From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“More energy, guys!”

With a fierce and menacing look, he roared at the drummer, venting his frustration and anger on the innocent, indirectly scolding others, and even kicking the bass drum.

“Put your heart into playing that damn thing!”

A bloody aura, scalding and scorching, thick and humid, rushed towards them.

The drummer's movements completely froze, and not only him, but all the band members exchanged glances, they had never seen Johnny like this, like ants on a hot pot, gradually losing control.

Johnny noticed—

Ha.

The corners of his mouth turned up, a smile bloomed, Johnny watched the band members' panicked expressions, and a wicked pleasure arose.

Then, Johnny's peripheral vision quickly glanced at June Carter, with a provocative gesture; but after lightly landing on June Carter, before she could react, he immediately looked away, as if she were just an insignificant object, unable to bring any influence.

He rejected iron shackles, rejected zebra stripes, rejected yokes.

He was a free and unrestrained zebra, spinning and jumping, galloping wildly on the Serengeti plains.

Finally, June Carter raised her eyes and stared at Johnny, who was rushing back and forth and dancing ecstatically, a trace of worry and confusion in her eyes, watching Johnny with suspicion.

The situation before her was gradually getting out of control, like a hurricane passing through, no one could control it, but June Carter couldn't understand Johnny.

Was he happy or in pain, was he enjoying it or suffering?

Those contradictory emotions condensed on him, pulling and tearing, flickering, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, falling into madness, Johnny was immersed in his own thoughts, rampaging, bruised and battered, but laughing maniacally, his laughter completely breaking free from restraints.

He spun all the way to the right side of the stage, and then stumbled back, swaying.

Intermittent, stumbling, and because he didn't catch his breath in time, the singing became fragmented.

But Johnny didn't give up, completely immersed in the performance, revealing a stubbornness, his knees were still trembling, but his eyes were staring straight at the spotlight in front of him, as if he was engaged in a desperate fight with the light.

In the glaring light, his eyes began to turn red, and the world blurred and swayed in a halo.

“On Tuesday, I was chained.”

“On Wednesday, my trial…”

Wednesday, what happened on Wednesday?

His brain was a complete blank—

Terrible.

Anson, slightly flustered.

The lines seemed to be erased, his stomach was burning, his internal organs were on fire, and his entire brain was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, with nothing on it.

What to do?

If he forgot his lines, the show would be a disaster!

No, no, no, he could remember, he remembered his lines.

“Um, um, Thursday, um, um, um…”

The drumbeats and playing continued, like a high-speed train, there was no time to wait for him, it roared past, he hurriedly tried to keep up, but his blank brain couldn't squeeze out any words, and he could only hum and ha in agreement with the melody.

Anger! Annoyance! Depression!

He realized that this made him look embarrassed, especially embarrassed—

In front of June Carter.

June Carter saw his panic and bewilderment, June Carter saw his embarrassed and awkward side, June Carter would definitely see through his bluff and cowardice again.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Wait, he remembered, “…destroy me! I put on a prison uniform…”

It's back, the lines are back.

But why was the microphone stand fighting against him?

He was standing straight in place, like a green pine, but the microphone stand inexplicably fell towards him, as if it was ready to fight him to the death.

This damn microphone stand, regardless of the occasion, couldn't it see that he was trying to complete the performance? Couldn't it see that he was trying to show that he was unharmed? Couldn't it see that he was trying to avoid exposing his embarrassment and letting June Carter laugh at him?

Microphone stand, ha ha, even you came out to make trouble.

He raised his leg and kicked, reached out and broke it, he directly pushed down and broke the microphone stand—

Trying to break it.

However, obviously the microphone stand was not so easy to break, but instead injured his own right hand, and a burst of numb pain came from the bones of his forearm.

He couldn't help but grin.

Crap.

He threw the microphone stand out casually.

“Ah!”

The audience in the front row were dumbfounded, they were enjoying the performance, but they didn't expect to encounter a sudden disaster, the microphone stand flew down, although it landed in front of them, and didn't hit them, they still exclaimed.

These exclamations disturbed the peace.

He irritably and angrily raised his leg and kicked forward, and actually kicked and broke the floor-to-ceiling lighting at the very front of the stage, with a crackling sound, glass shards and sparks burst out instantly.

The audience in the front row were completely frightened and huddled into a shivering mass.

Piercing screams crashed into his eardrums.

However, his eardrums were filled with a roar, those sounds were neither sharp nor heavy, like sounds falling on the lake, he hid in the lake and looked up at the objects falling down with a crackling sound, feeling the power from the vibration of the lake, but it was not real after all, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

He showed a smile, waved to the front row of the stage, leaned out his body, “I'm okay, are you okay?”

His body, leaning forward, his center of gravity almost rushed out.

He quickly pulled back, stumbling back onto the stage, but startled the band members and June Carter behind him, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

June Carter?

He seemed to hear a familiar exclamation, he turned around, trying to find June Carter's figure in the crowd, he never thought that June Carter would care, would worry, so now June Carter was willing to worry about his safety?

Ridiculous.

However, he couldn't find her.

The world fell into a halo, all the faces were just a blurry halo, he couldn't see the features and expressions clearly, he couldn't even see the colors clearly.

His stomach was burning, rolling, he looked around for direction, trying to complete the positioning, but when his head shook, the world started running at high speed.

Wh… what's going on?

The world was spinning around in a circle like a merry-go-round.

“Stand still, Anson, stand still!”

He gave himself the order, straightened his knees, stood firm, put his hands obediently on the seams of his pants, bathed in the golden spotlight, and the world finally stopped spinning.

The next second, he plunged into darkness.