The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2028 Unique
"Anson?"

"Anson!"

The side platform was bustling with noise and excitement.

A surging crowd surged forward, high-fiving, hugging, and fist bumping—everyone was praising Anson in their own way.

Let's party!
Without a doubt, this was a grand event, and anyone who witnessed it from beginning to end could truly feel the pure happiness and joy—it was all so simple.

Cheers, screams, shouts—there was something for everyone. Smiling faces filled the field of vision, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere, making one's mood soar.

Anson let out a soft breath—

at last!

During this period, his schedule was packed, and he was constantly on the go. Not to mention rehearsals, he couldn't even get a proper rest. He couldn't even remember the last time he had a good night's sleep. In addition, he had to avoid paparazzi and prepare for performances. The pressure was so great that he kept breaking out in pimples, and his body was protesting severely.

Anson could clearly feel the tension and anxiety. He hadn't felt this way when preparing for the Grammys, but the pressure gradually accumulated, like a snowball rolling downhill, eventually turning into an invisible shadow that enveloped him, leaving no room to breathe and no way to escape.

Even when sleeping, I am still restless.

Now, a huge weight has been lifted off our shoulders. The idea of ​​rehearsing simultaneously in Seattle and Los Angeles worked perfectly, and the performance went without a hitch.

All the hardships and struggles of the journey have been worthwhile. The happiness and satisfaction I feel at this moment are indescribable. Just like completing a movie, the sense of fulfillment and happiness from performing on stage is overwhelming, making it all worthwhile.

Turning around, Anson looked at the beaming Beyoncé and Antonio—

Actually, they were serious about going to Paris to attend Fashion Week, and they were serious about rehearsing with Anson. If it weren't for their help, today's performance wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

“Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.” Anson gave them each a hug. “You didn’t need to cooperate with my schedule at all…”

Antonio grinned. "You didn't need to give us an invitation to the Dior fashion show at all. Let me tell you, my agent and PR people were stunned. They couldn't get an invitation anywhere in Hollywood, and I actually got one. All my friends are incredibly envious of me."

One item for another, a fair exchange, each getting what they need.

In Antonio's view, everything was perfectly normal.

Beyoncé peeked out slightly. "If we had refused, there would have been no show tonight. Honestly, I think I got a good deal; I got two benefits for one condition."

It's clear that Beyoncé is in a bright mood.

Anson's lips curled up, and he stopped being polite. He knew that the most difficult part of collaborations between top brands was mutual accommodation and cooperation. Exchanging benefits was one thing, but whether one was willing to do so under the influence of pride and self-esteem was another. The fact that Beyoncé and Antonio did not make things difficult for Anson was the most commendable thing.

But saying thank you too much would sound too formal and polite, so he didn't insist. "Shall we have dinner together sometime to celebrate the success of tonight's performance?"

Antonio understood immediately and blurted out a joke, "May I order truffles?"

Before any response could be heard, a commotion erupted from the crowd, and a thunderous voice crashed down like a striking bell.

"Anson... Anson! Anson!!!" With a deafening roar, the explosion occurred instantly. There was no time to react. The staff member had already pulled Anson back along the path they had just taken on the side stage, communicating with the director through the headset: "Anson is going on stage. Five-second countdown. Lights ready."

Beyoncé and Antonio were completely baffled.

But at that moment, Anson felt a wave of heat erupt from behind him, rolling towards him and propelling his body forward. Before he could react, the curtain in front of him was already drawn back, and he felt a gentle pushing force as his feet crashed headfirst into the dazzling lights in front of him.

The next second, thunderous applause erupted—

clap clap clap!clap clap clap!
The blazing lights and heatwave crashed down on him, instantly enveloping Anson, his chaotic thoughts clinging to a rope amidst the chaos.

Having experienced a similar situation at the Grammys, and being a seasoned veteran, Anson was noticeably more composed when faced with this predicament again. He regained his balance, identified his direction, and walked towards the prince. They had just brushed past each other on the side stage, without even having time to greet each other or exchange glances.

At this moment, an opportunity finally arose. Unexpectedly, from the Grammys to the Oscars, there was still a chance to reunite.

Recently, Anson has noticed that he is encountering familiar faces more and more often. When he sees an acquaintance again, his smile naturally rises.

The prince remained concise and to the point, handing the item to Anson and saying, "Congratulations." He gently patted Anson's arm and, without giving Anson a chance to respond, stepped back to create some distance.

Anson felt a heavy object in his hand, and before he could figure it out, he turned and stood in front of the microphone. Only then did he have time to carefully examine the scene before him.

A sea of ​​people stood up and burst into thunderous applause.

Kate, who was standing right next to him, whistled and smiled broadly, seemingly even happier than Anson. Only then did he see the cameras pointed at Kirsten Dunst, James Franco, Sam Raimi, and others behind him, and that definite feeling gradually dragged his body back to the ground.

Looking down, Anson saw the little golden statue in his hand, and then all his thoughts and ideas rushed into his head like a tidal wave.

He won an award, an Oscar.

This doesn't feel real at all. How did he win an award? He won on his first nomination and first appearance? After so much entanglement with the Academy, almost everyone thought they had completely fallen out, and even stand-up comedy used these issues as fuel. How did it all end like this?
In any previous situation, no matter how surprising or unexpected, there was always some underlying pattern. But right now, Anson was completely dumbfounded.

For a moment, he even wondered if he was dreaming—

However, as the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. He wasn't that eager for an Oscar statuette, and even in his dreams, there was no need to be so thirsty, was there?

As I clenched my fist, the edges and weight of the little golden statuette gradually became clearer, transmitted through my fingertips to my heart.

Amidst the chaos and clamor, Anson suddenly looked up. Had he really won the award?
Only then did he notice that the applause had gradually subsided, and all eyes were focused on him. He then realized something very important.

What should I say when I receive an award?
For once, Anson was dumbfounded. He had not expected this situation at all. "Uh, sorry, I thought this was a prank, so I haven't decided yet whether I should cry or laugh, or just turn around and leave to refuse to play this game with you. Please give me some time."

Sincere. Frank. Direct.

The entire audience burst into laughter. His words, voice, and expressions were so genuine, and the self-deprecating humor he conveyed made the laughter unstoppable.

This is Anson Wood, a one-of-a-kind individual.

(End of this chapter)