From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Spin, leap, sleepless night; dance gracefully until exhausted, feel the rhythm with your body, step on the beat with your feet, and let the notes bloom proudly in the endless universe, with dazzling starlight pouring down wantonly.

The world is drawn into a dazzling splendor.

In a trance, Joan Carter opened her arms and spun around in place, as sunlight, drizzle, and breeze fell down, landing in her embrace, her smile scattering in the melody like musical notes.

Until her steps stopped, her skirt was still flying.

Joan Carter faced the microphone again, her chest rising and falling, her breathing burning, and at this moment she realized that she was too excited and couldn't catch her breath.

However, she didn't care.

"Play Jukebox Blues, I've never heard such a rhythm, I've danced my shoes off."

Her breathing was slightly rapid, almost disrupting the rhythm, but she still managed to control herself, and at the moment she finished singing, she raised her arms high—

Tap. Tap. Twice.

She kicked off her shoes, tiptoed, and spun around, spinning freely in the melody, and the music became more and more passionate and cheerful.

The coolness of the guitar, the joy of the keyboard, the thickness of the bass, and the melodious sound of the cello collided and intertwined, like a sunny summer afternoon, with a torrential rain, accidentally missing the chance to avoid the rain, so she simply danced in the rain, letting her soul melt in the wet and warm rainstorm, and unconsciously, she seemed to no longer matter.

"My Jukebox Blues, oh, Jukebox Blues."

Laughter echoed in her chest.

Until exhausted.

Finally, the performance stopped, and Joan Carter's steps also stopped.

Her feet were almost unsteady, as if she was breaking free from the shackles of gravity, staggering and swaying.

However, she didn't care at all, just laughing wantonly and happily, raising her hands high again, her eyes full of light—

But for Miles and the others, there was no difference, because they were sleeping all the way, the three of them vaguely staggered across half of North America, but most of the time they were drowsy in dreamland, and they didn't even know where they were.

This is a job—

In fact, the band members don't know the details of the matter for the time being, what "Another Light" sparked heated discussions, what Apple and Warner Records urged them to record as soon as possible, etc., they only heard about it roughly, and they don't know the details, after all, everything happened too fast.

Can you imagine it?

At this time last night, they had just arrived at the Staples Center to prepare to walk the red carpet; tonight they are in a daze in a Memphis recording studio, half-dreaming and half-awake, and they don't even know what they are doing.

However, this job is evolving into a carnival.

Work is no longer work, performance is no longer performance, but an enjoyment, as if returning to the streets, performing simply because they like it, immersing themselves in the world of music, and feeling the resonance and excitement of the melody.

Happiness is actually not difficult, it's just that people often complicate things.

All eyes are focused on Anson, revolving around that figure.

Reese sang, jumped, and danced, as if a flame was burning in her chest. At one moment, she felt like Joan Carter, and at another moment, she felt like she was back in Reese's body. The line between illusion and reality became blurred in the world of music.

So, how did things start?

But is it important?

Not at all.

Enjoy yourself, revel wantonly, and let yourself get lost in the melody.

Thump, thump, her heart was pounding non-stop, but Reese's eyes could always clearly see that figure, that face, and the smile blooming in the light and shadow.

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

In a small corner of Memphis, music is taking flight.

Anson and his partners entered a working state, but for a while it was difficult to tell whether this was a music job or a movie job, maybe both.

The only thing that can be determined is that Reese is also soaking in the recording studio all day long, working with the August Thirty-First Band, which disappointed many people.

In fact, after learning that Anson needed to postpone entering the crew for a few days, even though Anson was in Memphis, there were still quite a few complaints from the "Walk the Line" crew—

No matter how good the excuse is, it cannot change the fact that Anson postponed entering the crew for music work.

But facing a big name like Anson, the crew members naturally did not dare to speak out, and director Mangold unconditionally licked Anson, saying good, good, good no matter what Anson said. They could only expect Reese to launch a confrontation.

After all, Reese is the only big name in the crew who can compete with Anson.

What was the result?

In just one afternoon, Reese had already defected. Not only did she not trigger a conflict and pull Anson back to the crew, but even Reese herself had fallen into the recording studio, and the crew could not see Reese's figure at all.

This forced some of the complaining crew members to shut their mouths obediently and wait for Anson and Reese to finish recording and return to the crew.

At the same time, those melon-eating crowds who were expecting infighting in the crew were also disappointed. A big show that was brewing had already ended before it even started.

The ripples in Memphis didn't even have time to stir up, and just a few bubbles popped up before returning to calm.

At the same time, Los Angeles is still a calm scene.

No one noticed Miles and the others' departure, and no one suspected Anson's move to Memphis. On the contrary, they vaguely revealed a hint of surprise—

Anson actually went to Memphis so simply and neatly, without any hesitation. He entered the "Walk the Line" crew directly the day after the Grammy Awards. It seems that he has no obsession with the Oscars at all.

Moreover, with a turn, Anson left the academy executives in Los Angeles to be judged and tortured. The more successful the Grammys, the more shame it will bring to them. In addition, Anson did not drag his feet at all, so that the academy's attempt to make up for its mistakes and save face did not have time to unfold.

Sure enough, ruthless enough, worthy of being Anson.

However, under the surface is an undercurrent surging, and invisible undercurrents are constantly surging, and the more calm it is, the more complex the matter becomes.

A player who didn't expect to play the game entered the game—

Apple?