The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1282 Sharpening the Gun in Battle
"...Believe me, when I first met Anson, I was in a state of utter disgrace, far beyond your imagination."

“But the amazing thing is, no matter what you imagine Anson to be like, when you see him in person, he will always overturn your imagination and bring you surprises.”

"The only thing that is 100% certain is that he is not the devil."

Larry seemed a little excited, and couldn't stop talking.

Dan John, who had been standing silently, spoke up without warning.

"you sure?"

Larry was stunned.

Dallas looked at Dan John with horror on his face, "What do you mean?"

Dan John remained expressionless, "I won't say I'm 100% sure he's not the devil."

Pause.

"Of course, I didn't mean to say that he was the devil."

Dallas' knees went weak and he almost cried as he looked at Dan John.

Dan John was unaware that his words were creating more chaos. "Personally, it was very interesting to work with Anson. He is a very creative person with a lot of imagination and inspiration in his mind. That kind of wanton freedom is beyond our reach."

“The exploration process is full of surprises and emergencies, which are exhausting but unforgettable.”

"So, when Anson said that we should carry on the inspiration and atmosphere in the recording studio to the crew, take the initiative to call the director, and shoot the Sun Records scenes in advance, I don't know what Larry thinks, but personally, it makes sense to me. I can see the context behind it."

“It feels like bungee jumping.”

"Every time you stand on the bungee jumping platform, you will be scared by yourself, and all kinds of terrible fantasies will occupy your brain; but the moment you jump, adrenaline and dopamine will erupt in full force, and you can't resist it. You can't help but want to try it a second time, but when you stand on it, you start to doubt yourself again."

Dallas was stunned, "Dan, Dan! What did you just say?"

Dan-John paused, "I'm talking about bungee jumping."

Dallas, "Who told you about bungee jumping? I mean, the one before the bungee jumping. You mean, Anson and you guys had a spark during the rehearsal in the studio, which gave Anson creative inspiration, so we filmed the Sun Records scene in advance, causing chaos for the entire crew?"

Dan John looked at Dallas quietly and thought carefully, but he showed no surprise or astonishment at all. Instead, he nodded calmly in affirmation.

"indeed so."

Dallas: …

It turns out that the culprit for all the chaos in the entire crew is here!

Dallas' shock and astonishment hit a wall in front of Dan John's calmness. He had to look at Larry and said, "Don't you realize how ridiculous this is?"

Larry spread his hands. "Yes, I realize that. But that's Anson Wood. I can't say no to him, can you?"

Dallas choked, "Even the director can't do it, do you think I can?"

Then, Dallas thought about his future fate, and everything went dark before his eyes.

Larry and Dan John don't need to worry, they have already practiced with Anson. They must have created sparks in the studio, inspiring Anson's inspiration, which led to the subsequent chain reaction; what about him?

What should he do?
Larry patted Dallas on the shoulder, "I get it, man."

"But, believe me, Anson will make things easy."

Dallas cried, "I'm not worried about Anson, I'm worried about myself."

Dallas thought that now was not the time to chat here, he should read the lines several times, even if it was just a last-minute cram, at least it would give him peace of mind.

However, before he could open the script, there was a commotion in the crowd. "Ah, ah ah ah!"

boom!
Energy, bursting out in an instant.

Dallas didn't even need to turn around, he looked at Larry with a look of despair on his face, "Anson is here, right?"

Larry smiled and nodded repeatedly, "God, he is such a charming actor, who can not like him?"

There were greetings, small talk, and laughter, and the entire crew was filled with sunshine.

There was only one exception, Dallas.

Soon, Anson discovered——

Dallas couldn't hide it even if he wanted to. He tried his best to smile, but his stiff facial expression made him look like a broken wooden doll in a horror movie.

"...Nervous?" Anson inquired.

Dallas nodded stiffly. The problem was that even a simple nod was so awkward that his neck muscles almost exploded.

Anson didn't mind, "Me too."

Dallas was completely stunned.

Anson, "Look, in real life, I need to perform country in front of a bunch of strangers? God, I'm a rebellious teenager singing in a rock band, and all of a sudden I'm converted to religion, gospel and country, and I'm not sure I can perform what the script requires."

"In the movie, my life hangs on a thread, and before it falls apart, everything is in the hands of a young guy I just met. He looks slicked back, not even thirty years old. He says he owns this record company, but I'm not sure if he's a liar or not."

"Forgive me, my knees are like noodles right now and I'm not even sure if I can sing properly. Maybe I should warm up my voice first."

He comes up with it at will, making fun of and complaining about it.

Apparently, Dallas' reaction speed couldn't keep up and he was many beats slower. He finally reacted and burst out laughing.

Looking at Anson, Dallas was slightly stunned.

Then, unable to contain himself, he burst out laughing, "Did you just attack Sam Phillips?"

Anson spread his hands. "I'm sorry, but he really doesn't look like the rock godfather who discovered Elvis Presley."

Dallas nodded, "Indeed. When Sam and Johnny met, it was also a low point in Sam's career."

"He single-handedly discovered Elvis Presley and pioneered the combination of rhythm and blues and country music, laying the foundation for the birth of rock and roll. However, despite his success, no one knew his difficulties because he had no way to transform the success of his records into commercial returns."

"During that time, he was on the verge of bankruptcy."

"He had no choice but to sell Elvis' record contract to RCA for $35,000. After losing Elvis's glory, people turned around and forgot about him and Sun Records, and he became a nobody again."

"He was just a DJ. He quit his job and founded his own record company in Memphis because he loved music."

"In fact, you know what? The reason why he came to Memphis is because of the inclusive atmosphere here, which is not only free but also unrestrained. He hopes to combine the blues sung by black people with the country music of white people. He hopes to find a white person in Memphis who is willing to sing the blues."

"So, after having no choice but to sell Elvis Presley's record contract, he returned to music and tried to explore more possibilities."

"Because it's the only thing he has; at the same time, it's the only thing he's willing to pursue."

dream?

music?

Maybe, both.

(End of this chapter)