From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Conner. Lily. Miles.

One by one, they appeared, covered in dust, but there was no time for rest or respite, no greetings, no pauses, just a glance at Anson in the recording booth, and they understood each other, joining Anson and effortlessly taking their positions.

The recording booth suddenly became crowded.

Not only crowded, but also chaotic, filling the senses with complex signals.

Dizzying, disorienting.

However, the band members seemed at ease, unfazed by the chaos and noise, each busy with their own tasks, focused and dedicated.

In front, Anson continued to shape the strings, dedicatedly playing the melody.

Miles, who was the first to be ready, looked at Anson, patiently waiting and listening, seeking an opportunity to gently pluck the strings and join the performance—

Miles, holding a cello, did not use a bow, but plucked the strings with his fingertips.

The string sound was low and deep, like a drumbeat supporting the guitar melody, and the ethereal and lively notes quietly wrapped around both sides of the "drumbeat," branches seemed to grow freely in the melody, making the impact of emotions clear and concise, and scattered thoughts quietly gathered in the performance before them, floating up and down.

Then, it was Conner.

When Conner joined the performance, Miles changed his playing style, the addition of the bow returned the cello to the essence of string music, and the melodious and long string sound traveled between the guitar strings like a clear spring, forming a resonance of different voices with the low and deep string sound of the bass.

One instrument after another, showcasing individuality, highlighting color, completely different but complementing each other, harmoniously and lightly colliding with sparks.

Distinct layers.

The clamor and chaos gradually subsided, and the world became quiet again.

Everything seemed serene and grand.

Reese calmed down again.

She had always known that music was the resonance of different instruments colliding, but contemporary popular music increasingly used electronic synthesizers, so that relying solely on the ears often failed to accurately distinguish the colors of instruments.

However, the scene before her allowed the timbre and personality of the instruments to be displayed, unprecedentedly clear and distinct, the resonance and convergence of notes and notes, gathered into a trickle, stirring up a storm in the depths of the soul.

It turned out that singers not only needed to resonate with lyrics and melodies, but also needed to connect with the audience and instruments. Only by truly understanding the resonance behind the notes could they give the performance a fresh soul.

The principle seemed simple; but transforming from theoretical paper talk to something that one truly understood and applied was never easy.

In her sight, Anson was so focused and so enjoying himself, his whole mind was on it, and between the collisions of his fingertips and the strings, it seemed that she could see starlight flowing and venting, finally gathering at his feet into a sea of stars, quietly stirring, swaying, wandering, slowly free-falling from high in the sky, but without worrying about being smashed to pieces, but crashing into a splendid scene.

Not just Anson, everyone else was the same.

So, was this "Another Light"?

Reese did not watch the Grammys last night. Honestly, she was not interested.

But the aftermath of the awards ceremony was stirring, and the entire Hollywood knew about it, and even Memphis had heard the news, with rumors flying around.

However, Reese still did not pay too much attention—

That was the world of music, she was an actress, and she needed to stay focused.

Only now… Reese was a little unsure.

Anson still did not sing, no lyrics, no singing, only melody; but the instrumental performance could still feel the power of emotions and the layers of the song, showing the charm of the melody in its original simplicity.

So fragile yet so resilient, so sad yet so bright, so slow yet so surging, those contradictory words were perfectly blended together, grandly and magnificently immersing people in it.

Unable to extricate themselves.

When people talk about music, they often habitually think that it must include singing; but even now, symphonies still do not need to be accompanied by singing to create a heart-stirring effect, making people look up to them.

Moreover, music can cross languages and cultures, building bridges between different people, and its essence is not because of the lyrics or the singing, but because of the true feelings contained in the melody.

So, what role should a singer play when singing?

"Reese…"

Reese was immersed in her own thoughts, completely forgetting the passage of time, but was startled by the call, her focus shifting in a flurry.

It turned out to be the recording engineer, who gestured towards the front—

Anson was calling her with his eyes.

Her?

What did Anson want her for? Was there something he needed help with?

Reese looked around, her eyes blank, completely not understanding Anson.

In movies, a look seemed to be able to complete the exchange; but obviously it did not exist in real life, Reese watched Anson spread his hands.

Anson just laughed.

However, Anson did not explain, but looked at the band members.

The performance seamlessly switched, starting with Miles' cello.

Miles seemed a little excited, he stood up, put down the bow, and supported the cello with his shoulder, like playing a harp, and began to shape the strings with both hands.

Light, cheerful, with a typical swing style, making people want to dance, the performance had its own rhythm, and the feet seemed to be wearing the legendary red shoes, uncontrollably dancing.

Tap, touch the ground, jump, spin.

Even the notes jumped cheerfully.

Then, Anson and Lily exchanged a glance, and the guitar and keyboard sounded at the same time. You could clearly see their fingertips jumping lightly, dazzling, and the flowing melody bouncing on the heart.

Of course, there was also Conner.

It could be seen that Conner was particularly happy, holding the bass one step forward, swaying like a rock star, and the roar and thickness of the bass surprisingly became the protagonist, plucking the heartstrings of the audience.

Reese was stunned, completely stunned, unable to react for a moment:

This… this is Joan Carter's classic track "Juke-Box-Blues"!

A song that combines country and swing, the clear and lively sense of rhythm is the highlight.

The original version of Joan Carter highlights the presence of the guitar, relying on the bright and light playing of the guitar to emphasize the characteristics of the swing style; while Anson and his band used the string sound of the bass to create a deep and heavy rock rhythm style, but at the same time still retained the original lightness, making people want to dance along with the melody.

Dancing genes were stirring—

Anson smiled and invited Reese.