From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Involuntarily, from hesitation to determination, Scarlett gradually took her steps, put down the book on Sophocles, sat down at the piano, looked at the settings of the automatic piano, pressed the keys twice in a baby-like manner, and then the piano magically began to play automatically.

Scarlett couldn't hide her surprise, and she imitated Anson's actions, dancing lightly and joyfully on the black and white keys—

Randomly banging away.

The magical thing is that even though Scarlett was unreasonably playing randomly, the automatic piano was still able to play flowing music.

Scarlett couldn't help but open her mouth and smile, "I am also a piano genius!"

Anson smiled dumbly, returned to the piano, and made a gesture with his left palm down to slow down the tempo, "Too fast, the tempo is too fast, the emotion of the movement is completely destroyed."

However, Scarlett didn't know how to adjust it, unable to slow down the tempo, with a hint of panic in her eyes, staring at Anson with wide eyes.

Anson tried to take over, but soon found that it wouldn't work, so he covered Scarlett's fingertips with his palm to adjust the tempo and slow it down.

Turning to look at Scarlett, he patiently explained, "The joy is over, this part is no longer joyful."

As Anson had just said, the third movement was over, and the automatic piano had to continue forward, followed by the fourth movement, which was also the finale.

Generally, the finale of a symphony is the fastest and most magnificent movement, but the Pathétique Symphony is the opposite, extremely somber and dark, emphasizing the theme of pathos, and the sad melody is even more desolate with the accompaniment of the French horn.

The emotion became sad, bit by bit.

From bright to gloomy, the air also quietly changed.

Scarlett subconsciously looked up at Anson, and unexpectedly saw Anson's profile close at hand, startled, she hurriedly retracted her gaze, and quickly lowered her head, then saw the wide palm covering the back of her hand, slender and strong, tightly wrapping her palm.

At this time, many beats slower, Scarlett realized the temperature coming from her palm—

Almost scalding.

The next second, her cheeks also became hot, Scarlett quickly shook off his palm, quickly stood up, and gave the seat to the man.

Anson didn't ask, and handed the apple to Scarlett.

Scarlett took it, and after a brief shyness and panic, her eyes couldn't help but look at Anson again, joy and happiness quickly filling her chest.

A faint warmth came from her fingertips, almost burning her skin, but Scarlett couldn't help but curl her fingers, as if trying to grasp the slowly dissipating warmth, her heart beating wildly.

Before she had time to carefully savor it, her attention was already drawn into this wave of melody frenzy, using every cell to feel the color and power of the notes.

At this time, Scarlett could feel that Anson had completely slowed down the tempo, and the power had also become softer, all the noise and clamor slowly settling, inadvertently revealing a touch of peace, and a faint sadness flowing.

Now, she finally understood what Anson meant:

Different, it really is different.

The calmness after joy, the loneliness after noise, burst out a moving power, even the playing of the automatic piano can feel the contrast.

However, the calmed emotions slowly fell into sadness, not fear or pain, but just feeling the penetration of emotions in the vastness, and in a trance, she seemed to be integrated with the notes.

Quietly, just like that, immersed.

Knock knock!

"God, Scarlett, I finally found you."

The balance was broken.

The first knock on the door stirred up a little panic, as well as annoyance and regret; before she had time to calm down and sort it out, the second opening completely disrupted her thoughts, and gravity dragged her body back to the ground.

Scarlett quickly stood up straight to keep her distance, blinked her eyes in a panic, and before she had time to make a sound, the person had already stood at the door waving.

"Scarlett, hurry, there is someone outside who must be introduced to you, don't miss the opportunity."

Scarlett was trying to hide her emotional surge, and subconsciously took two steps forward, like an obedient puppet, her first reaction was to grab a rein to escape this ocean of notes, and then she reacted, turned to look at Anson and explained.

"This is my agent, I… uh, I need to leave."

Anson wasn't surprised, still sitting at the piano, he waved his hand to indicate, "Tonight was very pleasant."

A word made Scarlett's smile bloom, nodding repeatedly in agreement, "Me too."

Then, Scarlett didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly left the room, without realizing that her heart was flying high.

Following her agent out for a while, the agent babbled about the situation, but Scarlett was completely absent-minded, and didn't have any specific ideas, just distracted, immersed in a hazy emotion.

"Scarlett? Scarlett!"

Scarlett finally came back to her senses.

"What are you doing with a bitten apple? You shouldn't be seen eating anything, you should know that Hollywood doesn't allow such things."

Scarlett was stunned, glanced at the poor apple in her hand, and then realized what was going on, and couldn't help but smile dumbly.

After thinking about it, Scarlett looked around, and then deviated from the track to the side, placing the bitten apple on an ancient Roman pillar, like a display of art, and even carefully adjusted the position to make it look like a carefully arranged appearance—

She could even imagine that Anson's smile would definitely bloom when he saw this prank.

Taking two steps back, Scarlett followed her agent away contentedly.

A voice came from behind, "Wow, is this a sculpture? It's so special."

The wind carried those words, and Scarlett's mouth secretly turned up, and the pace of her continued progress also became lighter, a burst of joy and happiness.

On the other side, Anson stayed in the room leisurely for a while, enjoyed the automatic piano, and found some out-of-print rare books, before leaving, Anson left a note.

"Dear Mr. Robinov,

Now, elderly noble ladies are dancing around the room like a gust of wind, while daughters in veils are jumping and spinning in the licentious waltz music. The old line up in long lines, like a tide; the young are unrestrained, their limbs relaxed.

We are heartbroken to see that a vulgar dance from France has been introduced at the court ball, and the tradition we once took pride in is facing a severe challenge.

I am very sure and certain that this is a good thing."

Period.

Pressing it down with the score of "Pathétique Symphony", then, he strode away.

Fourth update.