From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“Welcome!”

Clearly, Jay Leno didn't notice Hayden, nor did he realize that Hayden and Anson knew each other. He still habitually and naturally launched into the show.

Jay Leno didn't step forward, but he stood behind his dark brown wooden desk, extended his right hand, shook hands with each of the four people, and said loudly again, "Thank you for the performance just now. Let's give the band another round of applause."

The audience roared like a tsunami.

Blair finally found her "comfort zone." She could shout a name without any reservations or inhibitions.

“Anson! Ahhh!”

“Anson!”

That heart-wrenching scream, mixed in with the bustling roar, didn't seem out of place. She could freely shout out the wildest and boldest thoughts in her heart without worrying about shyness or embarrassment.

Turning her head, Blair saw Karen's helpless expression, but after exchanging a glance, they both laughed it off without a care.

Then, Blair shouted even more frantically and ecstatically, seizing the opportunity to pour out all her thoughts at once.

Miles had performed at Carnegie Hall, but the applause and curtain calls there were calm, polite, and warm. The cheers here were frenzied, flamboyant, and explosive. The oncoming wave of air lifted his heart into the sky, as if walking on clouds, lacking a sense of reality.

Surging, turbulent.

With great difficulty, Jay Leno finally controlled the situation, and the applause and screams subsided slightly—

“Anson, marry me!”

A scream exploded like a thunderclap from flat ground.

Whoosh.

The entire audience looked at Blair.

Blair was stunned, realizing what had happened a beat too late, her body stiffening: Oh, Jesus Christ, why are you doing this to me? Is this what they call bittersweet?

Whoosh.

The entire audience then looked at Anson.

Anson, who was about to sit down, turned his head and looked at Blair, "How much are your assets?"

One second, two seconds—

Explosive laughter.

A tsunami of laughter.

This joke had a backstory.

In 1996, at the Wimbledon Championships, Steffi Graf, the world's number one female singles player and arguably the greatest player of all time, was about to serve during a match. All the spectators had quieted down to ensure they wouldn't interfere with the players.

Anson cleverly borrowed Graf's classic line in response, his impromptu wit truly eye-opening.

The frenzy stirred up by the inspiring performance hadn't had time to completely subside, and now it was stirred up again by Anson's response.

Karen looked at Blair, whose cheeks were flushed, and whistled, teasingly, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The person involved was now full of regret.

Blair wanted to bury herself in a hole. She was just shouting something out randomly. Who knew that the noise on the scene would suddenly quiet down, exposing her? She had realized something was wrong and was about to stop, but the words had already rushed out. She really wanted to swallow her tongue.

But.

The whole place was whistling and cheering, incredibly lively.

Blair took a deep breath, simply straightened her chest, and mustered the courage to look at Anson, immediately seeing the slight upward curve of Anson's lips.

Instantly, her cheeks were flushed, almost hot enough to fry an egg.

Now, Blair's only consolation was that Anson didn't know her. Thank God!

Nearby, Jay Leno watched this scene, a hint of surprise in his eyes—

This was a talk show, a program focused on lightheartedness and humor.

Relying solely on the host's efforts often didn't make for a good show. Jay Leno also needed the guests' responses and cooperation to create sparks.

Anson's response was not only witty but also humorous.

Just moments ago, Jay Leno was amazed by the band's performance; now, he was pleasantly surprised by Anson.

It seemed that the upcoming recording might have some unexpected gains.

Amidst the commotion, Jay Leno also took the opportunity to joke, "Remember to earn more."

This sentence was clearly directed at Blair.

The whole place roared with laughter.

Blair was now in a state of hopeless resignation, lying flat and letting herself be mocked. Subconsciously, she raised her hand and made a finger-counting motion, like counting money.

Only a small portion of the audience saw this, but the effect was absolutely outstanding. The audience burst into laughter, the atmosphere incredibly lively.

Then, Jay Leno made an inviting gesture, asking the four young people to sit down on the four high stools to his right.

The seats had been arranged before the recording. Anson was closest to Jay Leno, followed by Lily, Miles, and Connor, in a line.

Hesitating slightly, Jay Leno revealed a puzzled expression.

“Wait, let me confirm, you still haven't released an album?”

This entry point?

Anson immediately understood Jay Leno's meaning and chuckled, "That's right, we haven't."

Sure enough. Jay Leno raised his hands, his face full of regret, "Can someone tell me, what's wrong with record companies these days? We need music like this."

Haha, the studio was filled with laughter and cheers, the atmosphere instantly heating up.

Seeing that Jay Leno had already taken control of the rhythm, he didn't expect Anson to add, "But that's also why we're able to be here, so I'm not complaining."

Jay Leno was a little surprised by Anson's reply, "Oh, why?"

Anson spread his hands, "An independent rock band, releasing an album? I don't think 'The Tonight Show' would be interested. The reason we're able to be here is because we haven't released an album yet, although the order is a bit chaotic, I really have nothing to complain about."

One second, two seconds…

Thunderous laughter.

Honestly, Blair was still a little shy and embarrassed, her heart pounding like a drum. The short three or five seconds were not enough to calm her down.

But she didn't expect that there was no need to calm down at all, her thoughts were immediately drawn back into the conversation. Anson seemed to have a kind of charm that could easily grab attention—

At least Blair's.

Blair couldn't help but think of the Emmy Awards ceremony. It was Anson's first major awards ceremony, but Anson still stole the spotlight.

It was the same now.

Blair didn't have time to think about the embarrassment just now, she was already amused by Anson's response, laughing as happily as the audience in the studio.

Karen's eyes were filled with disbelief, mouthing silently to Blair, "Oh, God, God, God."

Without needing to talk, Blair knew that Karen thought Anson was a musician—a handsome musician, and such geniuses were often unique and strange in personality, difficult for ordinary people to understand; but obviously, in just one opening, the stereotype in Karen's mind was overturned again.

Surprise, absolute surprise!