From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Blair felt like she must have gone mad, crying and laughing in front of Anson, tears and snot mixed together, looking every bit like a lunatic.

God, she should leave here.

Immediately. Right now.

However, Anson's voice came from her ear, firmly tying her ankles to the spot.

He said, "I know."

Although they hadn't communicated, Anson knew that everyone had their own youth, and he had once thought that his long youth would never end, that he would never escape it.

Those troubles that seemed insignificant and unworthy of mention to others were like gently flowing water, slowly, slowly dragging him into the boundless depths of blue, and he could only stand quietly in place, slowly suffocating.

Yes, there weren't so many earth-shattering, grand events in life, but it was precisely those trivial, subtle, small pains that made people realize their own helplessness and weakness.

Until a certain moment, they realized they were not alone.

A simple "I know" easily shattered Blair's last line of defense.

Taking a deep breath, Blair mustered the courage to look up at Anson, whose blue eyes always held a smile, like the Mediterranean Sea sprinkled with golden sunlight, lazily surrounding her.

Her heart suddenly sank slowly, falling into that boundless blue.

Awkwardness seemed no longer important.

Blair's smile bloomed completely, crying and laughing, truly like a madwoman, but this time she gave up wiping away her tears, generously showing her disheveled state, "It's nice to meet you, Anson."

"Oh, God, I must look awful right now. I can't believe it."

Blair tried to cover her face, but after lowering her head and gently shaking it, she chose to give up, looking up at Anson again, only to crash into Anson's eyes, which were filled with a faint smile, sunlight rippling.

Then, Blair said generously, "Anson, can I have a hug?"

Anson didn't answer, but instead smiled and opened his arms towards Blair.

Blair cautiously approached, waiting for Anson's arms to surround her, a clean and refreshing scent, like dewdrops on a green pine in the morning, the golden dawn slowly scattering down, intoxicating.

Involuntarily, Blair closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in this warmth.

It turned out that happiness was truly within reach.

It turned out that dreams really existed.

Her heart was pounding non-stop, almost exploding, but happiness erupted like a volcano, making the whole world seem brighter.

It wasn't until her footsteps left the studio, much, much later, that she realized she seemed to have forgotten something:

Karen!

What about Karen?

Hurriedly stopping, she turned to look at the studio, trying to go back inside to find her friend, but unexpectedly, someone else appeared inside, a figure rushing out with open arms, filled with happiness in their eyes, expression, and movements.

Karen, "Ah!"

Blair, "Ah ah ah!"

No words, no dialogue, just screams, as if they had regressed into apes, but such shouts could also complete communication.

A pause, an exchange of glances, but they found it really difficult to find a way to express the thousands of words they wanted to say, but that joy and madness were so simple, so pure, and then they went crazy together again.

"Ah!"

Obviously, they were not alone.

Until Anson and the others left the studio, madness still surged under the California sun, and in their line of sight, they could see figures reluctant to leave, and they started screaming the moment they saw them—

For Connor and the others, this scene was really too unexpected, even a little frightening, hard to believe that just a recording of a show could bring such a change.

Looking left and right, Edgar's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Obviously, Edgar was still busy with the production team, paving the way for Anson.

Anson didn't have time to hesitate, calling his little partners to jog to the car, and sped away before being surrounded by enthusiastic fans and unable to escape.

The scene wasn't out of control, just a little bit of madness.

Panting, sweating profusely.

Sitting in the car, they looked at each other, and much, much later, they realized what had just happened, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Oh, God, what just happened?"

"I don't know, I don't know, damn it, I have no sense of reality right now."

"Someone just asked me for my autograph, and my brain just froze: Autograph? Are you sure?"

"So, did you sign it?"

"Yeah, I honestly signed my full name, it felt so weird, I always felt like I was signing a mortgage agreement."

"Hahaha."

Laughing and joking, a burst of laughter, the Aston Martin sped under the sun, golden light carrying laughter and happiness all the way past.

The laughter subsided slightly, but someone choked on their saliva because they laughed too hard, and couldn't help coughing violently, their face full of embarrassment, and as a result, they became the target of group ridicule, the entire car chattering noisily.

Although they were standing in the center of the world, shining brightly on the stage just now, but away from the stage, they were just a group of young people who liked music.

Happiness is so simple.

Anson sat in the driver's seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, sized it up, and an idea popped up, "Guys, how about we record an album together?"

The air froze slightly.

The other three people in the car were stunned.

The atmosphere, which was still cheerful and joyful a second ago, suddenly solidified, instantly plunging into an ice cellar, all eyes staring blankly at Anson.

The huge contrast, the sudden silence, caught Anson off guard.

Anson put his hands on the steering wheel, shrugged lightly, and made a face, "Hello, is anyone there? Looks like this is a bad idea."

Lily suddenly became anxious.

Looking at Miles, looking at Connor, Lily still couldn't control herself, "No, it's not... I mean, Anson, are you serious?"

"God, this is good news, of course, I, uh, at least I'm willing, but, Miles? Connor? Aren't you going to say something?"

"Anson, are you kidding me? I mean, this is just too good, Jesus Christ, I'm sweating right now."

Incoherent.

Although Lily still hadn't been able to organize her words, her attitude was already obvious—

Overjoyed.

Anson was serious, of course he was serious.

Whether it was an actor or a band, Anson had already made up his mind from the beginning that he didn't plan to waste his chance in this life, he would enjoy it to the fullest, he would run wild, the focus was not on the result, but on the participation.

He had said that he wanted to find his former self before the age of twenty-five, bit by bit, those flamboyant, unrestrained, absurd years.

Band?

Why not!