The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1414 Vibrant
One word, one sentence is enough.

Lucas's most dreaded nightmare finally happened.

He thought he was ready, that the big rock in his heart had finally fallen, and he no longer had to guess or feel uneasy; but that was not the case.

In an instant, Lucas forgot to breathe, and a tingling sensation spread from his toes to his hair.

"That's a good thing," said Anson.

Anson stared at Lucas. "This means that I am finally ready to face it head-on. I will no longer run away from it or fear it. Instead, I will face that nightmare head-on."

Lucas, "…Are you sure?"

Anson nodded, "Yes."

"In fact, it's not just me, it's the same for you, you and mom and dad."

"You refuse to discuss and refuse to face the wounds. Those wounds are also in your bodies. But now, maybe it's time to face them. Things have already happened and they will not disappear because of silence and ignorance. In fact, it is often the opposite. Silence and ignorance will only turn those wounds into ubiquitous nightmares."

That night at Mount Sinai Hospital, Charles and Nora's argument was just the tip of the iceberg.

Lucas panicked.

But he kept reminding himself that this wasn't about him, it was about Anson.

Maybe, as Anson said, that incident had an impact on their family, but if Anson now has the courage to face the nightmare, they have no reason to continue to escape. Otherwise, what if Jack Forrest appears again?
Taking a deep breath, Lucas regained his composure, "Maybe this isn't the end of the world."

"The end of the world happened thirteen years ago. These years have been the end of the world, and now it's a brand new beginning." Anson joked lightly.

Lucas was speechless. This guy was addicted to joking.

Anson noticed Lucas's expression and raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just proving to you that I'm ready to continue working."

Lucas had a serious face. "Status is status, and work is work. These are two different things. You still need to rest and adjust yourself. Imagine if your parents knew that you were in that state just now, but you turned around and went back to work immediately, how worried would they be?"

Charles and Nora also came to California.

However, working at Folsom Prison is no joke, and the number of people must be limited. In order to avoid making things difficult for the crew, the Woods temporarily stayed in Los Angeles.

However, they are particularly worried.

During this time on the crew, Anson did not see Jack again, but Anson was completely immersed in the role and gradually fell into a dark state, which was really worrying. They were always worried that Anson might really go crazy.

If they knew what just happened...

Anson's face tensed, no longer as calm as before.

"Luca, look."

“For me, acting is not that simple. It is not only a process of exploration, but also a healing process. I have been trying to find resonance between the role and the performance, and to complete the dialogue between drama and reality.”

“Work is actually a good thing.”

"Really! Luca? Luca!"

He explained one sentence after another with eager eyes.

Lucas hadn't seen Anson like this for a long time. It seemed as if he saw his younger brother following him closely like a slug when they were little.

Finally, Lucas couldn't help himself and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Anson noticed, "Wait, Luca?"

Lucas quickly put on a straight face and suppressed his smile.

But unexpectedly, Anson didn't care at all, "Do you mean you agree? Hey, Luca, you can't go back on your word if you agree. You won't complain to your parents, will you?" Lucas: ... "It depends on your performance."

Anson didn't care at all, "Hey, since you agreed, it's settled. I need to prepare for the next scene now. The performance level needs to be adjusted. The starting pitch for the live singing should be slightly higher."

Hearing Anson say this, Lucas showed a little curiosity in his eyes, "You just..." But he was not sure, and his words were slightly hesitant. Finally, he asked, "What about the song you just played?"

"It's the song you were humming and playing before we came in."

Even though he had said this, Lucas was still a little worried. What if that song was written by Jack, or by nine-year-old Anson? Does that mean...

Lucas worried that he had opened Pandora's box.

Anson seemed very calm, "Oh, those are just some scattered inspirations in my mind."

“Illusions and reality, dreams and movies, all mixed up during this period, some melodies and inspirations lingered in my mind, so I played them.”

Lucas let out a long breath.

Sure enough, Anson was right, face the fear, maybe the fear is not so bad.

Anson glanced at Lucas and said, "Hey, were you worried about split personality just now? I changed my face and switched to another personality in the next second?"

Lucas:…

One second, two seconds.

Lucas finally realized that Anson was joking, and his breath caught in his throat, "Anson Wood."

Anson stopped when he saw that he was ahead, and immediately shifted his gaze, pretending not to see Lucas's expression, "Work, work! I need to get into the role now, please don't disturb the actors' work, okay?"

Anson dismissed Lucas as if he were shooing away a fly.

Lucas was frowning, but he didn't say anything. He just looked Anson up and down quietly, pondered for a moment, and then asked seriously.

"Actor, you just rolled around on the ground for several rounds and were sweating all over. Are you sure it's okay to perform on stage in this image?"

Anson was stunned, and then he looked down at himself, and realized that the situation was not good -

modeling!

Johnny Cash's performance at Folsom Prison is a famous image of the man in black, a black shirt paired with a black suit. All black represents being out of place but also represents upholding justice, giving a voice to those who have been ignored, neglected, and forgotten.

Originally, Anson was ready, but he ended up rolling around on the ground, sitting on the floor, and sweating profusely. His neatly tailored suit was as wrinkled as dried sauerkraut. It was no problem to call him a homeless person.

Oops.

Anson didn't care about Lucas at this time and rushed out.

Lucas remained where he was, watching Anson's back as he ran all the way, a smile rising slightly on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was still worried and nervous, and couldn't believe that Anson had returned to normal, as Anson said, they still needed to observe for a long time -

Jack disappeared, but what about nine-year-old Anson Wood?
But at this moment, looking at Anson's energetic back, his anticipation and enthusiasm for the performance are so frank and sincere, there is no lie.

Lucas's troubled emotions settled down a little, maybe that was a good thing.

Who knows, maybe acting can really be a breakthrough for Anson to find a new direction, just like Johnny Cash, who found his home in the art world and turned those scars and nightmares into creative motivation.

All Lucas needed to do was to allow Jungle Pictures to grow and transform, and eventually become a strong backing for Anson to freely explore the world of art.

Thinking of this, Lucas' eyes became more determined.

(End of this chapter)