The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1389 Ups and Downs
Ho, ho ho ho!
Cheers, applause, whistles, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"Thank you, thank you everyone."

June Carter had just finished her performance and was taking her bow with a smile on her face. She glanced at the side stage and saw that Johnny Cash, who was supposed to take the stage seamlessly, was nowhere to be seen and the entire staff was in chaos.

June Carter didn't show any expression, but she smiled and her mind was working quickly, thinking about how to delay time, and the curve of her mouth became even brighter.

"Thank you!"

However, the audience could no longer hold back and someone shouted loudly.

"Where's Johnny?"

"Johnnyaaaaah!"

A call triggered a chain reaction, and many voices were heard from every corner.

June Carter remained calm. "Johnny Cash is about to come on stage. He was delayed for a moment. Before that, we will continue to perform."

"Next, we will perform a moving song..."

Before he could finish his words, a voice called out from behind.

"and many more……"

"and many more!"

Without a microphone, they could only shout at the top of their lungs, seeming particularly small and empty in the huge space. However, a figure emerged from the back, pushing aside the curtain, the sound system, and the stage setup, and crossing mountains and hills. Their clumsy and chaotic steps made them seem like they were performing a pantomime.

"Here comes Johnny!"

June Carter: ???
June Carter looked left and right but couldn't find Johnny at all. Instead, the audience first saw the juggler behind him.

bang.

Johnny's knee hit the speaker, and he immediately grimaced, hugged his knee, hopped on one foot, and turned 360 degrees on the spot, which caused the audience to burst into laughter.

Hahaha.

Amidst the laughter, Johnny turned back to the front, limped forward while enduring the pain, gave a random smile and waved to the audience.

At this time, June Carter finally found the protagonist, but she had no time to be stunned or surprised. She immediately smiled and hurriedly got to the point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here he comes, Johnny Cash!"

Roar, roar, roar, roar.

Amid applause and whistles, Johnny came to the microphone breathlessly and took it from June Carter; but June Carter didn't even look at Johnny, she made way for the back row, set up another microphone, and prepared to sing harmony for Johnny.

Professional, they need to stay professional.

Johnny stood in front of the microphone, his heart beating like a drum. A slight panting sound could be heard from his voice. He could not hide the embarrassment and awkwardness of running all the way. He even needed to straighten his suit to avoid looking so embarrassed.

"Hey guys, I'm Johnny Cash."

Barely controlling himself, Johnny smiled.

"What about June Carter? Isn't she a sweetheart?"

He was sweating profusely, his eyes were bloodshot, his steps were unsteady, and he couldn't stabilize himself at all. It was like the classic drunkenness test. He was absolutely unable to walk in a straight line.

He swayed and stood on tiptoe, as if feeling the strong wind with his body.

That handsome face seemed confused and crazy. There was no light in his hazy eyes, only chaos. He seemed to be able to see with his own eyes the blur of light being swallowed by darkness. His vision was flying everywhere. His body was on the stage, but it seemed as if there was only a shell here.

"How are you?"

The excited but unclear words don't know who the person is talking to?
He staggered around the microphone, playing the handkerchief game by himself and seemed to be having a lot of fun. He looked at the audience but turned around and looked behind him without waiting for their answer.

June Carter completely ignored him and was adjusting the microphone with her back to the audience; the band members looked stunned and confused, and could not see Johnny's focus and could not communicate. No one knew who Johnny was talking to.

As a result, only Johnny's slightly tense voice surged in short and excited voices.

"How are you guys?" Anson felt like the world was spinning and he couldn't stop. It kept going in circles and upside down. He took two steps clockwise and then two steps counterclockwise. He felt like he had found his center of gravity, but his steps were still shaking.

Joan.

He saw her and smiled foolishly, but she didn't turn around, there was only her back, so he couldn't see her expression at all.

Turning left some, right some, upside down some, he tried to gauge her expression.

at last!

She turned around, but she still refused to exchange any eye contact with him. There was no expression on her face, as if she was wearing a mask.

Then, she was ready to perform.

Yes, performance.

He seemed to finally come to his senses, and his wandering eyes gave the drummer a signal.

Snapped. Snapped. Snapped.

He held his guitar high up, like an anti-aircraft gun, in a posture ready to go, with a wide smile on his face and a hint of mischievous innocence. His fingertips swept across the strings quickly, and he took a diving posture, showing the appearance of a diving jet, and the sound of the guitar strings flew between the drum beats.

Cheerful, jubilant, and unrestrained, naturally revealing a kind of crazy unruly.

Inexplicably, a smile bloomed.

Turning around, he found the figure in the crowd behind the stage.

June Carter.

Stumbling, he approached, holding his guitar up like a submachine gun, and closed the distance aggressively. The lights in front of the stage fell on his broad shoulders, and his tall figure completely covered her.

June Carter, who had been avoiding and resisting, finally had no way out. She looked up at Johnny, frowning slightly, revealing a bit of annoyance.

Like a cat showing its claws.

In the shadows, Johnny's expression could not be seen clearly, but one could capture the stubbornness in his eyes. He refused to compromise or surrender, and stared at June Carter.

June Carter: …

Under the watchful eyes of the public, I felt ashamed, annoyed, depressed and irritated.

She didn't want to pay attention to him, but under that gaze, she glared back fiercely, then turned her head to look to the other side, completely ignoring him.

Johnny stood there in a daze, his eyes in the shadows revealing a bit of desolation and loneliness, burning sparsely in the bright light.

In a short moment, your breath is cut off.

His persistence, his toughness, and his aggressiveness were all defeated.

The corners of his mouth were raised, outlining an arc, but it was unclear what the emotion was:

Is that anger or sadness, is that pain or indulgence?

what.

A smile blossomed at the corner of his mouth, without any lingering feelings. He turned around and faced the audience again. The dazzling lights fell on his face. He raised his chin slightly, as if exposing his wounds. The pain and fragility deep in his pupils disappeared, replaced by a kind of reckless wantonness and madness.

Even a poisonous gas burst out.

It is hard to imagine that in such a short period of time, Johnny's emotions have undergone several twists and turns. The ups and downs of emotions are difficult to understand and describe, but behind his unpredictable behavior, he deeply feels the reins of reason loosening and everything is out of control.

No lines or actions are needed; just the eyes, expressions, posture and mannerisms can quietly and unintentionally create a storm on the stage.

Then, without warning, out of the blue, he burst into song.

More exciting than a roller coaster.

(End of this chapter)