The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1525 Hidden Surprise
From peak to trough, from confusion to determination, from climbing to falling, from freezing to burning.

Ups and downs, twists and turns.

Finally, all emotions were released and exploded in the melody. The whole world was spinning at high speed, dazzling like a kaleidoscope, and the mind was roaring.

"Sail!" (Note 1)

Giving up is not the answer; sailing is.

At this moment, the performance entered a state without decoration or embellishment. Not only the melody, but also the lyrics returned to their original simplicity, with only the simplest sentence:
"Sail!"

Anson used a hoarse and deep singing voice that he had never used before to show his transformation in the past six months. He was on the verge of breaking his voice but skillfully pulled the limit of emotion. The singing that was on the edge of danger rubbed out a thin layer of goose bumps on the eardrums, and the shiver ran from the soles of his feet to his scalp, wave after wave.

can not stop!

"Sail!"

The surging and turbulent tide hits down on one's head, the drum beats flow in the blood, the rhythm jumps on the fingertips, the melody stirs in the depths of the soul, those tenacity and perseverance, those indomitable spirit and high spirits, evolve into an indomitable fighting spirit.

In the storm, persevere resolutely.

then!

Put an end to it, stop it abruptly, cut it off at the peak moment, and end it cleanly and neatly.

The lingering sound of the song, which remains in the air, continues to roll and swell amid the slowly sinking drum beats and performance, settling into the depths of the soul.

I was dazed and dizzy, and could hardly stand still. I was panting and sweating. The whole venue was filled with heat and steam. My eyes were shaky and I stared at the figure on the stage like a life-saving rope. I barely stabilized my center of gravity, and my mind was blank as I looked up, worshiping him.

The next second, Anson straightened his back, held his head high, and the light in his eyes enveloped the entire audience. He was like a giant standing tall, using all his strength to release energy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Anson Wood!"

boom!
Sound, explosion.

Blair took a deep breath: A signal. That's the signal.

Although they did not understand the specific arrangements and detailed procedures for today, Eve had already informed them in advance that this was the signal they had been waiting for.

My thoughts are still surging and shocking. I am prostrating myself in front of the stage in worship. The grand and majestic emotions cannot be calmed down at all.

But the Blairs had not forgotten their mission, could not forget it, and refused to forget it.

"Gloria!"

Blair shouted, and immediately pulled off the white balloon that had been hanging on his clothes and threw it high into the air.

Gloria, Karen, Elaine and the others all reacted as well, and hurriedly pulled off their balloons and threw them into the air.

The white balloons thrown by Blair were like flares. The audience finally reacted one by one, seizing the afterglow of the passion and excitement, and pulled down the balloons and let them fly away.

Then, white balloons gradually gathered from few to many, and swept across the entire venue in the blink of an eye with lightning speed, like a flying clone of a white T-shirt, filling every corner of the Rockefeller Center with this white color.

Literally, in every corner! A storm suddenly descended on Manhattan, turning from auditory to visual, lighting up New York in another way.

White balloons?

Nicholas was slightly stunned: What's going on?

When he saw the sparse white balloons jumping and flipping above the crowd, his thoughts were so moved and shocked that he couldn't recover for a while. His brain stopped working and he was full of questions as he looked at these balloons in a disorderly manner.

Moreover, it was not a hydrogen balloon, but an ordinary balloon, so after the balloon was thrown up, it could not fly at all, and then fell down weakly. This scene was horrible, so pitiful and shabby.

However, Nicholas' sympathy lasted less than three seconds. The scene before him made his jaw droop gradually and turned into shock.

Gradually, more and more balloons began to be thrown upwards; and after those balloons that lacked strength and were unable to climb upwards fell down, the crowd below pushed the balloons up again, and like a game of pass the parcel, the white balloons began to jump and move continuously among the crowd.

One wave after another.

The white balloons in front of me began to play in an orderly manner like a musical fountain.

There are more and more balloons; the scene is getting bigger and bigger.

In just a short while, the balloon in his field of vision turned into an avalanche like a snowball. Nicholas began to doubt his eyes and couldn't believe it.

Three thousand balloons? Five thousand? Wait, ten thousand?

more than.

Far more than that!

It is impossible to count them just by looking at them. The sky and the ground are filled with white balloons, filling the entire world.

Finally, Nicholas finally remembered that most of the audience present today were wearing white T-shirts. At that time, Nicholas thought it was a basic promotional method and didn't think much about it. He also didn't think much about it when he inadvertently saw the audience in white T-shirts carrying a white balloon. In the campus festival, balloons can be seen everywhere and it is not a novelty. He took it for granted that this was a souvenir the audience got on the scene.

until now.

Nicholas was dumbfounded. He thought that as a professional reporter, he already knew today's premiere event inside and out.

Now it seems that he was a frog in a well, blinded by arrogance and prejudice, and completely misjudged the wonderfulness of today's feast.

Nicholas raised his hands and grabbed a white balloon with two lines of words written on it:
"unique.

Anson Wood."

Nicholas was stunned, and a shiver ran from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head. The bustling thoughts in his mind opened up completely, and he was caught in the shock.

Subconsciously, Nicholas pushed the white balloon into the air again. He looked up and saw white balloons rising and falling all over the sky and filling every corner. The entire Rockefeller Center had completely turned into a sea of ​​white balloons.

At this moment, a batch of white balloons were dumped from the top floors of the four high-rise buildings surrounding the Radio Concert Hall at the same time. The dense white balloons fell vertically from the top of the steel forest like a waterfall.

"The waterfall drops three thousand feet straight down, like the Milky Way falling from the sky."

The vast expanse of white balloons blocked the sunlight, and the world was plunged into darkness for a short time. But it did not last long. The golden sunlight penetrated the surging white balloons and sprinkled down. The constantly refracted and dancing light was gorgeous and colorful, dazzling, bizarre, and difficult to distinguish.

Is all this a dream or reality?

transfixed!

Not to mention others, even Nicholas himself was completely stunned. Surprises came one after another, subverting people's perceptions in all aspects.

Now, Nicholas's mind was blank, and all that was left was the white balloons filling his eyes. The impact was overwhelming, with a real sense of oppression. They first fell from the sky and then flooded the streets. This made them truly feel and experience it with their bodies, and firmly remember the impact of this scene.

From hearing to vision to touch, full immersion.

Note 1: Sail (Awolnation)

(End of this chapter)