From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"But, we've only practiced for a short time. What if we make a mistake?"

Lily wasn't sure, but Anson had a different idea.

"Exactly! We've only practiced for a short time. Isn't making mistakes inevitable? Or are you saying you want to go back and practice for ten days to half a month before coming back to perform?"

Haha.

Anson didn't lower his voice; not only that, but he even raised it. A burst of laughter came from the bustling surroundings, and even Connor couldn't help but laugh.

"If we make a mistake, then embrace it and flash a smile. Anyway, these passersby around us aren't stopping to watch a perfect performance, are they? Maybe those mistakes are the charm of street performances, allowing Wall Street elites to slightly let go of their own work errors."

Ha.

A wave of laughter erupted, and the atmosphere completely relaxed.

Lily was stunned, looking at the relaxed smiling faces of everyone present. Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly. She turned her head and saw Miles hurriedly suppressing the smile at the corner of his mouth, his face full of restraint. Even without him saying it, she knew Miles was blaming himself, but it wasn't Miles' fault at all.

How should she explain it?

Lily flashed a smile at Miles, and only then did she see Miles' expression relax. However, her mouth was full of bitterness, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

When Miles found Lily in the first place, Lily was ecstatic and immediately found her friends. They hit it off instantly, and one by one, they believed Miles had come up with a brilliant idea and actively applied to join, forming a band—

Six people.

Yes, this band started with six people, but two had left one after another this year. Just now, their lead singer seemed to have finally given up.

Miles didn't force anyone. Not being able to realize a dream shouldn't be blamed on Miles. Miles didn't need to pay for their failures.

Taking a deep breath, Lily cheered herself up again.

If this was the end, if this was the conclusion, at least they could show their smiles and rediscover the passion and enthusiasm they had at the beginning.

Then, say goodbye with a smile.

Blair couldn't control herself any longer. "Anson, ah ah ah!"

Anson looked over in the direction of the voice, surprised that someone recognized him. The corners of his mouth curved upwards. "Breathe. Please remember to breathe deeply."

Haha.

Another wave of laughter.

Blair felt like she was about to faint.

Unexpectedly, Karen, who was standing next to her, was also excited. She impulsively took out the portable camcorder she carried with her, turned on the lens, and aimed it at the group of young people in front of her.

The small commotion, with laughter and screams, finally attracted the attention of passersby again. Some people hesitated and stopped—

Could it be a superstar?

Indeed, New York is an incredibly busy city, where even lunchtime is a grab-and-go affair, and there's no time to stop for excitement. But at the same time, New York is also an extraordinarily dazzling city, where countless top superstars choose to perform, and there's never a lack of surprises.

Busy, it was still busy. But curious, it was also curious. Once one's focused world was invaded, their footsteps would stop.

The street was becoming more and more lively.

Anson's thoughts weren't interrupted, and he quickly pulled them back.

"So, to make the golden time everyone spends stopping here worthwhile, the performance will start now. I hope everyone can steal a moment of leisure from their busy daily lives and then continue back to handle multi-million dollar cases with light steps."

Again, a burst of laughter.

This time, there were even more whistles.

Anson turned to look at the three young people. Some were nervous, some were excited, different emotions intertwined. Then, he looked at each of them one by one.

A simple exchange of glances allowed the chaotic thoughts to settle down, refocusing on the performance.

A smile climbed onto the corner of his mouth.

"Are you ready to party together?"

Involuntarily, Lily and Connor exchanged a glance, and then both looked at Miles. A relaxed and happy smile returned to the faces of all three.

Miles nodded. He was ready.

Raising his head, Miles looked at Anson—

All around, there was noise, the sound of engines, the din, the sound of the subway intertwined. Even though the instruments were connected to the sound system, were they really sure?

Anson gave Miles a reassuring look.

Miles took a deep breath, straightened his back, opened his shoulders, struck a pose, and placed the bow on the strings, playing a melodious and clear tune.

The graceful and moving melody flowed like moonlight, but it wasn't any classical music. Instead, it was a smooth and simple chord progression, no different from the popular music that people were familiar with. This contrast stunned the crowd, some surprised, some delighted, but mostly full of question marks.

…What's going on?

The cello was still a cello, but the cello was no longer a cello. The cello in front of them was more like a guitar, displaying a deep and resonant melody, settling, falling, flowing deep within the heart. The soul could feel the slight vibrations of the strings, and goosebumps couldn't help but pop up.

At first, it was just curiosity.

Then.

A figure appeared. It was Lily.

Lily didn't stand behind the keyboard, but walked around the keyboard towards Miles.

Blair: ???

What?

No one could understand. This was the first time for such a band performance.

In the eyes of the entire audience, Lily came to Miles' side, standing to the right of the cello, reached out her hands, and began to pluck the rightmost string on the cello—

He!

Dong.

The plucked sound of the string wasn't clear, but slightly turbid and heavy. The plucked sound collided with Miles' bowed sound, actually creating a subtle sense of layering. The simple chord melody slowly became full. This should be the first time everyone had heard the plucked sound of a cello.

Wow.

Just as they were marveling, Connor also appeared, coming to the left side of the cello, placing his hands on the leftmost string of the cello, and plucking it together. The clear and crisp string sound completed the convergence, and the entire layer became more three-dimensional. One instrument had evolved into three instruments, merging into one.

Incredibly harmonious.

Admiration, surprise, astonishment, the onlookers simply couldn't believe their eyes—

This, is a cello?

However, this still wasn't everything.

Anson, entered the stage.

What?

What!

Actually, Anson was coming too?

So, where was Anson going to stand? The cello was already full, okay?

Amidst a burst of astonishment and exclamations, Anson's footsteps came to the front of the cello, and then he squatted down, spreading out his broad and slender hands, placing them on the panel at the very bottom of the cello body.

Blair's eyes widened, and a shocking thought popped into her head: No way? No way!

Before she could even think, Blair saw Anson's hands placed on the panel and the side panel at the bottom, using the wooden board as a drum surface, and just like that, he began to beat it.

The drumbeat, sounded!

First chapter.