From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

BPM, Beats Per Minute, as the name suggests, is a unit representing the total number of drum beats per minute. Electronic music relies on BPM values to describe the rhythm of different musical pieces.

In reality, BPM isn't exclusive to electronic music. Any music that incorporates drum beats has this metric, including blues, jazz, pop, and more. However, BPM is so central to electronic music that people often directly associate the two.

Actually, understanding BPM as analogous to a heartbeat allows you to feel the emotion and color of the music.

On the surface, it's a simple, unadorned, even rudimentary performance. Yet, it unknowingly captivates the mind. Before, during the jazz performance, no one even noticed the live music. But now, all eyes and attention have shifted, immediately drawn to the fluttering hands.

Turning the mundane into the magical.

Thump, thump, thump.

The heart, pounding against the eardrums, slowly becoming intoxicated.

And Anson's singing adds even more color, casual and free, unrestrained and light. Even with your eyes closed, you can hear the smile in his voice.

Like afternoon sunlight falling on the skin.

"…No more hesitation, I'm Yours."

“Mmm… mmm hmm hmm.”

Shade, grass, wildflowers, a small stream, an unintentional melody hummed from the nose, yet it makes the footsteps light and bouncy.

“So open your mind and see like me, open up your plans and damn you're free, look into your heart and you'll find that you're free."

A smile climbs onto the corner of the lips.

Everyone can hear the teasing in Anson's voice. They shouldn't hold back; they should not only discuss happiness but also boldly complain and rant, showing their truest and most original selves.

Because no matter what, love has already fallen.

Involuntarily, Kristen turns her head to look at Jack, the smile on her lips curving upward, exchanging a glance, only to immediately crash into Jack's deep eyes.

Anson's humming drifts over.

“Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love.”

Kristen is stunned.

Jack is also stunned.

Notes, dancing in the wind.

“Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing, we're just one big family, and It's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved…”

Poof.

Everyone in the coffee shop heard Anson's curse, "God-forsaken," but no one was angry. The playfulness in the melody was fully revealed.

Kristen and Jack are no exception. Their eyes meet, and they both laugh, a little shy, a little excited, ambiguity bubbling in the air.

Their gazes quickly break away, but they can't help but steal another glance, their peripheral vision accidentally colliding again, and Anson's singing drifts over.

“So I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm sure.”

“There's no need to complicate, our time is short, this is our fate, I'm yours.”

In an instant, a blush flies onto their cheeks, the misalignment and collision of heartbeats filling their chests with happiness. Kristen and Jack both withdraw their gazes, quietly raising their heads to look at Anson. Although there is no contact, the smiles on their lips curve upward in a similar arc.

Sitting in the spotlight, Anson can't clearly see the scene in front of him; everything is just a blurry outline. But he can notice Annie's gaze.

Warm and bright, like the North Star.

Teasing climbs onto the corner of Anson's lips, and he starts playing tricks like a juggler.

“You, oh, you you you… you you you…”

Free and cheerful, making strange sounds, incorporating rhythm and blues humming into the folk song. The singing travels freely between the notes, like the steps of a tap dance, dashingly stepping on the notes and soaring with the wind, making every audience member want to dance along.

Even if not dancing, at least with their fingertips—

Tap tap tap, fingers jumping on their knees, unable to stop their legs from shaking.

One, two, three, four, five.

Unbelievably, the attention of the entire coffee shop is focused there.

“You you you… would you be willing…”

Dazzling and gorgeous, free and unrestrained rhythm play, even the melody becomes a backdrop, like a high dive, plunging into the water, using the heart, the pulse, the soul to feel Anson's singing, melting little by little.

Then, a pause, the voice softens, like a whisper in the ear.

“Just a little closer.”

Ah!

The cells throughout the body can't help but scream, seemingly able to feel the temperature and breath of Anson's murmur in the ear from the breathy sound in the microphone, and countless stars light up at the same time.

Clearly indoors, clearly in New York—the bright and dazzling city lights have long pushed back the night, and even looking up, you can't see any stars.

But at this moment, in this instant, it seems like all the stars in the world have opened their eyes, moonlight flowing gently at their feet, the sound of the wind and Anson playing together.

Romantically intoxicating.

“And then I will whisper in your ear, I've been spending countless hours rehearsing in front of the mirror, and bending down to lean close to the mirror to confirm the shape of my mouth, but my breath blocks the mirror, so I draw a funny face and laugh heartily.”

“I guess the most perfect confession I want to say is, I want to run away with you from the glitzy compartment and stay together forever, that's our goal, stay together forever, each other's names are each other's perseverance.”

Flowing like clouds and water, done in one breath.

Again, a pause, Anson presses down on the strings, stops tapping the soundboard, no melody, no rhythm, nothing, falling into silence.

Anson raises his eyes, so bright and so deep, even the stars in the sky pale in comparison.

Anson gazes at Annie.

Annie gazes at Anson.

For that brief moment, the world becomes quiet, as if only the two of them are left, listening to the moonlight playing in the boundless night, the sound of the heart pounding against the chest becoming the drumbeat, and then they slowly fall, clearly a free fall, but so graceful that people forget themselves.

In an instant, a light boat has passed ten thousand mountains.

He, humming softly again.

“But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours.”

Beautifully intoxicating.

Slender fingers, dancing on the strings again, the graceful melody pouring into the hearts of the audience like a gentle stream, both warm and clear.

Happiness that words cannot describe.

The heart, just bursting open like fireworks.

Note 1: I'm Yours — Jason Mraz