From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Passion was burning.

In plain sight, the August 31st band members were pouring out sweat, drenched and red-faced, as if they had just been fished out of water. That focus and immersion were unreservedly poured into the notes, continuously surging in the vast space, the rolling tide spreading out.

Surging,澎湃.

Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.

The drumbeats grew more and more majestic, more and more dense, the continuous roar crashing against the eardrums wave after wave, vibrating the chest cavity. An energy stirred deep within, seemingly ready to burst forth at any moment.

Little by little, it continued to climb.

Finally—

Boom.

Total detonation.

Suddenly, Anson stood up and threw the drumsticks in his hand backward. As the melody detonated, the blue lights focusing on the four band members swept across the entire venue like a vast wave.

In just three or five seconds, it engulfed the entire Staples Center.

And detonated.

The dazzling and gorgeous blue lights bloomed like fireworks, the lights fully lit, as if it were daytime.

Listen, Anson was singing.

“Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh…”

That was a roar, that was a call, that was a scream, that was a blossoming from the soul.

“Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh…”

The entire audience stood up.

Without exception, not a single one.

The energy deep within could finally no longer be suppressed, breaking free from its restraints and erupting in full force.

That was fervor, that was passion, that was hope and dream, that was the last bit of innocence and happiness hidden in the corner of everyone's heart.

At this moment, it was all ignited.

Archie was singing loudly.

Gloria was singing loudly.

But this time, they were no longer alone. Even if the audience in front of the TV was temporarily unable to keep up due to the delay, it didn't matter, because all the guests in the Staples Center joined their ranks, burning their souls and singing to their hearts' content, returning to the original and simplest selves without distinction.

Then, they sang to their hearts' content and jumped wildly.

The Staples Center was transformed into a burning ocean.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh.

Again and again, they sang out loud with all their strength.

This was a carnival.

Taking a step forward, Anson stood at the very front of the stage, raised his right hand high, and like a rabbit, hopped up and down in place.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh.

The audience was no exception either. After a brief period of chaos, everyone found the rhythm under Anson's guidance, abandoned reason, put down their reserve, and reveled wildly.

This was the magic of music.

Miles smiled, and Connor and Lily also smiled. The instruments in their hands were like treasures, shining brightly. The moonlight filling the sky converged into streams, gurgling in the performance of the instruments, then evolving into raging waves. The entire universe was spinning in their hands.

Then, Anson sang out loud again.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh…

“Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman cavalry choirs are singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field.”

The entire venue was a carnival.

Recorded in history!

At this moment, it had already broken away from the scope of the awards ceremony, and even the scope of the concert, truly returning to music and interpreting the charm of the performance.

Without high notes exploding, without emotional release, Anson finished singing, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the lights in the entire venue quickly retreated as if time was flowing backward—

All the lights disappeared, turning blue; the blue lights receded, refocusing on the stage; and finally, only four blue lights remained, focusing on the four members.

Moreover, at double speed.

In the blink of an eye, the halo reversed, leaving no time to react at all, creating an illusion of time reversal in a trance, falling into bewilderment.

Without the need for words, the chorus of the entire audience gradually stopped, their eyes following the flow of light, returning to the August 31st band after a circle, opening their mouths, and staring at the stage in astonishment—

Completely losing the ability to think.

From the moment Anson took the stage, they had been unable to keep up with the rhythm, and now they simply gave up thinking, staring blankly at the stage in front.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh.

Anson hummed again, turning his head to look at Lily.

Keyboard, disappeared, lights went out.

Turning his head again to look at Connor.

Bass, stopped, lights went out.

Finally looking at Miles.

Cello, came to an end, lights went out.

Thus, only a lonely and desolate blue light enveloped Anson's entire body.

As if standing at the end of time, he stood alone in place, without instruments, without performance, only a voice.

The simplest and most primitive music: sound.

Involuntarily, the entire venue quieted down.

Everything was silent.

Thousands upon thousands of gazes focused on the only focal point in the entire venue, listening intently.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh.

Anson hummed softly, so gentle and so light, but quietly hiding some sighs and bitterness in the tail of the sound—

People spend their entire lives searching for wealth, fame, power and glory, but only realize after the vicissitudes of life that everything is just an illusion, invisible and intangible. Even leaving one's mark in history is still light and weightless, ultimately just a drop in the ocean.

And the meaning of life, only oneself has the answer.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh.

Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh.

The singing gradually evolved into humming, the entire Staples Center only had Anson's voice, from the inside to the outside, everyone looked up and gazed at the figure bathed in light—

Worship.

However, Anson seemed completely unaware, with a bright smile still on the corner of his mouth.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

The end.

Anson took off the microphone, stretched out his right hand, and stared at the camera lens directly in front.

A smile, fully bloomed.

Without warning, he released his right hand, and the microphone fell in full view.

Pa.

The microphone smashed on the ground, making a buzzing sound, as if smashing on the hearts of the entire audience, involuntarily shrinking their shoulders, missing a heartbeat, but before they had time to react, the lights also went out.

The world plunged into nothingness.

Without sound, without light, everything was silent and plunged into endless darkness.

The performance was over?

Everyone looked at each other, but found that they could not see each other's eyes and expressions in the darkness where they could not see their fingers. The panic-stricken astonishment and shock continued to surge in their hearts. For a time, they completely lost the ability to react, standing there like wooden chickens, letting their thoughts continue to surge, spread, and spread in the endless darkness.

Then, it detonated.

Applause erupted in a tsunami, instantly bursting out with terrifying energy, sweeping the entire venue.

Note 1: Viva la Vida — Coldplay