From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Originally, Jay Leno and Anson were just making a small joke. Whether the band members attended the "Spider-Man" premiere was not the point at all—

The point was that I am in you, and you are in me. Different discussion topics were completely intertwined.

However, Connor looked very serious, "Uh, I've taken a week off from the supermarket. I'm not sure if it's going to work. I need to confirm with the manager."

Laughter subsided sparsely, and the air suddenly became cold.

The entire studio was silent.

In front of the TV.

The supermarket manager was eating a sandwich when he suddenly choked and coughed violently: I… cough cough… I'm innocent.

Jay Leno raised his eyebrows and asked a key question that everyone was curious about, "Supermarket?"

Connor was not embarrassed, and nodded generously, "I'm working as a cashier at the supermarket. I'm also occasionally responsible for clearing inventory. This is my current job."

Jay Leno exclaimed, "Wow, so Anson wasn't kidding when he said there were two versions of the story?"

Anson spread his hands and looked at the sky, looking helpless. Where was the promised trust?

There was a low chuckle in the audience, but it quickly subsided.

Jay Leno continued, "So, what's your version of the story? Before that performance happened, before you and Anson met, what happened?"

Lily looked at Connor, and Connor looked at Miles. Their expressions were a bit strained.

Although time had passed and those memories seemed unable to cause harm, the fact was that the three of them were still scattered around the world, standing in the long tunnel of chasing dreams, looking for a ray of dawn.

The two-year interval did not bring earth-shattering changes.

This is the most cruel thing.

In the end, Miles was the most candid, calmly giving the answer.

"Actually, when Anson appeared, the band was on the verge of disbanding."

"We persisted for a long time, and tried many things, but there was never a way out."

"The reason why we ended the performance early that day was because another member chose to leave. He couldn't continue to persevere, and we had a dispute. That scene was not pretty."

"We tried to chase our dreams, but obviously, life taught us a good lesson first."

Miles was ultimately an honest person, and he described the ups and downs of the story as plainly as boiled water, without sentimentality or tears.

However, it was precisely this calmness that made it even more cruel and cold.

Seeing the atmosphere in the studio slowly settling down again, Jay Leno once again showed his brilliant ability.

"Anson, so you witnessed all of this?"

The line of sight fell on Anson.

Anson: Me? ? ?

Then Anson said, "Yes, I was quietly peeping at everything like Hermes, and then I stepped forward to steal the sacred cows belonging to Apollo."

Off the cuff, Anson and Jay Leno's call and response once again sparked sparks, and the atmosphere in the studio became cheerful again.

The topic was indeed a bit heavy, but the late-night talk show still had different display and dissection methods.

"In fact, this is the correct speculation."

"As I just said, that day I had just finished auditioning for a movie. I thought I performed well, but I also didn't know if I could get the role. Obviously, Hollywood doesn't believe in tears."

A small complaint once again made the studio chuckle.

"Then, I saw the street performance, saw that they boldly chose the cello, and also saw the desertedness and the plight of the band members who could no longer continue to persevere."

"I don't blame the person who left, because sticking to dreams is really not easy, but I think, I am willing to continue dreaming until the day someone wakes me up."

"The inspiration hit me at that moment."

Simple words, in Anson's light and breezy smile, have soul and color. At this time, recalling their performance just now, the words also have power, which is more shocking than any slogan or declaration.

Applause, thunderous.

This time, there was no cheering or whistling, just the purest and simplest applause, gathering little by little, bursting out with amazing energy, faintly shaking the entire studio.

Perhaps, "The Tonight Show" is not "The Oprah Winfrey Show" after all. The program does not take the sentimental and touching chicken soup route, but it does not mean that they dare not try to touch the bitterness and pain behind the humor—

In fact, the real high-level comedy is tragedy.

At this moment, it is like this, and no one can be an exception.

Clap clap clap, clap clap clap.

Like a tsunami, sweeping the audience.

"The Tonight Show" studio was once again a sensation. The program team hadn't seen such a grand occasion for a long time. No, to be precise, they should not remember the program recording ever appearing like this.

There was laughter, applause, commotion, and astonishment.

Ups and downs.

One or two people left their seats one after another, not going to the recording stage, but just tiptoeing to look over, curious about what was happening there.

In the lounge.

Ivan noticed Hayden's absent-mindedness, "Hayden, are you okay?"

Hayden's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, "I just have some discomfort in my stomach. I'll be fine with some fresh air."

Despite saying that, Hayden couldn't help but look again in the direction of the recording stage—

Although he didn't witness it on the scene and couldn't hear the sound, he had a feeling that those commotions and surges were all because of Anson.

With a slight pause, the focal point of the line of sight slowly晕开 in the air.

Surging,澎湃, burning.

Even if you experience it yourself, it is difficult to believe that this is the recording site of a talk show; but Hayden can't help but think that if it is Anson, everything is possible.

Jay Leno was no exception, and his line of sight fell on Anson again and again. This young man really brought surprises time and time again.

However, Jay Leno did not continue to ask Anson, but looked at Miles, "So, after your video caused a heated discussion on the forum, did those teammates who left come back?"

Miles: … …

The expression of this honest man was not good. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still couldn't hide the anger between his eyebrows, and his emotions surged.

He didn't want to speak, not because he couldn't but because he didn't want to. He didn't want to use those bad and ugly words to describe those people, because he was worried about dirtying his mouth. He disdained and didn't want to associate with those people.

Say he is naive, say he is stupid, say he is high above and doesn't know the suffering of the world, it doesn't matter, but he always thinks:

To be a person, you must have a bottom line.

If even the bottom line is gone, then it is an ant, then it is a hyena, even if you really achieve success, you can't hide the humbleness and dirt of the soul.

This is Miles' persistence.

So, Miles just raised his head and sat up straight, raising his chin proudly, but did not speak, which made the air slightly quiet.

The show had a brief one-second blank.