The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1522: All in One

In just a short moment, shock, astonishment, trance, all kinds of thoughts flooded into my mind. My brain had not had time to process all the information, and the memory could not keep up.

However, before anyone could react, Spider-Man grabbed a steel cable and leapt down, without hesitation, and that's what happened.

The whole audience was stunned!
There was not even any exclamation or sigh, they were completely frozen, standing there in amazement and dumbfounded, turning into a group of puppets.

Nicholas was no exception. He temporarily forgot his duties as a reporter and stared blankly at the scene. His heart suddenly contracted and his adrenaline exploded.

Spider-Man firmly grasped the "spider silk" with his right hand, fell from the sky, and finally landed on the stage with a chic one-legged split!
Now, Nicholas finally understood the function of the stage. Thanks to the height of the stage, Spider-Man's every move could be seen on the spot.

Spider-Man remained in a half-squatting position close to the ground, raised his head, and stared at the audience through the mask, scanning slowly. However, the mask obscured his expression, so people could only guess based on their own imagination about the meaning behind the action, perhaps he was observing, examining, or brewing something.

Then, Spider-Man reached out and grabbed the hood, as if he was about to take it off in the next second.

scare!
Screams, as their throats were strangled, the audience's attention was all in the hands of that figure like a puppet. Many people couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, trying to cross the surging crowd to get a glimpse of the truth first, their hearts uncontrollably rushing towards the stage.

Gloria looked at it carefully and shook her head: That's not Anson.

Even though he was wearing a Spider-Man suit and a mask, and could only be identified by his body shape and posture, Gloria could tell that it was definitely not Anson.

Very, very close, but no.

Only God knows how many times she has flipped through the posters and magazines that Anson shot for Dior. The perfectly fitted cut shows off Anson's body lines and proportions. Even in the "Spider-Man" movie, she can tell which ones are doubles and which ones were shot by Anson himself.

When Gloria looked away, she saw the actions of Blair, Elaine, and Karen. They exchanged glances and understood everything instantly.

But, those were not Anson’s words, where was the real person?

Then, a burst of drum beats came from above the eardrums——

Boom, boom, boom, boom; boom, boom, boom, boom.

The first thing that comes to mind is that the mariachi band has started playing again, which makes people unable to help but complain: Please read the atmosphere of the scene, okay? Now is not the time, it shouldn't be now.

The crowd's attention was all focused on Spider-Man, and the drum beats failed to capture their attention.

There were only a few exceptions, such as Gloria and her friends, Nicholas, and the crowd standing behind the band who couldn't see the direction of the stage at all.

Looking in the direction of the drum beats, Gloria saw the figure and subconsciously covered her mouth. She used all her strength to barely control the urge to scream. However, her body still trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the roaring and surging waves in her mind burst out like wildfire.

Among the group of musicians who temporarily formed a band, a new figure suddenly appeared.

A white shirt, a dark blue suit, a dark blue woven tie, fit and well-proportioned, neat and clean, tall and slender, with a bold and youthful edge that reveals a bit of rebellious decadence and wantonness, the perfect proportion of broad shoulders and narrow waist is perfectly displayed in the binding of the fabric, and although the whole body is tightly wrapped up with no skin exposed, a fatal sexiness is exuded in every gesture.

In an instant, he grabbed my throat.

It stands out from the crowd, is unique and needs no words, and easily catches the eye.

Then, if it’s not Anson Wood, who is it?

Wait, if the person in front of me is Anson, then who was the person who just fell from the sky from the Radio Concert Hall?

He had no time to think, and was unable to move. His eyes were fixed on that figure. He was in shock and impact, wave after wave, and he forgot to breathe.

However, Anson still did not speak. Bathed in the scorching gaze, he raised his hands high, and without saying a word, began to clap his hands to the rhythm.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. The rhythm is not difficult, the most basic and simplest beat, one after another, the applause and drum beats overlap, like a hurricane, gradually taking shape before my eyes.

Gloria took a deep breath, managed to control herself, raised her hands high, followed Anson's example, and joined him in beating the rhythm.

She is not alone.

Blair, Karen, Elaine and many more joined Anson, feeling the rhythm with their hands and playing the melody with their bodies.

One. And another.

Gradually, more and more people joined in. Nicholas could see them just by turning around. Like the wind blowing wheat waves, the crowds turned around and looked over. The sound of whispers surged in the air, but it did not destroy the rhythm in front of him. It was more like the collision of the huge crowds and the rhythm of high-fives. The two sounds completed the ensemble -

The ripples spread out layer by layer, one wave after another.

The whole venue created a domino effect, with the surging crowd turning around one after another, one wave higher than the other, all looking in the same direction.

The bustling crowd was unable to clearly see the situation inside the encirclement due to the obstructed vision, but everyone in the audience knew -

Anson, come on.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

The rhythm, from sparse to grand, from messy to neat, spreads throughout the venue, surrounding the entire Rockefeller Center with the Radio Concert Hall as the center.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a raging storm.

Nicholas couldn't help but feel his heart surge. Who could be an exception? Who could refuse?

To truly experience the "Don't Be Serious" stage, to truly become a part of the performance, to truly make up this carnival with your own flesh and blood.

The heart exploded in the rhythm.

Yet, Anson held the entire premiere together without speaking a word from beginning to end, without even telling the audience of his presence.

Finally, Anson took a step forward and led the group of musicians forward.

The crowd, like the Red Sea crawling at Moses' feet, made way for Anson and his group to move forward; but the magical thing was that more and more people appeared in the crowd to join the makeshift band, so that some bold and curious ordinary people also joined Anson's team.

In a blink of an eye, the stage is just around the corner.

All the musicians who had musical instruments came on stage and deftly connected their instruments to the speakers; while those who joined later with empty hands stayed on the red carpet with the African drummers.

Anson turned around and came to the front of the stage, standing in front of the African drummers, one above and one below, and both of them signaled.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The light but dense beat significantly increases the difficulty. It does not require strength but does require rhythm.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

Over and over again, the subsequent drum beats gradually sounded, blending into the majestic and orderly rhythm behind them. The two sounds complemented each other but were completely different, one strong and one weak, interweaving together, colliding to create layers of air waves, like a roaring ocean, and the golden sunlight evolved into a raging storm.

(End of this chapter)