The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1235: Soaring in the Wind
Everything finally unfolded before our eyes in an incredible way.

The stage is simple and rustic, even to the point of being crude, but it strips away all distractions, allowing the focus to be completely on the music.

Starting from Anson, to Miles joining, and then to Connor and Lily, although it is simple, it allows everyone to feel the addition of instruments and the changes in music, showing the charm of the band in this way.

Singing. Playing. Musical instruments.

The puzzle pieces come together one by one, and finally the whole stage is revealed. It's all about music and only about music.

It's eye-opening!

The process of artistic creation is vividly and experimentally performed before our eyes, and the vitality of the music and the band blooms bit by bit like flowers.

Ah, that’s it.

That's it!

Before the brain could react, the shock and impact had already stirred the depths of the soul, but there was no time to sigh as I was completely caught up in the storm.

However, Anson and Miles exchanged glances, and both of them pressed the strings of the guitar, and the melody disappeared.

Almost immediately, Connor's first bass string sounded.

Buzz buzz buzz...

One vibration, lingering aftertaste.

Anson, Miles and Lily exchanged glances, with smiles blooming in their eyes:

When practicing just now, Connor kept making the same mistakes over and over again, endlessly; now he performed it perfectly without any mistakes.

Sure enough, actual combat is the most important thing.

Directly in front, the camera captured the tacit cooperation between the band members for the first time. Although no one knew the meaning of those smiles, the chemical reaction between the eye contact was injected into the performance and finally became part of the notes, stirring up ripples in the air.

Connor is an exception.

Connor had no time to celebrate or cheer; he was completely focused and 100% immersed in the performance.

This is a fretless bass that requires absolute concentration and high control. Connor carefully feels the frequency of the strings and his heartbeat intertwining and colliding, and he is intoxicated.

During previous practice, Connor's focus was entirely on the rhythm, that is, the technique, and his mind was full of thoughts of "no mistakes, no mistakes", so he had no time to savor the melody and lyrics.

However, as soon as the performance began, from Anson to Miles, the emotions they poured into their performances quietly touched Connor's heartstrings.

He has always been an insignificant existence.

In the band, Bass was always ignored; after leaving New York, Lily and Miles continued to work in music-related jobs, but he was the only one who cowardly returned to his hometown, became a supermarket clerk, and completely gave up music.

In his life, in their musical dreams, he himself never seemed to be a particularly important existence.

But Anson told him that this was not the case.

Not words, but actions.

From "Hero" to "Long Live Life" to tonight's "Another Light", Anson has set up moments for Beth to shine alone, letting him stand under the spotlight and show Beth's charm.

Perhaps, people will never realize that the bass is the core of the band.

But it doesn’t matter, they always shine in the night sky in their own way.

Immerse. Focus.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes powerful, the deep and graceful bass travels through the air, depicting the framework and outline of the melody. It is inconspicuous, but it still firmly grasps the ears, dragging the entire Staples Center into the world of August 31st Band, witnessing the birth of a miracle. Guitar. Cello.

Different string sounds entwine around the bass and sound again, interweaving, circling, stirring and resonating, like an elf flapping its wings, stardust falling all over the sky, the insignificant little dust particles fill the entire night sky brilliantly and brightly, the faint and tiny light ignites the flame deep in the soul.

I couldn't help but feel the surge of emotion.

then.

The keyboard joins in, and the clear and cheerful sound of the keys still lingers around the bass, jumping, tumbling, gurgling; crashing, flying, and mercury pouring on the ground.

Everything revolves around Connor.

You look at me, I look at you, and the members of the August 31st band exchange glances with each other. There are no words, and no need for words. Smiles appear on the corners of their mouths again.

It's not joy or happiness, it's just a pure enjoyment. The corners of the mouth naturally rise up, injecting the warmth and brightness in the soul into the instrument, which finally turns into the sound of notes.

Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick.

Faster and faster, the whole world was spinning around the stage at high speed. The heart in my chest could no longer be controlled and rushed out.

Archie was stunned.

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My mind was blank as I stared at the big screen stupidly, dazedly, and blankly. My heart was agitated and tears were still hanging on my eyelashes without time to fall. Sadness and bitterness, pain and darkness were pulling at me in the depths of my soul.

However, at this moment, his blood started boiling and he couldn't help but want to run wildly -

Run wildly in the vast desert, on the boundless glacier, and in the dense and deep forest.

It was like going back to my childhood, carefree, just wanting to run, without any reason or purpose, running all the way, and as I ran, a smile crept up the corners of my mouth, and I laughed out loud, wantonly, heartily, and happily.

They grow in pain, become stronger in setbacks, and finally, their hearts bloom like flowers above the stubborn stones.

Amid the rushing and turbulent melody, Anson finally spoke again, but without any lyrics. He simply turned all his emotions into singing amid the roar of the performance.

Sing as much as you can and as loud as you can.

“Ohhh…Ahhh…Ohhhh…”

The pain, the scars, the struggles, were all vented out in the running and singing, unreservedly and nakedly showing the most primitive, simplest and most vulnerable self.

But he was not afraid.

On the contrary, those scars and those vulnerabilities are the reasons for his strength.

He will not retreat, he will not be afraid, and he will not surrender. Even if there is only the tiniest ray of light, he will quietly bloom in his own corner.

So, dear Archie, and the millions of wounded souls who are listening to August 31st, run, don't be afraid, run as much as you can.

Like it was the end of the world, like it was the first day of a brand new life.

“Ah, ahhhh…Ahhhh!”

It keeps rising, and continues to rise. All the energy deep in the soul is released at this moment, climbing one high note after another. The power that penetrates the sky, crosses the ocean, and overlooks the forest rushes from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. A tingling sensation explodes all over the body, and the heart surges uncontrollably. I am just immersed in the world of music, running wildly.

Goosebumps, screams.

Although his blood was boiling and he was clearly ready to make a move, he was pinned down on his chair and on the spot by the overwhelming force of the attack. He stared at the scene in amazement and let his world fall apart.

The entire Staples Center, inside and out, was caught up in this storm, and no one was exempt.

(End of this chapter)