The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1524 Summoning the Storm
Time stops for a moment and stays at Rockefeller Center.

At the beginning of the year, at the Staples Center, on the Grammy stage, on August 31st, the band performed "Don't Be Serious". Anson made the whole Los Angeles stop for a short time. The wheel of time stopped turning in those short ten minutes. Everything in the world stopped for that moment, and felt the shock with the soul.

In midsummer, the same scene was repeated, this time in the No. 1 city in North America:
new York.

The engines are still roaring; horns and protests are surging under the sunlight, and the rush and eagerness coming and going converge into a rushing river.

However, for a moment, a very, very brief moment, a sound rolled up with a heat wave and spread all the way from the direction of Rockefeller Center.

"Sail!" (Note 1)

Riding the wind and waves, heading towards the distant unknown, the courage and determination make the stars and the sun all pale in comparison, and awaken the dreams deep in every soul.

The hurried footsteps, the endless flow of wheels, and the souls overwhelmed by life all stopped briefly to listen to that voice.

Deep in my heart, in a tightly sealed and dusty corner, something is stirring, as if ready to break free from repression and bondage and breathe the air again.

This is not only the case on the streets, but also in the steel forests of high-rise buildings and the city skyline. People can't help but stop what they are doing.

I couldn't help but hold my breath and capture the sound circling under the sky.

All the chattering and gossip in the company's tea room was temporarily paused. I raised my chin slightly, stretched my ears, and carefully captured and searched. The sound was vague and seemed to come from the universe. I was distracted for a moment, but it seemed to come from the depths of my heart.

Close your eyes and search deep in your soul. The faint echo stirs in your blood, calling you over and over again, causing ripples.

"Sail!"

My fingertips felt numb. The desire, the excitement, the impulse, the thoughts of freedom, dreams and hope expanded at a lightning speed. Before my brain could react, it was like a supernova explosion, with a devastating force that destroyed the iron walls deep in my mind.

However, at this moment, just when the emotions were about to explode.

Anson's voice softened, and he rocked gently in the manner of humming a lullaby.

"La-la, la-la-la; la-la, la-la-la."

From surging passion to boundless tenderness, from climbing to the limit to vertical drop, the impact of free fall pulls the heart towards infinite splendor and warmth. The boundless golden sunlight slowly swallows itself, easily and effortlessly touching the wounds hidden deep in the soul.

The wound that I thought had been healed and forgotten long ago suddenly began to ache again. Suddenly, my breath was cut off and I melted and disintegrated in the blazing flames and sunlight, turning into ashes and disappearing into nothingness. The magnificent and powerful force actually shattered the darkness and made it disappear.

In an instant, the tense singing voice turned into a whisper, but a stronger and more tenacious force burst out from the soft humming, bringing the performance to a whole new level.

The sound that was quietly hovering over Manhattan disappeared. People scattered in every corner of the city tried to find the sound. They couldn't help but look for it eagerly and eagerly. One after another, they looked in the direction of Rockefeller Center, trying to find the sound again.

Rockefeller Center is no exception.

Without any call or instruction, the clapping stopped naturally. He stared at Anson in amazement, lost in the torrent of time, with the tenderness and passion, expectations and fears in his heart all torn into pieces.

Forget cheering and dancing for a moment, and just look up at that figure.

He opened his mouth slightly, like a fool, and stared at the sun in amazement. His eyes were immediately blurred by tears, and the warmth almost pierced his soul.

However, Anson held the microphone with both hands, and his whole body seemed like it would fall apart at any time. The microphone stand was the last force supporting his body, but he looked up at the sky and the sun fearlessly, shouting with all the energy in his body.

"Sail!"

The power, the explosion, the melody, the full roar, Gloria sang along with all her heart.

"Sail!"

As soon as the song came out of her throat, Gloria felt a shudder deep in her soul. A smile blossomed at the corners of her mouth, and she burst out with the courage to overcome all obstacles.

No matter how difficult, dark, long or painful the journey is, it cannot stop her from pursuing Anson's footsteps. That is hope, that is the dream, that is the future and that is the meaning of life.

"Sail!"

One after another, a passionate singing voice came to Gloria's ears.

Turning around, Gloria saw Blair's tearful face. Their eyes met and they both laughed wildly.

You look at me, I look at you, and we shout at each other with all our might—

Smile, bloom.

In a blink of an eye, the sound swept the entire venue.

No one was an exception; one after another, they sang in unison; the catchy melody was not difficult at all and the audience easily got into the song. After beating the rhythm with their hands, this time they became part of the performance in a more direct way and sang in unison.

The rolling heat waves swept across Manhattan and even the entire New York with an overwhelming force.

The world is revived and reborn from the ashes.

The voice appeared again, guiding the power deep in the soul to break free from its shackles and be reborn. The unbridled trembling vented out like a rainstorm.

A stream of gazes, from every corner of New York, gathers in the same direction, full of hope and expectation, full of joy and happiness. Regardless of whether they can see it with their own eyes or not, those gazes still penetrate the numerous obstacles of the steel forest, searching for the promised land that breeds hope amid the crowds and noise.

Subconsciously, I joined the group of people and partyed together, shouting at the top of my lungs, using all my strength.

"Sail!"

Not only Rockefeller Center, the mighty echo gathered from every corner of Manhattan, just like all the trickles of water flowing into the ocean, and finally became the vast and boundless sea, detonating a tsunami, and roaring between the sky and the universe.

In the center of the stage, Anson, who was watching this scene, smiled and expressed his appreciation in this way:
They have perfect understanding and work together to complete a wonderful performance.

Then, Anson did not continue singing, but handed the initiative to the audience. The deafening singing burst out with energy in repeated repetitions.

Anson grabbed the microphone stand and hummed softly.

"Maybe I should shout for help, maybe I should kill myself... Maybe I should shout for help, maybe I should kill myself..."

The broken and low singing voice is like the unconscious murmur from the depths of the soul, releasing the most painful, struggling and hideous darkness hidden in the darkness.

Should they really do this?
Emotions quietly settled down, sadness and bitterness rippled on the tip of the tongue, but there was no time to savor it carefully. Anson's singing overwhelmed the lingering echo of the whole audience, detonated in the microphone, and released completely. The surging energy burst on the eardrum in an instant, and the buzzing sound escaped into the depths of the soul.

"Sail!"

The storm is coming!
Note 1: Sail (Awolnation)

(End of this chapter)