From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Thump-thump, thump-thump——

Boom-boom, boom-boom.

Keyboard cuts in, drumbeats converge, light and cheerful, making people want to jump to the rhythm involuntarily, like a waterfall of sunlight cascading down.

Pat-pat, pat-pat.

Then, the guitar and bass join in, and not only that, Daniel and Tom also jump up and down, using their bodies to feel the rhythm of the notes.

At a glance, you can see four young people looking at each other, without tension or anxiety, without worry or restraint, temporarily放下包袱 (fang xia baofu - setting down burdens), completely immersed in the melody, their hearts colliding with the notes to create sparks.

The simple melody, the cheerful drumbeats, effortlessly allow the audience to feel the lightness and joy of the notes, involuntarily immersing themselves in it.

A smile creeps onto the corners of mouths.

Anson, his hands dance across the black and white keys, his body leaning slightly forward towards the microphone.

Beep!

The unprofessional microphone emits a piercing sound, causing Anson's features to completely wrinkle, but he doesn't panic, and a smile blooms on his lips.

“I like her style, unlike those ‘fashionable’ girls.” (Note 1)

Jumping, rhythm.

Anson's enunciation is very clean, even deliberately making the syllables short and abrupt, so that every pronunciation can collide with the notes, using his singing to match the rhythm, further enhancing the sense of punk liberation.

Fast. Jump. Bounce.

It's as if you can feel the elastic touch of the syllables, jumping on your heart.

“I like that she keeps her own colors, I think she has her own beauty.”

Bang-bang, bang-bang.

Suddenly, Anson's slender fingers pause on the black and white keys, he raises his head to look at his bandmates, the four of them exchange glances, the joy and excitement in their eyes faintly shining.

Like the myriad rays of light scattered on the Caribbean Sea.

Michael, is still that Michael——

Retro bowl cut, the look of a nerd, colorful candies scattered on the black and white keys, he looks like a teenager who hasn't grown up.

But Michael, is no longer that Michael, when he sits behind the keyboard, when he starts singing, he exudes a glow from his whole body, making it impossible to look away.

Bang!

Michael's hands land on the black and white keys, the colorful candies jump up, he can't help but nod gently and sing loudly into the microphone.

“She's-so-lovely!

She's-so-lovely!”

Shouting with all his might.

At this moment, Mia enters the scene.

Riding her electric scooter, her fluffy afro like a squirrel's tail, no one notices her quiet entrance; her attention is completely on her Mustang, and she doesn't notice Michael practicing with the band, the music is just background noise.

Mia, smoothly passes through the garage, heading straight for her ride.

Her eyes and heart are completely focused on the smog-blue Mustang parked in the next garage, as soon as it enters her sight, the smile on her lips completely blooms, unable to hide or control her joy and happiness.

Michael doesn't notice Mia, and Mia doesn't notice Michael either, the same space, two worlds, completely unrelated.

However, the melody and singing evolve into background music, naturally accompanying Mia's entrance.

Although Mia doesn't notice, it doesn't mean others don't.

Three girls sit on the sofa between the two garages, their bodies sinking deeply into the sponge, staring at Michael with infatuated eyes and shining eyes——

Unable to look away.

The girls can't help but open their mouths, to the point where you might suspect drool is about to flow down, and then they huddle together like moles.

“Oh, God.”

“He can fix cars, he can play guitar, he can play piano, he can compose, he can sing, and he also reads Woolf. He's so charming.”

“I thought it was just me, I really think he's so cute.”

“Ahhh!”

Prairie dog screams.

In the noisy music, the girls let out uncontrollable screams, looking at Michael sitting behind the keyboard, already undressing Michael with their eyes——

White T-shirt, with the word “creep” written on the left chest.

Sky blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows; paired with light blue jeans and dark blue canvas shoes.

The whole person looks clean and fresh, but you can see traces of oil on the cuffs and jeans, not at all sloppy, but with a different kind of charm, a completely different charm from the bowl-cut nerd temperament.

Unable to look away.

Those screams didn't disturb Michael, but they successfully disturbed Mia.

Mia looks over with a confused expression, and only then does she notice Michael practicing in the garage.

Michael is singing with all his might.

“She's a beauty, a ten, but she likes someone else, what a pity.”

“She doesn't know how beautiful she is, but that's what makes her even more beautiful.”

Mia is slightly stunned——

Who is Michael's lyrics about?

At this moment, Michael raises his eyes and inadvertently discovers Mia, across half the garage, Michael and Mia exchange a glance, and then you can see a shy smile creep onto Michael's lips.

“You don't know.

You don't know.

You don't know how beautiful you are.”

Mia, is stunned, why is Michael staring at her and continuing to sing.

Is this just a coincidence?

Is this just her wishful thinking?

It's all because of those three prairie dog screaming girls next door, who can't stop, that she has these inexplicable thoughts, obviously Michael's song is sung to those girl fans.

Yes, it must be like this.

“I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know how to forget it all.”

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

Annie tries to shift her gaze, trying to remind herself of the purpose of coming to the repair shop, but the cheerful melody and passionate drumbeats hit her chest hard one after another, inadvertently, her heartbeat is already out of rhythm.

Those melodies, those lyrics, every sound enters her ears, everything falls perfectly on her heart, gently rippling, completely disturbing her heart lake.

Annie herself didn't realize that, as if an invisible red thread was pulling her, she raised her head and looked over, and at a glance she could see Anson's eyes.

Clear. Bright. Deep.

That faint smile, looking over so focused and so boldly, suddenly concentrates on her heart, so that Annie involuntarily dodges her gaze, but before she can react, she immediately looks back again.

He, his hands flying on the black and white keyboard, the drumbeats and notes colliding together, like the collision of sunlight and waves, the hot but refreshing air rushes towards her face.

“I like the way she bites her lip.”

Annie can't help but bite her lip.

“I like her awkward and clumsy dance steps.”

Annie straightens her back slightly.

“I like the way she firmly attracts my attention.”

Annie subconsciously dodges her gaze.

“I like that she doesn't even know her own beauty.”

Time, stops at this moment, as if even the sunlight and breeze briefly pause, Annie and Anson, Mia and Michael's gazes intertwine, the world becomes quiet, everything else is no longer important.

The drumbeats, like fireworks, bloom in her mind, one, two, three, four, thousands upon thousands bloom at the same time, her entire brain falls into a roar.

Magnificent and grand.

Note 1: She’s-so-lovely – scouting-for-girls

Third update.