The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1284 Singing Style
Universal Studios Los Angeles has a project where tourists can visit the entire filming base, and the tour guide uses light-hearted and humorous words to narrate the filming highlights of classic movies here, creating an immersive effect.

However, words are just words after all.

Now the filming base of Universal Studios has evolved into an amusement park. When the audience walks through it, they can only use their imagination through the filming sets. The tour guide's explanation and behind-the-scenes footage can hardly bring a real experience.

Here we are, on the streets of Union Avenue in Memphis, with a very different experience.

It's not just the shooting scene, they can fully see the process of the birth of magic, how to break the constraints of time and space from the real world to half a century ago, and re-present the life of Johnny Cash.

Experience, 100 points.

Hunter was originally still chattering non-stop, but at some point he became completely silent and focused.

Outside the recording studio, there was a busy and noisy scene.

Inside the recording studio, there was total silence.

Even Larry couldn't help but quiet down, looking at Anson in black. The soundless recording studio in front of him looked more and more like a cemetery.

Anson was adjusting his breathing to get into the right state, so Dallas held his breath completely, his mind full of mixed thoughts. He always felt that he might make a mistake at any time, and the next step would be to mess up the filming and become the eternal sinner of the crew, and finally end up being fired. His acting career, which had not even had time to really start, came to an end.

The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, and the more flustered I became.

How to do?
His peripheral vision frantically drifted towards Anson, but he didn't dare look directly into Anson's eyes.

However, Dallas noticed something unusual—

Anson, what's wrong?
Anson was looking around the recording studio. His movements were stiff, and his arms and feet were moving gently in a small range, for fear that his movements would be noticed and expose his insignificance and nervousness. He scanned every inch with his eyes, exploring greedily and eagerly. Even the air in the recording studio was filled with freshness.

The mixture of tension and excitement made his shoulders and neck stiff, and the black shirt seemed to stick to his skin.

Is that...sweat?
Dallas doubted his own eyes and didn't understand what was wrong with Anson.

Inadvertently, Dallas noticed that Anson's gaze drifted over, like a fox standing on the ice, carefully pricked up his ears and observed the surroundings, and any slight movement would make his fur stand up.

The tip of his sight slightly touched Dallas, but before they could meet, Anson had already retracted his gaze and pretended to continue observing the recording device in front of him.

Dallas became increasingly confused. He did not understand Anson's words and actions.

What is this doing?
Finally, Anson turned around and seemed ready to start filming.

Anson bowed stiffly and reservedly towards Dallas and nodded slightly. He also realized that he should look directly at Dallas to show courtesy, so his eyes quietly drifted over and finally looked directly at Dallas.

Dallas found that he couldn't look Anson in the eye. Anson's eyes were slightly raised, as if he was staring at Dallas's brows.

Or the forehead.

Dallas looked up, trying to search on his forehead. Could it be that his forehead was hiding a third eye that he didn't know about?

When Dallas looked at Anson again, Anson had already looked away, and his restrained and stiff body language revealed an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Obviously, Anson like this was strange, even like another person.

If Dallas had not just seen the confident, calm, humorous Anson, he would not have been able to associate the Anson in front of him with the shining top star on the red carpet.

Dallas was confused and bewildered, his mind was filled with thoughts and couldn't calm down at all. The scene before him almost made his brain explode.

The atmosphere in the recording studio cooled down little by little, and was filled with a cold and awkward feeling. Although it was not serious or obvious, it was still uncomfortable.

Dallas didn't understand what was happening. "Get ready!"

Mangold's voice came from the intercom, and my scattered thoughts were instantly gathered together.

Dallas could clearly hear the sound of his heart pounding against his chest, fast and heavy, almost exploding, and his mouth became dry.

Mangold, however, took no notice of Dallas.

"Anson, are you ready?"

All eyes were on Anson——

"Do not."

Anson said.

Everyone was stunned, and then Anson added, "Can I run away now?"

Only then did people realize that Anson was joking and they couldn't help but chuckle.

Mangold's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a smile, but it did not fall into his eyes, and then he became nervous again.

Although Anson was an actor that Mangold and Kitcher had worked hard to recruit, and was also an actor approved by Johnny Cash; but talking about it on paper is one thing, and actual cooperation is another.

The filming hasn't started yet, but the back and forth during this period of time has been dizzying. As a result, the first scene was chosen to be such a difficult one. Mangold was also unsure about what kind of results they would see after entering the working state.

Seeing Anson's nervousness, Mangold still couldn't relax.

Mangold tried his best to satisfy whatever Anson said. In Mangold's view, they should trust Anson and give him enough respect and affirmation, which was the core of the crew's cooperation; but if Anson messed up at the beginning, Forest Pictures would not blame Anson, but blame Mangold as a director for not shouldering his responsibilities.

With all kinds of thoughts filling his head, Mangold was pretending to be calm.

Anson is nervous? Why? It should be just an illusion, right?

If Mangold knew that Anson's nervousness was real, he wondered if he would stop breathing.

To be honest, Anson was indeed nervous.

Firstly, he needed to show the slightly immature side of Johnny Cash.

In the 1950s, gospel music had an unparalleled and powerful influence and inspired later soul music. Johnny himself was a devout Christian, so he liked gospel music and was keen on singing gospel music. At the same time, he always consciously imitated the singing styles of those famous singers.

Mahalia-Jackson, Sam-Cooke, Clara-Ward, and so many more.

However, the problem is that imitation often loses its own edges and colors. Even if the imitation is very lifelike, it will never surpass the original.

Originally, Sam Phillips was an innovator. He believed that the gospel music market was too crowded and it was difficult to showcase his own characteristics. In addition, he had different ideas about music, so he had no interest in Johnny's singing at all.

Here, Anson needs to figure out the singing style of gospel music, and according to Johnny's immaturity, strip away his personal characteristics to present a singing that is mediocre and boring but not unpleasant.

This is difficult, five to ten times more difficult than the Grammy Awards stage.

Singing well is difficult; singing badly is even more difficult; singing neither well nor badly is the real difficulty.

(End of this chapter)