The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1289 True feelings revealed
"I don't record anything that doesn't sell, Mr. Cash. Gospel songs like this, they don't sell."

Johnny's cheeks flushed instantly, even his ears turned red, and without realizing it, he raised his chin and tried to suppress Sam with his eyes.

Johnny asked, with a hint of anger, "Is it the gospel song or the way I sing it?"

Sam could feel the anger coming at him, but it had no effect on him. "All of it."

Johnny: ...

This back and forth collision with the wall made Johnny calm down a little, "Great, then what's wrong with my singing?"

Sam paused, looked at Johnny quietly, and said slowly, "I. Don't. Believe. You."

Dallas was a little excited, a little agitated, and a little carried away——

Crazy, crazy, he must be crazy. He actually dared to speak to Anson like this. Although he didn't look down on Anson, the arrogance in his words was clear.

However, despite being crazy, Dallas had a hunch that this was the right thing to do, and the words that were deeply engraved in his mind came out naturally.

Looking at the man in front of him, Sam remained sitting upright, neither moving forward nor retreating, facing that gaze calmly and frankly.

Johnny raised his chin, and his slightly drooped eyelids concealed the surging emotions in his eyes. His anger, which had reached its extreme, calmed down instead, and he asked in an extremely calm voice, so calm that it had no temperature, no waves, and no emotions, but this just showed his anger that was suppressed to the extreme.

There was also a hint of contempt.

"You mean, I don't believe in God?"

This is a matter of principle and also a matter of faith. Johnny believes that the greasy-haired guy in front of him is challenging his bottom line.

The cold voice made the two people behind realize that the situation was not good.

Luther spoke, his voice tense, "JR, forget it, let's go."

Johnny Cash, whose original name was "JR Cash", was born under the name of an illiterate boy. His parents were unable to decide on a specific name, so they simply gave him two letters. The "R" was added to match the "J" and avoid a monosyllabic name. It is not an abbreviation of any complete name.

Later, when he joined the army, the army did not allow the use of abbreviations, so he changed his name to "Johnny Cash".

However, close friends, or when trying to calm him down, would still call him "JR" to evoke Johnny's childhood memories.

Sadly, it didn't work this time.

JR did not calm down and rejected Luther and Marshall's dissuasion.

"No. I want to find out."

Those eyes were full of sincerity and seriousness.

“I mean, we come here, do this show for a minute, and then he tells me I don’t believe in God?”

This anger is burning.

Sam did not back down, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "You know exactly what I mean."

"We've heard songs like this more than a hundred times... just like... like that... and the way you sing it... exactly the same."

Those drawn-out endings are so annoying and provocative, with a condescending judgment.

Johnny was stunned: ...

He couldn't refute it.

But he needed to refute.

Johnny gritted his teeth, "You don't allow us to sing about feelings (Bring-it-Home)."

Sam, "Sing with emotion..." He just laughed, sneered, mocked, "Sing with emotion?" The more he laughed, the happier he became, "Then let's talk about singing with emotion."

The smile disappeared without warning.

Sam sat in the chair, not even needing any extra movements, looking down at Johnny. "Suppose you were hit by a truck, and you were lying in the ditch, dying, and you only had time to sing a song, a song that people would remember you before you returned to dust, a song that would let God know how you felt when you were here, a song that would sum up your long life."

"Tell me, can you sing the song you just mentioned?"

"Like the Jimmy Davis songs we hear on the radio all day? In a calm voice telling us this is real and how do you shout it out?"

"Or are you going to sing something else?"

The ups and downs, the sarcasm, and the full firepower.

Sam held nothing back.

Sam spoke slowly and steadily, looking directly into Johnny's eyes the whole time.

Then, in those deep eyes, Sam saw the pain and struggle that Johnny inadvertently revealed, and then quickly concealed it.

Sam paused, then thought again.

"Something real? Something about your feelings?"

"Because I'm telling you right now, that's the music that you seriously want to hear, that's the music that can really save your soul. It has nothing to do with whether you believe in God, Mr. Cash. What really matters is whether you believe in yourself."

Some intuition told Sam that he believed the silly boy in front of him.

Whether it was the last time he recommended himself or at this moment, Sam could see some vitality and enthusiasm in his eyes.

It was sincere, and vulnerable.

It was urgent and intense.

It was just an invisible and intangible intuition, but he wanted to believe it.

Sam looked at Johnny, just looked at him quietly, frankly and calmly, generously and sincerely.

Bathed in Sam's gaze, Johnny's stubbornness and anger slowly and silently calmed down. His chin, which had been raised high, drooped and finally touched his chest. He fled in embarrassment and awkwardness, not even daring to look Sam in the eye.

He closed his eyes, with pain and struggle gently pulling between his brows.

The whole place was completely silent. No one spoke since some time ago. Even the sound of heartbeats had quietly disappeared.

Hunter stared at the handsome face on the monitor screen. His forbearance, his struggle, his pulling, were all gone in the blink of an eye, carefully hidden in his furrowed brows; however, the complexity that leaked out in an instant was so real and rich.

That's Johnny Cash.

Fans who truly understand Johnny know that he is not perfect. Not only is he not perfect, but he is full of holes and scars.

In the 1950s and 1960s, paparazzi had not yet appeared and information dissemination was not well developed. Those singers stood on the stage in a glamorous and bright manner, and people rarely knew what their private lives were really like.

However, that was not the case with Johnny Cash.

It's not because he openly displays his private life and announces every detail to the world; it's because his music inadvertently reveals his truth, his fragility, his scars, his pain, his struggles, everything is hidden in the melody, so real.

It is also because of this that Johnny Cash's music has the power to stir the heart and impact the soul.

He is never perfect.

Later, as the media became more and more developed, a battered and bruised Johnny was presented to the general public, but they were not surprised at all.

And, it is not exclusive.

On the contrary, this is the Johnny in their minds, a real and fragile man in black who is imperfect but always trying to persevere.

It wasn't until now that Hunter finally saw the real Johnny Cash in his mind on the monitor screen.

(End of this chapter)