From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The words had barely left his mouth when Anson couldn't contain his excitement.

In a daze, he seemed to return to his pre-twenty-five-year-old self, unrestrained, wildly uninhibited, like Sun Wukong wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace, doing whatever he wanted, daring to act and take responsibility, his life blooming in the sunlight.

Lily was the same.

Originally sitting in the passenger seat, Lily now twisted her entire body around, seatbelt and all, looking at the two companions in the back, her eyes filled with urgency and longing, unable to suppress the surge of emotions.

"Record, Miles!"

"Connor? Say something!"

However.

Miles and Connor seemed stunned, unsure how to respond for a moment, their brains stopping, remaining silent.

Anson noticed.

He thought this was normal.

"I think you should seriously consider it. After all, it's just a small matter to me, but it's not to you."

Lily was taken aback. "Anson, what nonsense are you talking about? We have no choice right now."

"Miles, what's wrong? Don't you want to record a real record?"

"Connor, our dream, our dream is finally about to come true."

Anson had to raise his voice and call out, "Lily, we have plenty of time. This isn't a take-it-or-leave-it deal. You can calm down and think it over."

Lily looked nervous.

Anson chuckled, "If you're worried that I'll calm down and regret it, there's no need. As I said, it's a small matter to me, but not to you."

"Hey, think about it."

"I have a fallback. For now, my acting career is going well, and I don't need to worry about the next step. I don't care about the success or failure of the record. Even if no one cares about it, I can still continue living."

"Moreover, the media probably won't easily miss such news."

"What a hobby band, what a neglect of one's proper occupation, all kinds of rumors should be lively and endless, and even the release of the record will face many challenges."

"So, Lily."

"I'm sure of what I'm doing, but are you really sure?"

The air currents stirred slightly, and the car fell silent.

Hope is actually cruel.

Especially after lighting hope and then extinguishing it, touching the dawn and then disappearing, the process from hope to despair is the most terrible punishment.

Lily's joy and frenzy froze—

She thought it was good news. Anson was actually willing to form a band with them to record a record. They were finally ushering in a key turning point to realize their dreams.

After all, Anson is an actor, Anson is the soul of their two performances, Anson's talent has finally made their band spark, Anson is the key, everything depends on Anson's willingness.

But now that she calmed down, Lily understood what Anson meant.

Indeed, Anson doesn't need to pay any price, but they need to fly like moths to a flame.

But—

"I'm willing," Miles said.

All eyes gathered on Miles.

Miles's gaze lightly collided with Anson's in the rearview mirror.

"Anson, you are right; but you overlooked one of the most important facts."

"Without you, our dream would have already been shattered."

"We wandered the streets for so many years. We had ideals, creativity, and expertise, but we always lacked the chemical reaction to integrate everything, until your appearance."

"So, you used your talent to light a glimmer of hope for us. You are not dispensable, you are not just playing around, you are the soul of the band, and our only hope."

"If I refuse, I will betray my persistence all along."

"Since we have failed so many times, what does it matter if we fail one more time? After all, we are still young, and we can get up again after failing; in a few years, maybe we won't have the strength to do so."

"While we still have the strength, I want to try again."

Miles was rational and calm. His words were calm and unhurried, without any special ups and downs, completely different from when he was playing the cello, but the simple and unpretentious words were heavy, pressing heavily on his chest, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Lily's mouth twitched—

She admitted that she longed for such an opportunity, even if it meant being crushed to pieces; but the words came to her lips, but she couldn't bear to say them after all.

Because she realized that if she also agreed, all the pressure would fall on Connor.

They all knew what Connor had gone through, and she shouldn't and didn't have the right to force Connor to make a choice.

The words lingered on the tip of her tongue, and her eyes became difficult.

Connor noticed.

He looked up to meet everyone's scrutiny, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Lily, if you want to nod, you can nod. We all know how much you long for such an opportunity. You are the only one among us who has persisted, and you have never given up even if you are bruised and bloodied."

Lily's nose was slightly sour, "But…"

But, without Connor, things didn't seem complete.

Connor looked into the rearview mirror again, found Anson's gaze there, "I thought I had calmly accepted reality, but I was just deceiving myself. From the moment I chose to ask for leave to come to Los Angeles, I knew I had been deceiving myself."

"Give up?"

"Heh, even I don't believe it."

"Anson, is your band still missing a bassist?"

Lily covered her mouth all at once, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help but start to swirl.

Anson pondered for a moment, "In fact, we are still missing a drummer. Can you do it?"

Carriage:…

Miles quietly raised his hand, "I can try."

Connor, "Huh?"

Miles looked serious, "We can't add cello elements to every song. We need to show the characteristics of the band, that is, to make full use of the instruments, so we should boldly make different attempts."

Lily cautiously said, "I can play the banjo."

Connor, "Uh, actually, before becoming a bassist, I was a guitarist, just because no one in the band was willing to play the bass…"

"We've heard this story." Anson spat out a sentence, and everyone laughed.

Joyful, cheerful, impatient.

Has the dream come true like this?

The more it is, the more uneasy it is. Lily regained some reason, "If we record a record, what if no record company releases it?"

Anson slowly complained, "You will have to work like cows and horses to repay my debts. Hey, guys, I'm not doing charity."

"Wait, I thought you were responsible for paying the money, and you would get the bulk of the record revenue, so naturally one person needs to bear the risk, right?"

"Ah, crap, is it too late to regret it now? I thought working with you was to ensure a record company contract. I seem to have boarded a pirate ship."

Chattering, the car was full of joy, driving all the way to an unknown place.

No one can predict the future, but the future is fascinating precisely because of this.