From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Anson's nose twitched slightly with a hint of soreness—

He understood, he completely understood, the struggle of chasing dreams only to be forced to give up due to life's pressures, the tossing and turning in midnight dreams always carrying unwillingness and regret.

Looking out from the window in the deep night, searching for traces of youth, only to find endless darkness, forced to close his eyes with a mouth full of bitterness.

Until now, he had finally won a second life, a second chance.

If this was a dream, please only wake him when he reaches the end; he was willing to indulge once more, be foolish once more, be stubborn once more.

And this time, he would face the journey with a smile.

Before him, this brilliance and surging passion was like fiercely burning hot blood, surging in Anson's heart, replacing tears, his smile blooming freely.

Then, Anson also turned around, like an audience member, offering applause to Lily, Connor, and Miles, cheering for their courage and conviction.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

The applause escalated, a low rumble surging between the grand steel forest, hot blood surging, no longer able to be contained, emitting the most genuine and simplest sound from the depths of their hearts.

“Encore!”

Once.

“Encore!”

Again.

Just beginning, when the first person made the sound, others were still a bit surprised, but on second thought, this was exactly what they were thinking at this moment.

So, the sounds gradually gathered, and in the blink of an eye, it had already swept the entire venue.

Encore, it was actually an encore?

Anson was also stunned.

For him, this was also completely new.

In his previous life, he had never performed on stage.

He wasn't even sure if his music hobby, which he pursued sporadically, had the potential for development.

Today, he was just using his advanced awareness of popular trends to make some bold attempts with the cello as the core.

If it wasn't for the casual street performance, Anson probably wouldn't have stepped forward to give pointers.

However?

Involuntarily, Anson turned his head to look at the crowd, that one face after another, once cold and alienated, now filled with happiness and freedom, finally breaking free from their shackles, the walking dead seemed to have been re-endowed with life, just so wantonly and freely… briefly enjoying a moment of vitality.

“Encore!”

The whole venue, shouting.

Anson's mood also soared along with them, happiness overflowing in his chest, and then he also joined the ranks of the crowd, waving and cheering together.

“Encore.”

This sentence seemed to possess magic, a smile climbing onto the corner of his mouth, the world brightening up along with it, temporarily putting daily life aside, temporarily putting the "Spider-Man" audition aside, at this moment there was only music, simply enjoying the charm of music, loosening the shackles of the soul—

Embracing freedom.

The shouts, wave after wave, released a vast amount of energy.

The gazes of New York's streets gathered one after another, the crowd was still further expanding, becoming more and more bloated, more and more crowded, more and more crazy, becoming a rare sight, and some people even made a special trip to chase the hot spot, chase the trend, for fear of missing today's biggest hot spot in New York.

Blair had also forgotten herself, completely forgetting her initial purpose, completely immersed in the performance, pushing open the door to a new world.

So, this was Anson's true face?

From the fleeting glimpse on the TV screen to the thrilling experience in real life, breaking the shackles of the screen, Blair not only did not feel disappointed or disillusioned, but instead deeply fell into Anson's charm, completely and utterly captivated.

Standing in the surging tide of people, through the hazy tears, Blair stared at the band in front of her, unable to restrain the surging of her heart.

After slightly regaining her senses, she began searching for that figure again.

His existence seemed to be able to capture attention, but at this moment, Blair could not find him.

Could it be that he was swallowed by the crowd?

Blair was shocked.

But before she could search, Karen next to her grabbed Blair's arm and pulled hard, letting out a cry of surprise.

Blair reflexively grabbed Karen to prevent her from losing her balance and falling, barely gaining a foothold in the surging crowd.

“Blair, let’s leave!” Karen shouted in panic.

Blair was a little reluctant, “But Anson…”

Karen grabbed Blair's arm to barely stand firm, hastily explaining, “Anson just left.”

But now it was too late to explain, grabbing Blair's right hand, the two of them went against the current and left the crowd.

Phew!

Finally, the two of them squeezed out of the crowd, exchanging a glance with each other.

Before they had time to communicate, they noticed each other's embarrassment—

Both of them had red and swollen eyes, as if they had just been beaten by someone, the tear stains on their faces crisscrossing, it wouldn't be a problem to call it camouflage makeup.

Pfft.

Blair and Karen both laughed, mocking each other's embarrassment.

It was only half a beat later that they realized that the other was mocking themselves, and only then did they realize that they should take a look at their own situation.

Seeing themselves in the makeup mirror, they both let out a wail, but now they couldn't care less about touching up their makeup.

Looking up at her best friend again, Blair felt that this look was also quite good, it was a kind of memento, “I thought it was just me, I didn’t expect you to also…”

Karen spread her hands, “The on-site appeal was too strong, really too amazing, no one could be an exception.

When do you think Anson will hold a concert, I'll be the first to grab tickets, I think Madison Square Garden would be great…”

Blair stopped Karen in time, “Anson is an actor.”

Karen: ? ? ?

“Huh?”

Blair explained again, “Anson is an actor, he just won the Emmy Award for Best Guest Actor.”

Karen blinked her eyes, and then, screamed—

“Ah!”

If it were normal times, this should have scared the flowers and plants, but behind them was a surging wave of frenzy, naturally no one cared about Karen.

Blair revealed a satisfied smile, with a kind of smugness that the treasure she had discovered had been recognized by her best friend, but she didn't forget the important matter, “You said Anson left?

When?”

Karen also came back to her senses, but her wildly beating heart still couldn't calm down, “Before the encirclement further expanded, he quietly left.

I was just about to catch up, but I was squeezed by the crowd and couldn't move.”

Anson, left.

Silently, without saying hello to anyone, waving his sleeves without taking away a cloud, no applause, no cheers, and no solemn recognition, quietly turning around and leaving, leaving the stage to the three band members—

Originally, this was their stage, and at the same time, they also needed such a moment.

From the beginning, Anson said that he only needed the time of one song, not for the sake of performing, let alone for attracting the audience, but only to tell Miles, Connor, and Lily:

Persist a little bit more, be a little bit more courageous, and maybe things will be different.

However, Anson didn't think he had the right to persuade them, because he didn't know what had happened in their lives, he was just a passerby, so Anson didn't say a long-winded sermon of soul-stirring chicken soup, he just seized the last bit of time to complete the last performance.

Then, return the right to choose and decide, back to them.

Anson simply hoped that on the road of chasing dreams, there could be more like-minded people willing to persevere, even if it was just one more person.

First update.