From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"'Summer Midnight', August Thirty-First Band!"

Instinctively, Anson was about to stand up and applaud, but his movement paused slightly.

Wait, who?

And this time it was Album of the Year, the most prestigious award of the entire ceremony.

It all started with a chance encounter on the streets of Manhattan.

Indeed, life is full of surprises; they will encounter countless lows and setbacks, as well as countless unsolvable and unanswered problems.

But at the same time, life also has adventure, miracles, and dreams, to bravely explore different possibilities in the limited time of life.

All of this is so incredible, yet so... wonderful, just because of a brave attempt, an exploratory adventure, they pushed open the door to a whole new world, opening up the possibilities of life.

Happiness burst forth in his chest.

Suddenly, Anson stood up, not concealing his joy.

Looking around, Connor was stunned, Lily was trying to verify, and Miles's face was bewildered, the focus in his eyes completely shattered.

Confused, they couldn't believe what was happening.

"We, it's us!"

Anson hugged Miles, and then hugged Connor and Lily respectively, using the force of body-to-body contact to awaken them, to regain their balance.

Then, he stepped onto the stage —

Clap clap clap.

Clap clap clap!

Applause was gradually gathering.

You could clearly see the sparse figures in the Staples Center standing up like dominoes, faster and faster, more and more, and in the blink of an eye, all the guests stood up without exception, clapping their hands with all their might.

An upset?

Indeed, from a rational point of view, this was indeed an upset.

However, after a brief moment of astonishment and surprise, the overwhelming joy and happiness in their minds would not lie, showing their true reaction —

Having experienced the shock and impact of the opening performance of the second half, who could reject the August Thirty-First Band?

Pure and simple, sincere and passionate, innovative yet returning to the basics, boldly breaking the shackles while returning to the most essential form of music.

A pure heart gives music life.

Even now, long after the performance has ended, it is still easy to recall the resonance of those notes and drum beats intertwined in the mind.

Bang bang, bang bang bang!

The heart pounded hard against the chest, a kind of excitement and elation difficult to describe in words was constantly erupting, finally turning into applause, joining this carnival.

The August Thirty-First Band deserved it.

Miles and the others followed behind Anson, their steps shallow and deep as they stepped in the clouds, the overwhelming applause pouring down fervently and violently.

Strangely, a mixed clarity surged up.

Miles sobbed.

He thought he was calm enough, rational enough, and would not lose control.

However, he still failed.

Lily saw this scene, and burst out laughing, fiercely mocking Miles; but never expected that tears would also rise with the laughter, she慌慌张张地抹去脸颊之上的狼狈狂笑不止.

Connor looked worried: What to do, they both seem to be crazy.

In front, Anson had already stepped onto the stage amidst the cheers and applause of the audience, taking the fourth Grammy Award trophy from Carlos.

Anson gently exhaled, and looked up at Miles.

But he found that Miles and the other three had spontaneously stepped back, making way, each busy concealing their embarrassment, hanging their heads and standing side by side, like children who had done something wrong and were called to the principal's office.

Seeing this scene, Anson couldn't help but burst out laughing, his smile rising.

Anson understood what they meant, they had already had their shining moment, and now it was Anson's turn to stand under the spotlight and receive applause.

They all thought that Best New Artist was the last chance for the August Thirty-First Band tonight, but they never expected that there would be a twist and a sequel.

This opportunity belonged to Anson.

Anson did not refuse.

Turning around, he stepped forward, stopped in front of the microphone, and looked down at the Grammy Award trophy in his hand.

Although this was already the fourth one tonight, it seemed that he had only now calmed down to take a closer look, the trophy still seemed particularly unfamiliar.

The golden halo rotated in the horn of the gramophone, the heavy weight falling into his palm, the pull of gravity dragging his heart down slowly, using his whole body to feel the frenzy and surge of this moment.

The weight of this trophy was heavier than imagined.

Looking up at the front, all the guests remained standing, those eyes full of joy and excitement gathered in the golden light of the audience, a momentary illusion of standing in the center of the world.

From the Emmy Awards to the Grammy Awards, along the way, Anson did not expect this day to come.

The former was a cameo; the latter was an embellishment.

However, just like life, things done unintentionally often yield unexpected results, and those tasks that were done with a relaxed attitude and enjoyed the time to the fullest were the first to reap the harvest.

Happiness. Joy. These are the most important.

But it still didn't feel real.

"Carlos, Faith, I'm sorry, are you sure the award results are correct?"

A joke that made the audience roar with laughter.

Someone immediately booed below, "Reconfirm it", "Maybe they saw it wrong".

Anson heard it, and gently shrugged, "If it's an incorrectly awarded award, please confirm it as soon as possible, otherwise I refuse to return this trophy, no return."

Haha, hahaha.

Whistles, boos, cheers, one after another.

Along with that, the smile on Anson's lips also bloomed without reservation.

"It's a bit hard to believe that it all started with a chance encounter on the streets of Manhattan, a few young people who loved music and loved to play met, and then we decided to make some attempts and some challenges."

"Not because we believed that one day we would be able to stand on the stage of the Grammy Awards and receive those envious and jealous eyes..."

The audience burst into laughter!

"But because we believe in music, believe in the power and warmth of music, believe that music is a miracle, it can allow different souls to find resonance and spark, and finally produce different ripples."

"And then, it just happened."

"I believe we are not a minority, I believe that the audience watching the awards ceremony live on television at this moment - maybe not synchronously..."

Hahaha, hahaha.

Applause surged into the laughter like a flood, reverberating and roaring throughout the audience.

Anson should be the only guest tonight who exposed the delayed broadcast, right?

Standing in the backstage, Higgins couldn't help but pat his forehead, Anson was indeed Anson, still joking at the last moment, the voice of the live broadcast director roaring in his ears, but this time, Higgins took off his headphones —

The awards ceremony was already coming to an end, there was no need to be so tense all the way through.

Why so serious, right?