The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1229: Cloudy and foggy
Over the past five to six years, the music market has become increasingly unified. Rap, dance, and pop have dominated the market with a sweeping attitude, so that the living space of other music types has been completely squeezed. Not to mention folk, jazz, bluegrass, soul and other types, even rock has now declined.

Everyone laments that rock and roll is dead.

It is precisely because of this that all four major Grammy awards were given to Norah Jones last year, which was undoubtedly a feat and won round of applause.

However, even the Grammy Awards have been trying to find a balance in the face of the market trend. They have been slimming down in recent years, shortening the duration of the awards ceremony and reducing the number of award categories. In the past, there were always eye-catching treasures to be discovered in the Grammy-nominated works, but now there are fewer and fewer.

For niche music and independent music, the living space is shrinking.

What's worse is that musicians began to lose faith and hope in their persistence, and either all turned to pop and dance music, or were completely eliminated.

The music that once flourished and had distinct personalities is losing its edges, and the artistic spirit of innovation and exploration is also withering.

However, tonight, the band August 31st emerged as an alternative dark horse, with a trophy for Best Alternative Album highlighting their presence. Miles' passionate and exciting acceptance speech once again made the music creators present feel the weight of their dreams.

As Miles said, continue to believe in music and continue to believe in dreams. This is the only way for them to realize the meaning of life and ignite hope with their souls.

The thunderous applause could not be stopped.

Even after the band members left the stage, the heat wave still lingered in the Staples Center for a long time, and the whistles and cheers continued to rise.

Finally, the award ceremony ended peacefully. Higgins let out a long sigh, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.

Then, raising his head, Higgins looked at Anson and the others. Anson and the others also exchanged glances with each other, and with a lingering fear, they all burst into laughter.

Even now, I am still confused and bewildered. I still can't seem to be 100% sure what just happened.

After a hearty laugh, they exchanged glances with each other, and Connor couldn't help but ask.

"We...really won a prize?"

There was a strong suspicion and astonishment in his voice, with a sense of humor.

Miles held up the phonograph trophy in his hand. "It seems so now, but I hope they didn't give it out by mistake."

Then he looked at Anson again, and Miles' expression showed a little shyness. "Sorry, I thought everyone would have a chance to give a speech next..."

But unexpectedly, the award ceremony was rushed, and they were rushed off in such a hurry that Anson didn't even get a chance to speak.

Anson laughed heartily, "I like your speech. Did you prepare it in advance?"

Miles shook his head stiffly, "No."

Anson, "I know. But it is precisely such a heartfelt speech that is powerful, much better than those speeches that read out a list of names of people to thank."

Miles scratched his head, "Anson..."

Lily bumped Miles' shoulder, "Got it, we all knew it. You especially thanked Anson, but Connor and I didn't even say a word."

Obviously, this is a joke.

Miles looked extremely embarrassed, and he mumbled for a long time without uttering a single word.

Seeing Miles' expression, Anson and Lily burst out laughing.

Connor grabbed Miles's shoulder and said, "They're playing a trick on you, idiot."

Laughter exploded again.

Anson was particularly happy, not because Miles had just thanked him, but because they remained friends after returning from Europe. In just three years after entering Hollywood, Anson experienced the turmoil of fame and fortune.

There are people like Hayden Christensen, who until now no one knows what happened; there are people like Brad Renfro and Jake Gyllenhaal, who are constantly struggling between the gains and losses of fame and fortune.

But at the same time, there are people like Miles, Lily and Connor, who have experienced lows and hardships, faced the temptation of fame and fortune, but still stick to their original intentions in the twists and turns. Although they are eager for success, they have never lost their love for music and their dreams.

People often say that in the face of the cruelty of reality and the interests of the masses, everyone else succumbs, everyone is like this, society and life are so dark, and then they sell their souls with peace of mind and justify their own humbleness and ugliness.

However, precisely because life is like this, how we stick to ourselves and make choices in the face of cruel reality is the key to our success.

Anson was very glad that he took the first step towards the group of friends in front of him that afternoon in Manhattan.

Maybe, they have embarked on different paths, but it doesn't mean they are no longer friends.

It is precisely because of this that they should put a perfect end to tonight.

"Hey, we don't have time to waste, you don't want to mess up the show later, do you?"

Anson gave a big smile and reminded them, and the three of them immediately got angry.

"Ah, practice, practice!"

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"How could you forget about this, Connor? You have to practice harder."

"I know, I know. The situation is urgent. Let's hurry over there now."

"Dan, how much time do we have?"

"Ah, don't ask. We need to focus on practice and keep a good grasp of time."

Despite the panic and tension, no one complained and no one gave up. When Anson came up with an outrageous idea, they united without hesitation, worked together to immerse themselves in the music and moved forward side by side.

Higgins looked at the band members in astonishment as they ran back to the practice room; his brain couldn't keep up for a while.

The time to celebrate their Grammy trophy was so short that they didn't even have time to light a cigarette, and then they couldn't wait to get back to music.

The enthusiasm was so brilliant and charming.

Higgins himself did not realize that he inadvertently revealed a little yearning and envy. It turned out that there can still be a kind of purity in the world of Vanity Fair, it turned out that not everyone in the world of Vanity Fair is willing to go along with the crowd, it turned out that one can still believe in dreams in the cruel reality, and his emotions began to boil uncontrollably.

Now, Higgins finally understood a little bit what Anson and the others were doing.

On August 31, the band appeared briefly on stage and then disappeared. The guests at the Staples Center looked around but couldn't find Anson and his group. They vaguely sensed something was wrong and exchanged glances.

Things may not be that simple.

Outside the stadium, Gloria also noticed it.

"Are Anson and the others planning something?"

Archie was confused and looked at him inquiringly.

Gloria explained, "Anson's mind is always full of wonderful ideas, which bring surprises again and again, and it seems to be the same in front of us. Anson and his companions disappeared again, and the live broadcast camera never gave them a close-up of their seats, so..."

Archie still didn't understand what he should expect, but the light in his eyes began to surge involuntarily, and a kind of joy that was difficult to describe in words was breaking out.

(End of this chapter)