From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Recording is a must.

The waves and impact created by the song "Another Light" and the Grammy Awards performance far exceeded expectations. Anson also understood that the meaning of this single had surpassed ordinary definitions, and he had no reason to miss the opportunity.

The film crew cannot be delayed either.

On the one hand, Anson didn't want to keep the crew waiting; on the other hand, they couldn't leave any loose ends that could be used as leverage to provoke the Academy.

The schedule conflict between the two was indeed tricky.

However, in such a predicament, Anson's experience and ability to handle trivial matters from his previous life were perfectly demonstrated—

Go to Memphis to record "Another Light" and invite Reese Witherspoon to visit the recording studio to observe and experience, helping Reese adapt to the role of June Carter.

On the surface, Anson went to Memphis to film "Walk the Line," everything proceeded in an orderly manner; secretly, Miles and the others covertly arrived in Memphis to complete the recording.

Two lines moving forward simultaneously, achieving multiple goals in one fell swoop.

Everything is confidential.

Whether it's the recording studio or the film crew, they are all trusted confidants, ensuring that no information is leaked.

However, Anson was clear-headed. He didn't expect that things could be kept strictly confidential, completely concealing everything from the Academy from beginning to end—

That's impossible.

The Academy mentioned here is not a single person, but a concept, a group of people scattered throughout Hollywood. There is no airtight wall in the world. What happened in Memphis will eventually reach Hollywood's ears. These things cannot be hidden in the dark forever.

Moreover, even if there is no leak, when "Another Light" is officially released online, the news will inevitably leak and cannot be kept secret.

The key is to have a "justifiable reason." As long as Anson makes a big show of entering the film crew under the witness of reporters, fulfilling his promise, and proving that he did indeed join the crew after the Grammys, isn't the rest up to Anson?

They can completely say that "Another Light" had already been recorded and completed before the Grammys.

Even if the Academy executives know the truth, the complex timeline and the unsubstantiated rumors can create divisions within the upper echelons.

Then, Anson can get away unscathed.

Thus.

Reese appeared, with great fanfare.

"Anson! Anson! Anson!"

Reese kept inciting the staff next to her to shout and cheer like crazy fans, for fear that the travelers coming in and out of the airport wouldn't know.

The surrounding staff had faces that read "Miserable wage slaves" and "Wage slaves are people too," and they howled weakly, making the scene very funny.

In the end, Reese was the most excited.

Anson couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "Reese, are you... a little too happy?"

Reese, "Happy, am I? No, no, no, it must be your illusion."

However, those lively eyes clearly wrote another meaning:

How can I miss the opportunity to tease those old fogeys at the Academy? You don't know, they call my character in 'Legally Blonde' Barbie, haha, let's see who's the Barbie now!

Obviously, Reese was seizing the opportunity to strike back.

"Anson, ah ah ah, the most handsome in the universe!"

Reese was imitating a crazy fan girl, screaming frantically, and even raising her heels, deliberately showing a shy look.

Placed next to the lifeless faces of the staff, the comedic effect was perfect.

Looking left and right, the travelers coming in and out of the airport seemed particularly calm, watching this scene as if they were enjoying a circus performance, the huge and stark contrast making one want to dig a hole and disappear immediately.

Last night, in Los Angeles, Anson was still standing on the stage of the Staples Center, enjoying cheers and applause.

Today, in Memphis, they were as unnoticed as a traveling circus.

Anson smiled wryly, spreading his hands, "I finally understand why Hollywood's most popular professionals are psychologists."

Reese widened her eyes, "Why?"

Anson, "One second you're surrounded by applause and cheers, as if you own the whole world; the next second you become a clown in their eyes. Facing the gazes of those who don't know you is already torment enough, but facing the silence of the deep night alone, that's the real torment."

"God, I'm starting to believe I might need a psychologist to put a band-aid on my heart."

"Haha." Reese laughed directly, "When you frankly admit this, you don't need a psychologist anymore, because those who seek psychologists often refuse to admit this."

"Like me."

Reese made a funny face, sticking out her tongue, with hilarious results.

Amidst the laughter and banter, under Reese's welcome, Anson successfully arrived in Memphis. A large group of people rushed forward to help, only to find that Anson only brought one suitcase. Reese's huge team couldn't help at all.

In the end, they even stole Noah's only job.

"That's my, uh, my job..."

Anson and Reese followed behind, walking and chatting.

Reese was complaining that Anson came empty-handed, not even bringing ten or eight suitcases to show off his superstar status. Fortunately, she had the foresight to bring more than thirty people to pick him up, just to make a show.

Then, not far away, someone cheered excitedly.

"Anson! Anson, ah ah ah ah ah!"

Anson looked over in the direction of the sound and waved.

As a result, that person went completely crazy, "Ah ah ah, ah ah ah."

Jumping, cheering, one could feel his joy and happiness without words, so much so that the other travelers in the hall also burst into laughter.

At this time, one or two people couldn't contain their excitement and waved at Anson.

Standing at the exit, a man was pushing a wheelchair, in which sat an elderly woman with white hair, looking to be over seventy years old.

The man's suitcase next to him was open, items and things scattered messily on the ground. He was frantically searching, occasionally looking up at Anson.

"Hey, hey... Anson, wait, please wait a moment."

Seeing Anson approaching, the man ignored his suitcase, stood up, pushed the wheelchair, and called out anxiously.

The crowded entourage in front formed a barrier, separating Anson from him, but Anson stopped and motioned for them to move aside.

The man didn't wait for Anson to approach and stammered, incoherently shouting.

"Anson, last night's performance... wonderful, brilliant, I mean I liked it so much, so did my mother, we were stuck in Denver all night, but we watched the whole performance, my mother can hear, really."

Going back and forth, he babbled for a long time without knowing what he was saying.

However, Anson understood and gave the man a smile.

"Thank you. I think Miles and the others will be especially happy to hear that."

His gaze finally fell on the white-haired woman.

Anson squatted down and earnestly looked into the woman's drooping eyes.

"Madam, hey, I'm the lead singer of the August 31st band. Thank you for enjoying our performance, it is undoubtedly our honor."