The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1392 The world is spinning
"Push harder, man!"

He roared and screamed at the drummer in a ferocious manner, venting his frustration and anger towards innocent people, making indirect accusations and even kicking the bass drum directly.

"You hit that damn thing with your heart!"

The smell of blood, hot and scorching, sticky and wet, rushed towards him.

The drummer's movements were completely frozen. Not only him, but all the band members looked at each other in confusion. They had never seen Johnny like this before. He was like an ant on a hot pan, losing control little by little.

Johnny noticed—

what.

The corners of his mouth turned up and a smile spread. Johnny looked at the panicked expressions of his band members and felt an evil pleasure.

Then, Johnny glanced at June Carter quickly with a provocative attitude; but after lightly landing on June Carter, he immediately shifted away without waiting for her reaction, as if she was just an insignificant and unimportant object that could not bring any influence.

He refused iron shackles, zebra stripes, and chains.

He is a free-spirited zebra, spinning, jumping, and running wildly on the Serengeti grasslands.

Finally, June Carter raised her eyes and looked at Johnny, who was dancing back and forth in ecstasy in front of her. There was a hint of worry and confusion in her eyes, and she looked at Johnny in doubt.

The situation before them was gradually getting out of control, like a hurricane that no one could control, but June Carter couldn't understand Johnny.

Is he happy or in pain? Is he enjoying himself or suffering?

Those completely different and contradictory emotions condensed and pulled at his body, flickering, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy, falling into madness. Johnny was immersed in his own thoughts and rushed around, getting bruised and battered all over his body, but he laughed wildly and crazily, and his laughter was completely free from restraints.

It spun all the way to the right side of the stage, then stumbled and staggered back.

Just then, the melody played by the band ended with a four-beat rhythm and a new four-beat rhythm began. Johnny stepped forward and was ready to sing again, but he didn't notice that there was still some distance between his steps and the microphone.

When he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized this, so he quickly took two steps forward, trying to make up the distance.

As a result, my knees went weak.

He almost stepped on empty air on the flat ground of the stage, staggered towards the microphone, his body suddenly drooped, and he barely stood up again, so that his singing voice lingered around the microphone in fits and starts, and his disordered breathing and unclear pronunciation made the singing even more unclear.

However, the torment and pain hidden in the song are clearer than ever before.

Amid the cheerful rhythm and bright drum beats, Johnny's wounds were exposed with blood dripping from them.

"...I...was tied up...marked..."

The singing was intermittent and stumbling, and because of the lack of timely breathing, the singing became fragmented.

But Johnny did not give up. He was completely immersed in the performance, revealing a sense of paranoia. His knees were still shaking, but his eyes were fixed on the spotlight in front of him, as if he was fighting a desperate battle with the light.

In the glaring light, my eye sockets began to turn red, and the world began to blur and shake in a halo.

"On Tuesday, I was tied up in chains."

"On Wednesday, my trial..."

Wednesday, what happened to Wednesday?
My brain is completely blank.

Oops.

Anson, slightly flustered.

The lines seemed to be erased, my stomach was burning, my internal organs were on fire, and my entire brain was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, empty of anything.

How to do?
If you forget your lines, the scene will be ruined!
No, no, no, he could remember, he remembered his lines.

"Uh-huh Thursday, um-huh..."

The drum beats and the performance continued, like a high-speed train, leaving no time for him. He watched it whizzing past and hurriedly followed, but his blank brain could not compose any words and he could only hum along with the melody.

Angry! Annoyed! Depressed!
He realized that this made him look embarrassed, extremely embarrassed—

In front of June Carter, June Carter saw his panic and confusion, June Carter saw his embarrassment and dilemma, and June Carter would definitely see through his bluffing and timidity.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Wait, he remembered, "... destroy me! I'll wear prison clothes..."

It’s back, the lines are back.

But why was the microphone stand going against him?

He was standing straight and straight like a pine tree, but the microphone stand inexplicably fell towards him, as if it was ready to fight him to the death.

This damn microphone stand, regardless of the situation, can't you see that he is trying to complete the performance? Can't you see that he is trying to show that he is safe and sound? Can't you see that he is trying to avoid exposing his embarrassment and making a fool of himself by June Carter?

Microphone stand, haha, even you are here to make trouble.

He kicked with his leg and broke the microphone stand with his hand.

Trying to break it off.

However, the microphone stand was obviously not so easy to break, and instead it injured his own right hand, causing a tingling pain in his forearm bones.

I couldn't help but grin.

Grass.

He threw the microphone stand away.

"what!"

The audience in the front row were stunned and were enjoying the performance, but they did not expect to encounter a sudden disaster. The microphone stand flew down and although it landed in front of them and did not hit them, they still screamed in surprise.

These exclamations disturbed the peace.

He raised his leg and kicked forward in annoyance and anger, and actually broke the floor-standing lighting in the front of the stage. With a crackling sound, glass fragments and sparks burst out instantly.

The audience in the front row were completely terrified and huddled together, trembling.

The piercing scream hit his eardrums.

However, there was a roar on his eardrums; the sounds were neither sharp nor heavy, as if they were falling on the surface of a lake. He hid in the lake and looked up at the objects falling down with a crackling sound, feeling the power from the vibration of the lake water, but it was not real after all, and it didn't seem like a big deal.

He smiled, waved toward the front row of the stage, and leaned forward, "I'm fine, are you guys okay?"

He leaned his body forward, and his center of gravity was just a little bit off from rushing out.

He quickly pulled back and stumbled back onto the stage, causing the band members and June Carter at the back to break out in cold sweats and exclaim in surprise.

June Carter?

He seemed to hear a familiar exclamation, and turned around, trying to find June Carter in the crowd. He had never expected that June Carter would actually care and worry. So now June Carter was willing to worry about his safety?

ridiculous.

However, it cannot be found.

The world was engulfed in a halo, and every face was a blurry halo. It was impossible to see the facial features and expressions, and even the colors were unclear.

His stomach was burning and churning. He looked left and right, trying to find his direction, but when his head shook, the world started to spin at high speed.

What...what's going on?

The world was spinning 360 degrees like a merry-go-round.

"Stand still, Anson, stand still!"

He gave himself orders, straightened his knees, stood firmly, placed his hands neatly on his trouser seams, and bathed in the golden spotlight. The world finally stopped turning.

The next second, it disappeared into darkness.

(End of this chapter)