The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1237: Drumbeats
There is no doubt that this is an incredible scene——

During the performance, bands were formed one by one; staff members built the stage and changed the lights on site, deconstructing the entire performance in a live broadcast.

It's eye-opening!

At this moment, all the confusion and problems were answered. On August 31, the band performed in a simple and natural way, kicking off the second half of the 46th Grammy Awards.

The curtain falls.

Lights, dim.

And, Anson began to beat the guitar case again, a gentle but tenacious rhythm flowed, and he stood in front of the microphone and hummed softly.

“Ohhhh, ohhhh…”

The melody connects seamlessly and incredibly, entering the rhythm of "Long Live Life" again.

However, it was slightly different from what he expected. The stage lights gradually shrank and shrank, and finally focused on Anson, leaving only a small round light, covering Anson's head like an astronaut's helmet.

On a visual level, there was only Anson's head floating in the air.

This is really... incredible, with a minimalist approach but an incredible visual effect.

Finally, the lights went out, and the whole place fell into darkness. Only Anson's humming extended in the endless chaos, which made the Staples Center fall into silence. There was no sound or movement, and even breathing had disappeared.

But no one was distracted, their thoughts extended into the darkness, exploring the mystery and depth of the black hole, entering a subtle atmosphere from vision to hearing to touch, and everyone was immersed in their own world and slowly falling.

Snapped.

The lights come on again.

This time, there was only one lamp, which was placed on the ground at the forefront of the stage. It shone from bottom to top. The burgundy light projected Miles' figure onto the curtain behind, like a giant standing tall.

Myers played the cello, melodious and majestic. Different from the gentleness and tenacity before, at this moment a majestic momentum burst out. The roof of the Staples Center opened, and the stars fell down from the sky.

Then, one light went out and another came on.

This time, it's the keyboard.

Lily's figure was projected on the screen, sweating profusely but smiling, her fingertips dancing lightly on the black and white keys, and the smooth melody created a layer of ripples on the eardrums -

"Hear" those waves of light.

The melody turned into power, injected into the chest, and boiled in the blood.

Next, the bass.

Connor was so focused and immersed in the music, holding the guitar as if he was hugging his lover, leaning back slightly, using his whole body as support to hold up the bass, revealing a carefree and unrestrained posture.

The sound of the strings pulled my thoughts and slowly fell.

The red light rippled gently, gradually turning into blue.

The perfect combination of hearing and vision creates incredible sparks.

Finally, there is Anson.

In the projection of blue light, Anson hid behind the drum set, with bright lights flashing in his eyes, some cunning, some excited, and some bright.

Such Anson is strange, yet desirable.

The rapid and dense drum beats are like a shower falling on the banana leaves on a midsummer afternoon, venting with a mixture of heat and excitement. The scent of sunshine and soil permeates the air, but it does not make people afraid. Instead, they rush out eagerly, running barefoot through the raindrops.

Open your arms and dance.

Involuntarily and uncontrollably, the body jumped along with it.

Rub, rub, rub——

It's Miles.

The blue lights came on at the same time, and the figures of Anson and Miles were projected on the screen. The coordination between the cello and the drums was a little thin, but Anson and Miles had a tacit understanding, and both of them moved lightly, telling the story gently and delicately.

Anson's voice, singing in melody, following the steps of a minstrel.

"I once ruled the world, and the waves surged at my command. But now I appear alone at dawn, wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me." (Note 1)

Bass joins in, steady and heavy.

Keyboard, intersection, light and smooth.

One by one, in perfect harmony, the band members exchanged glances, looking at each other's embarrassment——

Sweating profusely and flushed face.

They were all soaked like drowned rats, but no one cared about it at the moment. They even completely forgot that the Staples Center was full of guests and that this was the stage for the Grammy Awards.

At some point, they enter a state of trance and everything becomes simple.

There was only each other, themselves and their instruments, the band and the music. They lost themselves in the performance, connecting their souls with their playing, and the notes flowed naturally from their hearts.

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Everything else doesn't matter anymore.

It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

"I once ruled over the lives of mortals. I savored the horror in the eyes of my mortal enemies and listened to the people singing and cheering: 'The old king is dead! The new king will live forever!'"

"At this moment, I hold the power meridian in my hands, but in a moment I realize that the palace walls are as deep as the sea, and I suddenly realize that my grand ambitions are nothing but an illusory mirage."

Nature, harmony, resonance.

Precisely because of this, notes collide with instruments, lyrics collide with melodies, and an incredible chemical reaction fills the air, and finally all condenses on Anson.

Time and space have all lost their meaning. They stand in the black hole of nothingness, looking back at the past and looking forward to the future. They are so small yet so grand, they are so empty yet so fulfilling. The warmth and strength of life are surging in their chests and can no longer be suppressed.

boom.

At the end of the roar, the instruments collided and Anson sang to his heart's content.

"Listen to the bells of Jerusalem, the songs of the Roman cavalry shake the mountains and seas, act as my mirror, sword and shield, and my missionaries stand outside the borders."

"There are reasons I cannot get over. Once you leave here, there will be no more harsh words. This is the era of my rule."

Ding ding ding, bang bang bang.

The sound of bells and drums intertwined, and goose bumps appeared all over my body involuntarily.

In the sight, one can clearly see the happiness and joy in Anson's eyes, without any cover or embellishment, and the sea of ​​stars is shining brightly in the depths of his pupils.

Following Anson's gaze, Miles and Connor exchanged glances, and the corners of their mouths both raised, and smiles bloomed naturally.

The cello and bass are intertwined, from gentle as water to surging, the collision of string sounds is entangled with each other, and the mellowness and passion, classical and modern collide to create a rich spark.

There was no singing, no voices, just pure instrumental performance, but it was this kind of performance that made the entire Staples Center excited.

Everyone was stunned, their mouths opened involuntarily, staring at the scene in amazement, bathing in the baptism of music and losing themselves.

Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom.

Drumbeat, entrance.

It was Anson, but he did not destroy the harmony. Instead, he joined Miles and Connor to strike the resonance of the soul.

Again and again, it traveled through time, broke through space, and hit the heart hard. A feeling that could not be described in words burst out instantly, and in the blink of an eye it swept through the mind. I completely lost the ability to resist and flew freely in this storm.

Note 1: Viva-la-Vida (Coldplay)

(End of this chapter)