From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The woman in front of him was drooping her head, her eyelids lowered and her eyes blank. It was hard to tell if she was asleep or just not feeling well.

Even though Anson squatted down to maintain eye level and communicate face-to-face, the white-haired woman still didn't react and didn't notice Anson at all.

The man seemed a little anxious and gently patted the white-haired woman's shoulder.

"Mom. Mom!"

He called out twice, but there was no response.

He looked up at Anson, ashamed, his cheeks flushing red.

"Sorry, Anson, our flight was delayed, and we were up all night in Denver…"

Anson waved his hand, offering a kind smile, "Don't worry, I understand. I just wanted to express my gratitude."

"Just like last night's performance, we believe that everyone's existence is important. It's because of your existence that our music has power, otherwise, they would just be a pile of meaningless notes and syllables."

The man was too excited to control himself.

Standing to the side, Reese also glanced at Anson thoughtfully.

After asking for the other party's consent, Anson took the white-haired woman's hands and thanked her again, "Thank you for being willing to listen to our music."

Just as he was about to stand up, the white-haired woman sat up slightly, which made Anson freeze. The woman's mouth moved slightly as if she was about to say something, and Anson leaned closer to listen.

It wasn't words, but a melody.

The white-haired woman still seemed to be in a dream, her eyes seemingly unable to open, but her expression revealed a hint of peace and contentment, immersed in happiness, softly humming a melody, which was clearly "Another Light."

Although intermittent, although vague, there was no doubt it was "Another Light," weak but firm.

The corners of Anson's mouth turned up slightly, and he also began to hum along.

Patiently, attentively, sincerely, Anson continued to hum until the end, then flashed a big smile, "May I ask what song this is? It's beautiful."

Ha.

The white-haired woman chuckled, raised her head slightly, and winked at Anson.

Anson also winked back tacitly before finally standing up straight, looking at the man behind him whose hands were trembling with excitement, and glanced kindly at the suitcase next to him, "Are you looking for something? Do you need help?"

"The band's album… it's in the suitcase… I thought… but I can't find it no matter what…" The man scratched his head in frustration, his words still intermittent.

Anson immediately understood, pointing to the open side of the suitcase, a CD in the mesh pocket, "Is it that one?"

The man looked, "Ah, yes, that's it, that's it!"

In a flurry, the man took out the album from the mesh pocket, holding it with both hands, his cheeks flushed, looking at Anson awkwardly, unable to say a word for a long time, and just placed the album in front of Anson.

Anson's eyes formed two crescent moons, "May I have the honor of signing this album as a souvenir? Or do you prefer to keep the album clean?"

The man shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no, I would, I mean, could I trouble you to sign it? Please sign my album, I hope it won't disturb your schedule."

After that, Anson stood up and said goodbye to the man politely, joining Reese's group, and the group left the airport.

The man watched Anson's group leave, finally taking the album from his mother's arms and examining it carefully.

"To Ms. Anna with the beautiful singing voice,

You are important.

Yours, Anson Wood."

The man was stunned, turning his head again to look outside the airport gate, the car speeding away, the heart in his chest beating uncontrollably, almost bursting.

Until now, at this moment, he felt the soul of August 31st's music like never before, not just "Another Light," but also "Wake Me Up," "Ho Hey," "Viva la Vida," "Heroes," and so on, and the album "Midsummer Midnight"—

Every light is equally important, and it is these insignificant rays of light that come together to form the brilliance of August 31st's Midsummer Midnight.

In the car, Reese, who had been watching, seemed to fall into her own thoughts for a moment.

Anson apologized, "Sorry, I should have introduced you to them just now."

Reese came back to her senses, revealing a smile, "No, they didn't recognize your actor status either, did they? But, is that okay? After all, what we need to emphasize is your actor status, not the singer. Those old foxes in Hollywood probably don't want to see this."

Anson waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, they can't catch me anyway."

"No matter what I do, they don't like me. I'm just trying to keep them feeling uncomfortable. They clearly don't like me, but they can't do anything about it, and to save face, they have to smile on the surface."

"You know, if it were me, I might have just cursed back, but they can't. Even with internal injuries, they need to maintain their dignity and pride. I'm just using their face to my advantage, letting them know what I'm doing here, but they can't openly get angry."

Reese was stunned, not expecting this, and laughed out loud, "Ha. Hahaha. Anson, I always knew you were lawless, but I didn't expect you to be so bold. I think we might need to keep a little distance in the future. I don't want to get involved in your game."

Anson looked calm, "Madam, we still have a movie to collaborate on, are you sure we need to start keeping our distance now?"

Reese nodded seriously, "Wait a little longer, just a little longer."

This time it was Anson's turn to laugh loudly.

Reese's eyes were full of smiles, she thought for a moment, "Anson, can I ask you a question?"

Anson looked over.

Reese hesitated for a moment, but still voiced her confusion, "You just said that it's because of their existence that music has power, is that so? I always thought that performers should give music power."

"Of course," Anson nodded slightly, "The same song often has different power in the interpretation of different performers. Everyone's understanding, everyone's cognition, everyone's feelings, they give music its soul."

"Performers are important, very important."

"But I always believe that a performance without an audience is incomplete."

"The most beautiful and moving part of music is the resonance and inspiration between the performer and the listener, which is what makes music unique."