The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1246 Witnessing the Glory
The air is slowly heating up, and one can clearly feel the mixed emotions of excitement and tension continuing to spread.

There is only one award left in the entire award ceremony, but it is also the jewel in the Grammy crown and the most anticipated award of the entire ceremony.

Although there were only five groups of singers on the nomination list, the guests at the Staples Center were all in the mood and their expectations were rising.

When you are in it, you can clearly feel the slightly stinging burning sensation on the surface of your skin, and you are involuntarily drawn into this scorching vortex.

I'm not nervous nor am I looking forward to it, but my mouth is still uncontrollably dry, my heart is beating wildly, and my blood is quietly burning.

Perhaps Anson is the only exception.

To be honest, he was not nervous at all and even enjoyed the atmosphere very much.

No matter who wins the award in the end, he will stand up and applaud and send his sincere blessings. The only goal of the second half of the opening performance is to end it smoothly, and the August 31st band winning the Newcomer of the Year is an over-achievement of the task. He thinks tonight's Grammy Award is perfect.

"Did you notice that? The Outcasts?"

"Yeah, I noticed that your lips are dry, right? But it's not surprising. Their double CD album this year is really excellent. They have been ignored tonight. If it were me, I would also be dry-mouthed now."

"Missy Elliott's smile almost froze."

"Ah, no surprise, this is indeed her chance. Who wouldn't want to win a prize?"

"You." Miles glanced sideways at Anson, "You seem so calm."

Anson shrugged lightly. "Hey, we should be content with what we have. We have already come back with a full load."

Miles looked at Anson carefully, but still couldn't find any nervousness or anxiety in him. He could see that Anson was relaxed and comfortable, which made him look a little embarrassed and he sighed lightly.

Anson noticed, "Why, still nervous?"

Miles shrugged slightly, "A little bit."

Although Myers tried to remain calm, he was in the Staples Center, surrounded by gazes and lights, and could feel the burning pain on the surface of his skin. He eventually became uncontrollably nervous.

The same goes for Lily and Connor.

They kept telling themselves to relax, as their harvest tonight had far exceeded their expectations and they should not be greedy; but they couldn't help but raise their heads in anticipation.

Anson was not surprised. "Normal."

"I am nervous because I care and I am looking forward to it. If one day in the future I feel calm and take it for granted that everything is as it should be, then I will become arrogant and overconfident. By then, it will be too late and I will never be able to find my original intention again. It is worth enjoying this nervousness now."

Miles was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Okay, I'll be a little more nervous."

Anson patted Miles' shoulder gently, "A little more is fine."

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

In such an atmosphere, the award presenter appeared on stage under the attention of everyone.

The two legends, Carlos Santana and Faith Hill, appeared on stage together, successfully triggering thunderous applause from the audience and pushing the atmosphere to a new climax.

Tonight, in order to create a topic, the Grammy Awards ceremony had all the presenters be a singer and an actor, creating something special within the limited framework of the awards ceremony; however, at the last moment, the routine was broken -

Both are musicians.

Carlos is a Latin music master, and this guitarist has left his mark in the history of music; Faith is a country legend, having won the Grammy Award for Best Female Country Vocalist twice.

The Grammys finally arranged these two guests to announce the Album of the Year, which obviously had its own considerations and seemed to foreshadow the birth of history.

It’s just… everyone is guessing what the Grammy considerations are, but no one can be 100% sure that these considerations are consistent with their own imagination.

There was a rustling sound, and the air in the entire Staples Center was boiling.

The whole place was silent, no one made a sound; yet one could still clearly feel the restlessness and noise stirring the blood and unable to stop.

Just imagine, even the audience was like this, let alone the two award presenters?
Bathed in the spotlight, thousands of burning gazes were all fixed on the surface of their skin. The heat penetrated the fabric and went into their blood vessels, boiling up little by little.

Carlos made a joke with a straight face.

"Stop staring at me. I don't know what's inside the envelope." A light laugh was heard at the scene.

Carlos looked at Faith, indicating that Faith should open the envelope and reveal the answer.

Faith handed over the envelope, "Carlos, I think you should do it. I'm worried that the envelope in my hand will catch fire."

There was another laughter.

Carlos did not refuse. He took the envelope, opened the seal quickly, and took out the card inside to take a look.

The whole action was smooth and there was no intention to build suspense or create atmosphere, so much so that the Staples Center was unable to react for a while and could not keep up with the speed, and then Carlos had already seen the result.

In an instant, the heart contracted suddenly, and there was no sound in the whole place.

Everyone looked at Carlos, trying to find some clues from his expression to confirm their guesses and imaginations.

Carlos was slightly stunned and looked up at the audience seats.

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Outcasts?

Did Outkast reach the top?
Unexpectedly, Carlos handed the card and envelope back to Faith.

"Lady first."

Carlos politely extended his hand to signal, and Faith took the card back and glanced down.

"Oh."

Faith sighed.

Audience: What are you sighing about? Why are you sighing? What does it mean?
Heart on the verge of exploding.

Then, Faith raised her head, looked forward, smiled, and without waiting any longer, her voice came from the microphone.

"'Midsummer Midnight', August 31st Band."

Wait, who?

Gloria was startled and jumped reflexively, but she was worried that she might have heard it wrong. She was stunned for a moment and looked around hesitantly.

While waiting to look at the big screen again, the on-site director's live camera was already aimed at Anson.

Ah!
Gloria went crazy, and the trembling spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head in an instant.

Ahhhhh!
Gloria was muttering to herself, "Midsummer midnight! Midsummer midnight!"

Until I could no longer control myself and screamed.

"Ahhh, midnight in midsummer!"

Jumping and dancing, shouting and yelling, every cell in the body was burning.

Archie just stared at the camera on the big screen with his mouth wide open. His brain completely froze and he lost the ability to react. Suddenly, tears burst out, but in the next moment he burst into laughter like a lunatic.

But Archie didn't care about that.

He also jumped up and down along with Gloria in a daze.

The voice in my head is shouting:

Midnight in midsummer, midnight in midsummer, the summer of their youth will never end.

At this moment, the ratings of the 1988th Grammy Awards reached its peak, surpassing the million in . With an impressive audience of million, it created the highest ratings moment in years!

(End of this chapter)