From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Roar, roar, roar.

The studio became noisy once again.

One after another, the audience stood up and applauded, offering praise to Anson and Jay Leno with practical actions, more sincere than any words.

The audience members present at the previous recording and this recording were two completely different groups.

Originally, before entering the studio, rumors from the departing audience circulated among those waiting in line at the entrance, learning that their recording subject was the "Star Wars: Episode II" crew, and one or two of them expressed envy and jealousy—

No one can resist "Star Wars."

Unfortunately, regret is regret; as audience members, they had no right to choose their recording session, everything was randomly selected by the program team.

Until the recording began, when they learned that the guests participating in the recording were an indie band, the sigh of disappointment became even more intense.

However, now?

No, no one envied the previous audience; to be more precise, envy might still be there, after all, it was "Star Wars," but at this moment, no one remembered that, their entire brain and chest were filled with joy and happiness, immersed in this moment.

Anson had also stood up and turned to extend his right hand towards Jay Leno.

Jay Leno was slightly stunned, then realized Anson's meaning, and chuckled, "The program recording isn't over yet, we can only declare it finished after your performance ends, we'll meet again in the dressing room later, isn't it too early to say goodbye now?"

"It's only at times like this that you can feel you're a rookie."

Rarely, the camera was no longer running, and Jay Leno was still joking.

Anson: …

Indeed, Anson really lacked experience, this was only his first talk show.

However, in his previous life, Anson had also heard about some program recording experiences.

In situations like this, many times the studio is cleared, leaving only necessary staff such as cameramen, lighting technicians, sound engineers, etc., while other program team members leave work early.

Leaving work is one reason; another important reason is that the singer/band's live performance may have errors, they need to record repeatedly, even more than once or twice, in such cases, there is no need for other unrelated personnel to stay and accompany the singer to work overtime, key personnel stay to accompany the singer to continue recording, until the singer is satisfied.

This approach has its advantages and disadvantages.

The disadvantage is that without the response of the live audience, the performance effect is inevitably lacking.

The advantage is that the singer can ensure that the version broadcasted on the program is one they are satisfied with, so that the broadcast effect of the program can be guaranteed to be the best.

Just now, Jay Leno specifically mentioned the possibility of "errors," so Anson naturally had such associations.

It seems… not so.

But Anson wasn't embarrassed either, looking down at his right hand suspended in mid-air without a response, he once again looked at Jay Leno with a sincere face.

"Sir, are you sure? Our level shouldn't be high enough to enter your dressing room, right?"

A clever counterattack.

Jay Leno immediately understood.

If it were a guest with a certain level, Jay Leno would often meet them backstage in advance; but clearly, before today's program recording, Jay Leno and Anson had not met.

Now, Anson was just teasing Jay Leno.

Jay Leno wasn't annoyed either, tilting his head slightly and saying frankly, "You're high level enough now."

Then, Jay Leno shook Anson's right hand.

The two exchanged a look and laughed together.

Jay Leno then added, "If we had met in advance, we might not have had such a recording effect, I like the effect created today."

Anson confidently replied, "Next time we meet, there will naturally be new sparks."

Jay Leno paused, and a smile fully bloomed on his lips, "We'll wait and see."

Right hand, released.

Anson turned and walked towards the small stage next to him, joining Lily and the others, starting to test instruments and prepare for the final performance.

In the studio, a subtle restlessness surged in the silence.

Precisely because they had appreciated "Wake Me Up" live, and precisely because they had experienced the entire program recording, they all knew that they could look forward to the upcoming performance.

No one could guess what kind of performance they would be watching next, but strangely, no matter what the performance was, it seemed worth appreciating.

Blair also quieted down, her gaze gently sweeping over—

Connor. Miles. Lily.

Finally, Anson.

In any case, Blair's gaze still fell on Anson.

Not long ago, Blair and the entire studio had appreciated "Wake Me Up" together, at that time she was also looking forward to it, because she knew what that performance was, a kind of pride, a kind of restlessness, a kind of elation; but now, it was still anticipation, but the emotion was completely different, completely calmed down.

Not a fading of passion, but a sedimentation into the blood.

Quietly, Blair watched Anson's profile, he was biting his guitar pick, testing the guitar string sounds, and coordinating with the other three people, single-minded and focused, as if the whole world was only him and his guitar, plus three little partners, life was so simple.

Then, at this moment, Blair could truly feel the charm of this man through that skin.

The skin will eventually age and eventually decay, after passing its peak, it will no longer attract attention, people always think that novelty is a man's privilege, but in fact, everyone likes novelty.

But charm does not.

Time may make the skin dull, but it can make the charm more and more radiant.

Thump. Thump.

Blair could clearly hear the sound of her heart beating, not intense or fierce, calm but powerful, at this moment she deeply realized:

She has fallen.

Adjustment didn't take too long, and soon it was ready.

Visibly, Lily and Connor were a little nervous, and Anson noticed it.

He turned to look at the three of them, "Hey. Look at me."

Gaze, all projected over.

"We look at each other, focus on the music, focus on the performance, this is our moment, understand?"

A slight pause.

"Then, let us revel together."

Between eye contact, a smile climbed to the corners of their mouths, involuntarily nodding slightly, and the wildly beating heart calmed down just like that.

Anson's gaze, one after another, looked over:

Lily. Miles. Finally, Connor.

Anson nodded gently, issuing instructions, Connor understood, took a deep breath—

At this time, the studio's gaze also followed Anson's gaze, only then did they notice that Connor was actually holding a fretless bass.

Actually!

Moreover, this performance, rare and valuable, started with a bass solo.

Like "Wake Me Up," it showed its difference from the very beginning.

Gently, Connor's fingertips had already plucked the strings, and the deep and melodious string sound rippled in layers.