The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1376 Emotional Ups and Downs
Decisive, resolute, and straightforward.

June Carter turned and left without any reluctance.

Johnny was stunned. He stood there at a loss, calling out repeatedly, "June...June..."

But there was no way to stop June Carter, not even for a second, which made Johnny panic, deeply afraid and uneasy.

In the front, there was a burst of booing and jeers in the audience. They didn't care what happened to June Carter. They bought tickets to watch the show, so why should they be treated like this?
Porphyrin!
Shhh!
There were boos, whistles, and a burst of derisive laughter.

These noises surrounded Johnny. He knew he had screwed up. He knew things were completely messed up, but he had no way to solve it.

Dizziness. Throbbing. Burning.

My temples were beating wildly, my heart was rising and blocking my throat, my feet were swaying left and right despite the pull of gravity, and a roar was surging above my eardrums.

Johnny could hardly stand. He felt like his head would explode at any second. Something seemed to be stirring deep in his dry throat, ready to break out. He couldn't breathe and even forgot to breathe. He was spinning in place like a headless fly, and the world was spinning.

He felt a heat and emptiness, and was sweating all over. His back was soaked, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his vision began to blur.

The bright and dazzling light ahead was spreading above the pupils, and the faces of the audience gradually blurred, and in the end, only laughter remained.

Ha ha ha ha!
As if mocking his childishness and naivety, as if mocking his recklessness and impulsiveness, those distorted faces evolved into black holes.

Come on.

"Joan!"

As the world spun around, Johnny only had time to grab a lifeline, and his heart, torn between hesitation and uneasiness, tightly grasped a thread of thought.

The body is always honest.

Before his brain could organize a clear thought, he had already staggered to follow June Carter's leaving footsteps, not caring about the performance going on in front of him.

Because he was too anxious and impulsive, Johnny completely lost control of his body. His messy steps almost made him fall. He subconsciously grabbed the curtain and other people on the side stage as if they were life-saving straws, barely controlling himself. However, he did not bother to adjust himself and continued to move forward.

Porphyrin!
The booing in the theater was completely outrageous. It was bad enough that June Carter left, but they didn't expect Johnny to leave as well. The audience's dissatisfaction broke out completely.

Chaos, about to get out of control——

The show has to face all kinds of unexpected situations, how could they be unprepared?
The next group of singers who were about to perform had already come to the side stage to prepare. As soon as Johnny left, the two singers immediately returned to the stage hand in hand, smiling, calming the audience and controlling the situation.

However, the two singers no longer need to persist.

"Card!"

Mangold wrapped up filming.

The air became quiet.

The theater audience stopped making noise and quieted down one by one. They were extras and temporary actors. They had little understanding of the crew and just followed the instructions and cooperated with the performance. When the director said the filming was over, they sat back in their chairs and waited for the next instruction.

However, there are no instructions.

The crew members looked at each other in silence. They witnessed it once again - so, what is the truth?
What did Anson go through last night? Did this actor standing at the top of the pyramid get carried away and become drunk, or did he behave like a spoiled child?
No one knows the truth except Anson; but does the truth matter?
Sometimes the truth is the only thing that matters, and you must pursue it no matter what the cost; but sometimes the truth is not that important.

For example, at this moment.

No matter what Anson had experienced last night, the Anson in front of us did not delay the work of the crew. Not only did he not delay it, but he also completed an amazing performance.

It penetrates into the soul and heart, making it hard to tell true from false.

Those sweetness and intoxication, those impulse and recklessness, those sincerity and enthusiasm, those naivety and stupidity, those uneasiness and fear.

Complex and delicate, rich and contradictory, pulling and entangled with each other, spinning around in the alcohol, trying hard to control the reins of reason but ultimately failing, rushing to heaven in one second but turning around and falling into hell, ups and downs of joy and helplessness intertwined together, comparable to a roller coaster.

Not only Reese, but every staff member present was lost in the song "Time Flies".

Originally, this should have been a romantic melody about the love affair between June Carter and her ex-husband, but it turned into a sad melody of Johnny hitting a wall after his confession.

So, how should they view Johnny, and how should they view June Carter?

...Finally, a sigh.

The boiling thoughts turned into a gentle sigh, and all the confusion in the chest was poured out. No one was wrong, it was just the time that was wrong. Meeting the right person at the wrong time, this is the result.

At this moment, does anyone still care what happened to Anson last night?
Perhaps, the latter rumor is correct.

Last night, Anson was not indulging in the joy and decadence of life, but was preparing for the role. At the moment when "Eternal Love" achieved great success, he was still conscientiously devoted to his work. Fame and fortune are not as important as imagined, he just simply likes performing.

In the bizarre world of fame and fortune, there is not only endless darkness.

However, there are still people who do not believe it, and "realists" stubbornly choose to believe that darkness, cruelty and coldness are the truth of the real world.

Who says this is impossible?
Last night Anson was drunk and today Anson was great, these two things are not contradictory, right? Some actors are just born with talent...

Wait, something seems wrong.

If we deny that Anson prepared for the performance last night and was simply lost in the light and shadow of Vanity Fair, does this mean that Anson has acting talent? Does this mean that Anson is more than just a vase? Does this mean that Anson is actually a better actor than everyone thinks?

What if we admit that Anson prepared for the performance last night, was an early bird, and was diligent and studious, and although he was a vase, he made up for his shortcomings with hard work and made great progress on the road of acting? Even if he lacks talent, he completed a wonderful performance through acquired efforts and finally became a real actor worthy of admiration?
This……

what happened?

Whether you admit it or deny it, whether you believe the rumors or pursue the truth, the final conclusion seems to be wrong.

Is this some kind of magic trick, where it just goes around and around and leads everyone into the ditch?

Realists: ...

They were speechless for a moment. This was hard for them to accept, but what was worse was that they didn't know which was harder to accept?

Is Anson a natural actor who can still shine on the big screen even if he is lost in the world of fame and fortune, or is Anson a sincere actor who makes up for his shortcomings with hard work and keeps his original heart and continues to pursue his dreams even in the world of fame and fortune?
So, should they choose to believe the former or the latter?
But why does it feel like they are a bunch of losers no matter who they choose to believe?
(End of this chapter)