The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1523 Sailing Through the Waves
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Boom, boom, boom.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Boom, boom, boom.

The two rhythms interweave and collide with each other, stirring up layers of air waves. Everything, just like "Don't Be Serious", makes every audience member become a part of the band, the music, and the performance; just like the August 31st band, stripping off the gorgeousness and cumbersomeness, returning to the charm of the instruments themselves.

In front of me are the drum beats.

Relying on only one "instrument", it displays layers and depth, while completely different colors are harmoniously and naturally interwoven, transforming into a new vitality.

Involuntarily, fanatically.

Reason, work, and all the miscellaneous emotions disappeared. I even forgot to cheer for Anson's appearance. I just... became music.

At this time, Anson stood up straight, turned around and returned to the center of the stage, raised his hands, like a conductor, attracting all the attention and aura of the audience.

Then, he slammed his hands down.

boom!
In the four corners of the square area centered on the Radio Concert Hall, four big drums appeared at some point and started beating simultaneously following the conductor.

The roar rolled in and swept across the entire venue.

On the stage, the ragtag military band began to play. The melody rushed down, filling the entire venue in an instant, and the whole world was swallowed up by the roar.

"Sail!"

Anson grabbed the microphone and roared. His slightly hoarse voice exploded with simple words and was full of power.

In an instant, thousands and millions of eyes were burning at this moment.

"This is how I show you love, all in my head because…baby it's all my ADD."

The lazy and vicissitudes of life voice was torn apart in the roaring waves of the whole audience, instantly tearing open a corner of the cloudless blue sky, and the golden sunlight exploded all over the sky and the ground. The lingering tail note jumped rapidly between the beating of the heart and the trembling of the soul, shaking uncontrollably.

Drum beats and rhythms, melodies and heat waves, entangle and collide, burn wantonly, the grandeur and vastness of the universe push the boundaries of the brain's imagination endlessly.

"That's what the angels are crying, blame it on my sick pride, blame it on my ADD, baby."

The light and casual singing does not seem to expend too much effort, but reveals a tenacity among the twists and turns. The singer stands up straight in sadness, clenches his teeth in pain, and looks up at the stars in despair. The fragile and contradictory power releases powerful energy between the notes and the pronunciation.

However, it’s not just about watching.

When everyone at the scene beat their hands, when they became part of the performance, the melody seemed to penetrate the skin, invade the soul and spread. The struggle between darkness and light, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, sometimes refreshing and sometimes painful, firmly grasped the heart.

There was a buzzing sound in my mind.

I completely lost my mind and myself. On the one hand, I felt as if I was disconnected from my body, my soul had left my body, and I was caught up in the storm of the universe. On the other hand, I felt as if I had evolved into a note, becoming part of the melody. The hearty feeling of catharsis brought me a pleasure that cannot be described in words.

Then, release——

"Sail!"

A roar and a growl went straight to the top of the head, making the whole body feel comfortable.

"Sail!"

Open your arms, soar with the wind, break free from the endless mud and swamp of life, and embrace freedom.

"Sail!"

They are so small, trapped in the cage of real life, where trivialities and daily necessities are everything, and they can see the end of their lives at a glance. They are also so magnificent, exploring the unknown and taking risks bravely in the vast universe. Life has infinite possibilities, and only oneself can trap oneself.

My heart is pounding and my blood is boiling.

Undoubtedly, this is still a typical August 31st band, showing grandeur and magnificence through the collision of musical instruments and the atmosphere of the arrangement; but this is not a typical August 31st band, simplifying the complex, returning to basics, stripping away the cumbersome and gorgeous, and returning to a simple appearance.

Who can refuse?
"Maybe I should scream for help, maybe I should kill myself, baby it's all my ADD."

"Maybe I'm a freak, maybe I wasn't listening, baby it's my ADD."

My emotions are surging and my passion is burning.

Then, I couldn't control myself anymore -

"Sail!"

The moment Nicholas heard his own voice burst out of his throat, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

A little bit of shame, a little bit of restraint, a little bit of excitement, a little bit of recklessness, a little bit of madness.

He also didn't expect that after working as a reporter for so many years and claiming to have seen many ups and downs in Hollywood and experienced all the vicissitudes of life, he would no longer be easily moved by the passionate narratives of Vanity Fair. He would not be fooled because he had already seen through the truth. This was just a job.

However, at this moment, a pure emotion that cannot be accurately described in words broke through.

Life is so short and so long. The end is already predetermined, but no one stipulates how the process should be completed. They themselves are the only ones who have the right to speak in the narrative. They can be idle and muddleheaded and go with the flow. They can blame the heavens and the earth and shirk their responsibilities and give up on themselves. They can also bravely explore and take risks actively. They can also embrace their own truth and truly live out their true selves.

Every present moment will become the past, and every present moment will be built into the future. In the limited length of life, there is no time to fear and no time to hesitate. Grasp every moment firmly and regain the original color and energy of life.

Even if there is a violent storm, even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks, even if the waves are raging, we must set sail.

Unstoppable! Unstoppable! Never stop!

Like a moth to a flame! Smashed to pieces! Burned to ashes!

"Sail!"

Nicholas admitted his embarrassment, stood in the crowd with tears in his eyes and sang loudly, looking like a young boy who had just started out.

But again, Nicholas enjoyed the moment wholeheartedly, shining with all his energy.

From the introduction of "Cat and Mouse" to its equal status with "The Butterfly Effect" and then to its side-by-side sailing with "Spider-Man 2", Anson uses film as a medium and premieres as a stage to truly let the audience who love movies feel the spiritual power in artistic creation and awaken the passion deep in their souls.

"Sail!"

Nicholas even forgot to wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he did not observe the eyes of others, because at this moment, he did not care and did not need to care about the opinions of others. This was his own moment.

Everything is extremely simple and pure, yet it collides with incredible power in the singing and melody. Everyone can find a fragment of their own soul in the magnificent melody. The hazy vision reflects the sun's rays and lights up the stage.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Beating, jumping, crying, and reveling.

At this moment, no one is exempt.

The scene was vast and boundless, evolving into a gorgeous and dazzling starry sky, and the boundless universe spread out before the eyes.

Uncontrollably, involuntarily, outside the blockade, eyes quietly gathered, and people and vehicles stopped and looked in the same direction.

Even the whole of New York briefly pressed the pause button.

Note 1: Sail (Awolnation)

(End of this chapter)