From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The entire venue erupted in laughter, applause, and cheers, creating a lively atmosphere.

Jay Leno couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Not just newcomers, but even seasoned stand-up comedians who perform regularly might not be able to generate sparks in back-and-forth exchanges. Just like Natalie and Ivan earlier, the overall atmosphere was still a bit serious, especially Natalie, who hadn't fully adapted to the stand-up vibe.

But?

Hmm, interesting.

Jay Leno's gaze naturally fell on Anson. "So, you're the band leader?"

"No. I'm an intruder," Anson said calmly, gesturing to the three people next to him, drawing a clear line. "I'm a complete stranger to them."

A pause. "In fact, it's because of 'The Tonight Show' that we've had a second encounter."

"I know you have a lot of questions. In fact, I do too. So, let me sort out the whole story."

"This gentleman, uh, Anson Wood, happened to see these three band members performing on the street. He found it very interesting, so he decided to join them and play the song they just performed. This scene was filmed by an audience member, uploaded to the forum, and sparked widespread discussion. Finally, they came here."

In a few words, Jay Leno summarized the entire experience in the most concise way—

Full of legendary color.

Hoo!

Blair and Karen were the first to start heckling.

Jay Leno looked at the four of them. "Is that so?"

Miles obediently raised his hand.

Jay Leno laughed. "This isn't a seventh-grade classroom. You don't need to raise your hand to speak."

Amidst the laughter, Miles seemed a little restrained, but he still spoke clearly, word by word, "This song, 'Wake Me Up,' was entirely written by Anson, lyrics and music, all of it."

After speaking, Miles cautiously looked around, but his tone was firm. "This is a fact, I just wanted to emphasize it."

Jay Leno drooped his mouth, touching his signature big chin, his face full of contemplation—

His chin suffered from mandibular prognathism, which could have been cured by surgery, but he couldn't speak during the recuperation process, which he couldn't bear, so he gave up.

Now, this big chin has become his trademark.

"You're saying, Anson didn't know you at all, he showed up, spontaneously created a brand new song, you rehearsed it on the spot, then performed it, and finally caused a sensation?"

"Wow."

"It's already unbelievable enough, but…"

"Shut up."

"Shut up!"

Jay Leno heavily patted the table, repeatedly shaking his head to express his disbelief. His slightly exaggerated actions caused the studio audience to look at each other in astonishment and shock, and they couldn't help but applaud again, and even whistling could be heard.

The atmosphere calmed down a little, but soon became noisy again.

Blair and Karen were no exception.

They thought they had witnessed the entire process on the spot and had a good grasp of all the facts; but the reality was that they, like other audience members, had only seen the tip of the iceberg. It turned out that there was such a story behind the performance.

So, this is not just a surprise, but a miracle?

Involuntarily, they felt excited again.

Anson also imitated Miles' appearance, raising his right hand like a good little student.

The action immediately attracted Jay Leno's attention. He was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized that Anson was doing it on purpose, so he rolled his eyes, spread his hands, and looked helpless, "Okay."

He raised his hand to signal that Anson could speak.

Anson looked serious, "You told us to shut up, you didn't really mean it, did you?"

Otherwise, how would the stand-up show continue?

Explosive laughter, the whole audience burst into laughter.

Originally, Jay Leno was just expressing an emotion, but Anson "challenged" it, turning it into a joke. The focus of the topic was not on behind-the-scenes stories of the performance, but on teasing in line with the stand-up show's tone. The studio could no longer control itself, and all the laughter was genuine.

Jay Leno looked at Anson for another moment—

He wasn't angry. Why should he be angry? In fact, he greatly appreciated Anson. This was the correct way to do a stand-up show. Otherwise, relying solely on the host to perform a monkey show wouldn't be able to drive the atmosphere of the show. This was also one of the important reasons why he didn't like the summer blockbuster movie promotion bombardment.

Honestly, those big-name stars are boring one by one.

Obviously, God is fair, giving them handsome looks, but taking away their sense of humor; similarly, giving him unparalleled humor, but giving him a… big chin.

Jay Leno's mouth slightly curved upwards, "If I really meant it, would you really be willing to shut your mouth?"

This is, going head-to-head?

Anson spread his hands, his face full of smiles, his eyes bright.

And, not saying a word.

The atmosphere, slightly stiffened there.

As a result, Miles cautiously whispered, "Anson, Jay is asking you a question."

Haha, hahaha.

Laughter, a complete outburst.

Miles was confused, completely unaware of what the audience was laughing at, staring wide-eyed at the scene. Connor patted Miles' knee to indicate that he didn't need to worry, but Connor himself couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Jay Leno shook his head gently, both sighing and amused, "God, we really have unearthed a series of gems, right?" Then he turned to look in the direction of the director, "I said long ago not to interview independent bands. Look, an accident happened, I made a fool of myself. I'm really too difficult."

A self-deprecating remark, inadvertently teasing Anson and Miles, made the atmosphere at the scene incredibly joyful.

Then, Jay Leno retracted his gaze and looked at the four people again.

"So, you're not worried about making mistakes?"

"That's right, you can speak, and you don't need to raise your hand. God, this isn't kindergarten."

"What I mean is," the laughter from the studio forced Jay Leno to pause, "Anson spontaneously completed the creation on the spot, which is the song just now, right? I know nothing about music, but I can feel it, it's not easy, so, spontaneous creation, spontaneous rehearsal, spontaneous performance?"

"Is this possible?"

Originally, Anson was preparing to open his mouth to answer; somewhat unexpectedly, Lily took the initiative to answer—

Sure enough, this once again proved that they were not familiar at all and had no tacit understanding.

However, Anson reacted quickly. Just as he opened his mouth, he heard Lily's voice, and then maintained the slightly open-mouthed posture, quietly staring straight ahead, as if in slow motion replay, slowly closing his mouth, which was the same principle as tiptoeing, minimizing his presence as much as possible to avoid stealing attention.

A small portion of the audience noticed Anson's unadorned real reaction, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but slightly curve upwards.

Lily didn't notice this. Obviously, she had something to say, and she was very firm, "Of course. We're worried about making mistakes."

"In fact, during the performance just now, when I first stepped forward to pluck the cello strings, I pressed the wrong string with my thumb, causing a note to be wrong."

"That was a very obvious mistake, I think no one should be able to ignore it."

So that's how it was.

Lily… still couldn't get over it.

In fact, the entire performance only had that one mistake, and everything else was perfect. The audience didn't lose their immersion because of the small mistake at the beginning. In Anson's opinion, Lily didn't need to take it to heart; however, Lily still couldn't get past that hurdle and took the initiative to admit it.