?

Let's dance together, sing together, and let go of our burdens and lose ourselves tonight.