The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1240 Serial Attack
at last!

Finally, my thoughts came back, but the surging emotions in my mind could not find an outlet. At the end of the shock and impact, I barely found an instinctive reaction and subconsciously clapped my hands to release the energy.

Clap clap, clap clap.

The applause was thunderous, from zero to a hundred, reaching the extreme in one second, and exploding completely.

Then, the lights finally came on at Staples Center—

The stage is empty.

There was no Anson, no Miles, Lily, or Connor, not even any musical instruments.

It took me a full beat to react. The live lights had changed position and were now aimed at the secondary stage, diverting people's attention from the main stage. This is the most basic and simplest rule of live television broadcasts.

However, their frozen brains forgot this fact.

But when I turned around and looked at the main stage, the same thing happened. All the band members had disappeared. If the band was not still there, it would almost make people think that nothing had happened and it was just a dream.

So, was that a dream?

What on earth had they just witnessed? What on earth had they just experienced?
Like a dream, confusing.

The whole person was suspended in mid-air, unable to grasp the center of gravity or find balance, in a fog, half asleep and half awake, with a feeling of passion, emotion, magic and excitement filling the entire chest, but unable to find an accurate way to express it. Just like that, I was foolishly trapped in the impact and lost the ability to react.

So, all they could do was high-five.

Use the simplest, most primitive, yet most direct and sincere way to express all the emotions surging from the depths of your soul.

Once upon a time, they had all forgotten the original intention and essence of music, and gradually lost themselves in the glamour of fame and fortune. They were just like zombies bathing in applause and cheers, thinking they were at the top of the world, but couldn't help questioning themselves.

Why is happiness becoming increasingly difficult? Why is joy becoming increasingly scarce? Why is desire becoming increasingly unsatisfactory?

Also, why is music and performance no longer joyful?
Until tonight. Until this moment.

In the dusty corners of my heart, something breaks out, dispels the darkness and lights up the world.

Then, I couldn't control it anymore.

It's getting more and more frenzied and more and more violent.

The applause was thunderous and lingered for a long time, stirring the whole audience. Even though the August 31st band was no longer on the stage, no one could stop.

Everyone stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

Roaring, surging, and spreading out mightily.

Rushing all the way to the backstage, Anson felt exhausted. All his energy and spirit were released without reservation, leaving him with a sense of emptiness.

My knees were weak and I almost couldn't stand, but the happiness and joy I felt could not be replaced by anything.

Turning around, Anson looked at his bandmates, opened his arms, and cheered ecstatically.

"We did it, hey guys, we did it!"

Ahhhh, ahhhh.

They screamed like groundhogs, and Connor excitedly hugged his friends one by one, ignoring the disgust on Lily and Miles' faces. But after the hug, Connor's eyes suddenly turned red without warning, and he stood there like a lost child, silently wiping his tears.

They jumped, cheered and raised their arms, so happy and unrestrained, even happier than winning a Grammy.

Everything is so simple.

On the side, Higgins was on full alert, trying to remind the band members that they should go change into their stage costumes and then return to their seats in the audience.

However, the words kept coming to my lips but I couldn't utter them.

Looking at this scene, Higgins was deeply moved. It seemed as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his chest. Thousands of words came up, but he couldn't find the right way to express them.

Then Higgins saw Anson let out a long, drawn-out breath, his hands and knees shaking, and he could hardly stand.

It turns out that Anson was also nervous, but he was just trying to hide it. It turns out that even standing at the top of the Hollywood pyramid and winning two Grammy trophies tonight, Anson would still be nervous about a performance.

It turns out that after venting all his emotions thoroughly, Anson felt exhausted, relieved, and his true feelings could be revealed.

Anson seemed to notice Higgins's gaze and looked up.

Their eyes met.

"Shh." Anson put his finger on his lips and smiled.

Higgins was stunned and couldn't help but smile.

Before Higgins could respond, there was a commotion behind him.

Clap clap, clap clap.

Turning around, I saw the dancers, singers and staff standing backstage, all standing on both sides of the corridor, applauding the August 31st band.

Those performances were not only dedicated to Archie, but also expressed their inner voices.

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The applause continued from the front to the backstage.

When Connor saw this scene, he could no longer control himself. Tears burst out and he quickly turned around, covering his face with his hands to hide himself.

However, Anson did not hesitate. He opened his arms, high-fived the people on both sides of the corridor, and ran.

That brilliant and fresh breath swept through like a tornado, and no one was exempt from it from the front stage to the backstage.

The same goes for Archie and Gloria.

Laugh out loud, cry out loud, vent and party to your heart's content until you are exhausted, then look at each other's embarrassment and laugh out loud.

In the past, Archie always heard people say that if you like a singer, you must go to his concert, because the music heard on the tape is different from the performance at the concert, the feeling and impact are completely different, so don't leave any regrets.

Archie didn't understand or comprehend it.

He was not prepared to go to the concert, after all, he was a disabled person.

But now, Archie has a wish, a small wish. He wants to watch a concert. He wants to stand there and feel the power of music.

If it was a concert by the band on August 31st, it would be perfect.

Looking up and staring at the live broadcast screen, Archie made a silent wish.

The applause was continuous and thunderous, with an energy so great that it seemed as if there was no end. It lasted for three minutes, three minutes that felt like thirty years.

As the applause finally died down, the second half of the Grammy Awards ceremony slowly began, and the awards had to continue to be presented.

However, no one expected that outside the Staples Center, there would be another huge wave of air, and the majestic and surging energy would soar into the sky.

what happened?

Even Archie, who had lost his hearing, felt this energy and turned to look over.

boom. Boom boom boom.

boom!
It continued to rise and exploded completely.

Archie and Gloria understood at the same time and said in unison, "Delay."

It is precisely because of the delay in CBS's live broadcast that the audience in front of the TV is finally feeling the shock of the scene and belatedly joining the carnival.

The sound waves were rolling, not just in Los Angeles, the entire North American continent was in an uproar. Volcanoes began to awaken, and finally condensed into a force, which continued to surge towards the Staples Center layer by layer, wave by wave. The endless heat wave completely engulfed the venue in an instant.

Roaring, stirring the blood.

(End of this chapter)