The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1228 Believe in Music
tear.

Breaking through the darkness, breaking through the light curtain, and finding oneself in a brilliant golden color, the whole world suddenly burst out with incredible energy and began to spin at high speed.

Just like Alice entering the rabbit hole, bizarre scenes burst out.

Dazzling. Overwhelming. The noise and heat wave are continuing to surge.

Obviously, this scene was something Anson had not expected.

Grammy?
It sounds like another world, a distant and strange world. Coming here tonight is to participate, to sightsee, to enjoy and to have an adventure.

However, now?

When he looked up, Anson saw the big smiling face of Matthew Perry.

After "Friends", the two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they didn't expect to meet again in such an occasion. Everything in front of them became more and more unreal.

Sure enough, in Hollywood, everything is full of magic.

Striding forward, Anson gave Matthew a hug and quipped with a grin, "Are you sure?"

Matthew slapped Anson on the back. "You better believe it's happening. Congratulations. Congratulations!"

Anson was still confused, not realizing it at all. "I still remember that this was a prank of yours."

Matthew spread his hands, "Chandler Bing doesn't have the guts to do that."

The two exchanged glances and laughed heartily.

Matthew made way, John Mayer took two steps forward, handed the phonograph trophy in his hand to Anson, and said congratulations in a slightly reserved manner.

It's more substantial than you thought.

Anson was slightly surprised and couldn't help but take a closer look. This was a golden trophy in the shape of a retro gramophone. The halo flowed quietly along the streamlined lines, and it seemed that he could feel the notes flowing in the colorful light accumulated over the years.

I couldn't help but feel my blood boiling.

Surprise, an absolute surprise. Even at this moment, feeling the weight of the trophy in my hand, it still doesn't feel real.

Anson turned to look at his friends and held out the trophy to Connor.

However, no one expected that Connor would actually take half a step back, as if he had seen a ferocious beast. His eyes were fixed on the trophy, and he looked at it quietly, still trying to figure out what was happening before his eyes.

Anson:?
Laughing dumbly.

Anson looked at Lily again. Lily did not refuse. She carefully took the trophy and looked at it carefully in her palm. But she turned around and handed it to Miles again. Her eyes were shining with excitement, joy, emotion and happiness. However, she was worried that everything in front of her was just a dream, so she took two steps back.

When Miles looked up, he saw that the three people had all made way for him, leaving him alone closest to the microphone.

Miles:…

Myers' first reaction was to give the trophy to Anson. He knew that people were eager to hear Anson's acceptance speech, but when he saw Anson's encouraging eyes, Myers hesitated for a moment, turned around, walked away, and stood in front of the microphone.

Lily was stunned and called out, "Miles", and subconsciously turned to look at Anson, asking with her eyes: Shouldn't you be the one giving the acceptance speech?
From any point of view, Anson should be the representative speaking at this moment. Who knows if this is the only chance for the August 31st band tonight? Not only the audience, but also the band members agree that Anson should be the representative.

But what about Miles?

Unexpectedly, Anson showed Lily a big smile, with a comfortable and complacent expression on his face, and looked at Miles.

To be honest, Anson had never expected that the band would win the award on August 31st; at the same time, Anson always believed that his thoughts and his feelings were all hidden in the performance, and those were feelings that contained more power than any words or any language.

As for what’s in front of us?

Anson has said too much, isn't it just right to leave the opportunity to Miles and the others? At this moment, Miles took a deep breath and mustered up his courage.

“I have a dream…”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the Staples Center erupted in laughter.

Is this a parody of Martin Luther King's famous speech?
Miles reacted a little bit late, and couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, sorry, not that great."

Amid the laughter, Miles was the only one who was focused and sincere.

“At the beginning, I just wanted people to realize how beautiful the cello is, that’s all.”

"However, this was obviously not an easy task. We encountered setbacks, we fell into a trough, and we had no choice but to give up. On that afternoon when we were ready to turn around and leave, Anson appeared in the streets of Manhattan, amid the hustle and bustle of people coming and going."

"Yes, I know. He played that song with us, just like a hero descending from the sky on a colorful cloud to save the world."

The Staples Center was silent except for Myers' voice. There were some well-intentioned chuckles in the room, but no one interrupted Myers' words.

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He was so focused and so sincere, and from his slightly trembling voice one could feel the power gushing out from the depths of his soul.

"Anson found a small entry point between classical music and pop music, connecting them with his soul, allowing us to return to the essence and melody, sing with our hearts, and interpret the charm of music."

“And then, magic happened.”

This is why Miles is willing to stand up——

They owed Anson a thank you.

But it was more than just "thank you", the emotion was far more than the warmth and power that thank you could carry. If Miles hadn't seized the opportunity in front of him, he was not sure if he had the courage to say it, nor was he sure if he could accurately convey that emotion.

The voice was trembling, but Miles never gave up.

"Tonight, we stand here, having come from the streets of Manhattan to the Staples Center in Los Angeles, from the depths of despair to the Grammys, to have a little dream moment of our own."

“Maybe, we are still outliers, but music is music. No matter how minority or outlier it is, it is the sound from the soul and passion.”

“I want to continue to believe in music, just like I believe in dreams.”

“Then each of us can enjoy being an outlier.”

"Thank you. And..." Thousands of words surged in my chest. I felt like I hadn't finished speaking, but I didn't know how to express it. Finally, I repeated it again in a panic and embarrassment, "Thank you."

Sincere, honest, and enthusiastic.

Miles took a deep breath, and tried his best to control his surging emotions, but still couldn't. In a short moment, all of them burst out. Miles quickly lowered his head, trying to cover himself up in a panic.

The next second, the whole audience burst into applause——

Clap clap, clap clap.

It continued to rise in volume, becoming more and more intense, and finally turned into a thunderous roar that engulfed the entire audience.

Miles turned around and looked behind him, just about to ask his friends if they were ready to speak, but he never expected that Anson would be the first to lead the applause. That bright look and that brilliant smile aroused the enthusiasm of the entire Staples Center.

Miles couldn't help but smile brightly through his tears.

(End of this chapter)