From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Reese froze.

Dumbfounded, speechless, she even forgot to show any expression, her eyes fixed on everything happening in front of her, but her brain and body couldn't keep up at all.

Anson…

Is that Anson?

The power conveyed by his eyes and expression… that wasn't acting.

Those pains and struggles, those torments and tortures, those despairs and helplessness, mixed and intertwined, pulling at his brow, the focus in his eyes scattered, as if one could clearly see his soul being torn apart, his world collapsing and disintegrating, bit by bit.

Inadvertently, their eyes met, a collision of gazes.

However, this time, she noticed him, but he didn't notice her; even though their eyes crossed, they couldn't connect because his gaze lacked focus.

That was just a shell, a husk, without a soul.

No Anson. No Johnny either.

Reese was briefly stunned, even losing the ability to think, everything paused, she wasn't sure what was happening in front of her or what was going on.

Then, she just watched him helplessly.

Unrestrained, falling apart.

In the midst of spinning and jumping, his body suddenly stiffened, freezing in place, golden spotlights shining down, outlining that tall and slender figure.

Finally, stiffly, he collapsed with a crash.

Hiss.

Reese gasped, her eyes wide, her mind blank, for a brief moment, countless frenzied, intense, scalding emotions exploded, the world completely quieted down, everything slowed down five times, ten times, she could even clearly see the process of him slowly falling.

It seemed she had never felt the force of gravity so clearly, pulling that body to the ground, but he seemed to have lost consciousness, losing the self-protective ability of a conditioned reflex, just collapsing straight down with a crash, pulling her heart into endless darkness.

Oh, oh…

Joan Carter's heart stopped beating, unable to think, just following her instincts, her body lunging forward.

"John!"

Joan Carter shouted, again and again, constantly, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, trying to be saved.

"Close the curtain, call a doctor!"

"John?"

"John!"

"Close the curtain immediately!"

"John…"

On the side stage, in a corner that the cameras and spotlights couldn't reach, everything that happened on stage was fully captured.

Nora completely forgot to breathe, subconsciously taking two steps forward.

Charles reflexively grabbed Nora's arm.

Nora didn't care who it was, raising her hand to slap away Charles's right hand, her heart uncontrollably rushing towards her youngest son, slowly falling into the darkness.

Charles struggled and was perplexed, but refused to let go, firmly grabbing Nora's arm, pulling Nora into his embrace.

Nora looked up at Charles, "Anson, Anson…"

She couldn't even organize her words, just calling Anson's name over and over, but behind the low voice, she couldn't hide the painful struggles:

Can't you see Anson's situation? Haven't you noticed Anson's abnormality? Lucas's concerns are real, things are happening.

Damn it!

Is filming a movie important at this time?

Her youngest son has lost consciousness, her youngest son has gone mad, all movies should get out of the way, only her Anson is the only thing that matters.

At this moment, she even forgot to breathe.

Joan Carter was the same.

Helplessly and desperately shouting, trying to pull the man in front of her from the embrace of death, but she immediately realized that her voice was so fragile and so powerless, drifting in the endless darkness, unable to exert any strength, which also plunged her into despair.

Not only Joan Carter, but the band members also quickly gathered.

But unlike Joan Carter, the band members who had been with Johnny for many years were slightly calmer, this situation didn't seem to be the first time.

"Here, look here, John!"

"Look at me, John, come back."

They shouted while slapping Johnny's cheeks, trying to wake Johnny up.

Then.

Johnny actually vaguely regained some consciousness, but his eyes still lacked focus, his gaze blank and erratic, wandering and floating in the darkness, covered in sweat, his whole body as if he had been fished out of a hot spring, wet and steaming, even his shirt collar was already soaked.

Johnny's eyes were wandering, searching, as if looking for the position of the North Star in the night sky, trying to identify the direction.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it.

The corners of Johnny's mouth rose in a strange arc, revealing a strange smile, like a child.

He he.

Laughter surged gently from the depths of his throat.

"Fortunately," he said, "I numbered my feathers to deal with such emergencies."

"He he. He he."

He was laughing, a kind of lightness, a kind of joy, a kind of… liberation.

At some moment, Anson seemed to be truly liberated.

Back to the moment of rebirth.

Closing his eyes and falling into darkness, he didn't understand what had happened, the surroundings were just an endless darkness, but he was always spinning at high speed, he wasn't sure what he should do next, just seeing a glimmer of light at the end of the darkness, subconsciously following the guidance of the light and running all the way.

Running and running, running faster and faster, throwing all the troubles and pains, all the struggles and torments behind him, even though that glimmer of light seemed out of reach, he was just trapped in the darkness doing useless work, constantly running like a hamster but always staying in place, it didn't seem to matter.

Because, he was finally free.

However, at the end of the run, he was caught off guard and crashed into that halo of light, panting, sweating, his whole body's blood flowing backwards.

Later, he saw a different world.

"John? John!"

"Doctor, quickly call a doctor."

"God, don't just stand there."

"John!"

The voices, reverberating from the distant shore, dragged Anson to the ground, the force of gravity pulling his heart became clear again.

His heartbeat reappeared.

Anson raised his head in a daze, seeing Reese's face full of worry at a glance, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, but Anson only found it funny.

Just as he was about to make a joke and tease her, another figure rushed over, like a tornado.

Anson's gaze shifted from Reese, looking at the face in front of him that was betraying emotions, "Lucas, you really look terrible like this."