The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2097 Seamless Integration

The light was completely focused on Anson, making it impossible to look away.

Niles began to doubt his own judgment. In this scene, Ginnifer was the one standing in the spotlight, while Anson was hidden in the shadows.

The reason is very simple: Vivian is the one who triggers the emotional outburst, while Johnny is the passive party, so the spotlight should be on Ginnifer.

However, Niles's gaze never left Anson from beginning to end.

Vivian should have been the one to sympathize with, but what I saw was Johnny's struggle and helplessness. No lighting, no facial expressions or movements were needed; the state he conveyed was so rich, so complex, and so turbulent that it easily captured my attention and evoked a sense of resonance within me.

"Wow."

Niles couldn't help but marvel at when the movie was filmed, as Anson had undergone such a complete transformation, looking so stunning.

Niles regained his composure. He wondered if he had developed a bias towards Anson because of their recent interactions, and perhaps that bias was very strong, which was why he had unconsciously developed feelings for him. As a film critic, he needed to remain calm and objective.

However, it didn't take long before Niles was completely engulfed in the storm—

Johnny was aware of the life crisis, but ultimately he couldn't give up.

Previously, he would always pass by a recording studio and see singers coming and going, but he never had the courage; now he finally forced himself to push open that door and earned himself an audition opportunity.

Despite her anxiety, Vivian still prepared a suit and tie for Johnny, dressed him in all black, and headed to the recording studio.

Johnny and his two friends, Luther and Marshall, arrived at Sun Records and sang a gospel song.

In legends, geniuses always make a stunning debut, but this time, the legend didn't happen; Sam Phillips rejected Johnny outright.

Because it is "all the same and has no unique features".

Johnny believed that Sam was challenging his beliefs, and the two clashed, almost to the point of explosion.

Sam laughed, giving Johnny a sharp rebuke. He wanted to hear the truth, he wanted to hear Johnny's own voice, and he only had one chance.

Nervous, apprehensive, and uneasy, Johnny ultimately gritted his teeth.

Marshall and Luther behind him panicked. They had only ever played the gospel with Johnny before, and that was all. They had no idea what Johnny would sing next, let alone play along. So what should they do?
Johnny had no time to explain; he had to seize the opportunity before him, his only chance. He simply told Marshall and Luther to act accordingly, took a breath, and then began to sing.

Carefully and nervously, without needing to say a word, Johnny's slightly trembling voice revealed all the emotions deep within his heart.

Without any accompaniment, not even the guitar Johnny was holding, he began to sing a cappella, ignoring Sam's gaze and immersing himself in his own world.

That was none other than "Folson Prison Blues," the very melody that Johnny first created after watching a documentary in the army.

With a voice that is weathered yet fragile, lonely yet poignant, it infuses the notes with energy, gradually filling the soul with color. Every word and every syllable seems to possess power, evolving into a flowing melody.

One person, one voice, that's enough.

The face on the big screen crossed the bridge of music and entered a whole new world, effortlessly drawing everyone in the Lumière Hall into Johnny's world.

When everything fell silent, Niles completely lost the ability to think.

For a moment, Niles couldn't quite tell whether it was the charm of the music, the charm of the performance/singing, or the charm of the actors and the lighting.

But does it matter? Not at all. The only important thing is to be completely immersed in it, to feel it with your heart, to let your thoughts run wild.

At home, Vivian tossed and turned, unable to sleep until late at night. Johnny hadn't returned, and she didn't know what to do.

boom!
The kitchen door was pushed open, and a figure appeared. The sudden, unexpected sound startled the entire Lumière hall, like a jump scare from a horror movie—

A figure rushed in, but it was unclear from the shadows, making it impossible to identify.

Just then, a rumble of thunder accompanied by lightning ripped through the sky, tearing through the darkness, and a silver halo fell down, making the figure instantly clear.

He was dressed in black, with wet black hair hanging down his back. He was soaked through, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water, looking disheveled and pathetic.

But those eyes were so bright and so deep, like starstones, shining even in the darkest night, instantly silencing everyone in the room.

Dangerous yet sexy, passionate yet intense, the image of "The Notebook," which became a hot topic during last summer's movie season, instantly came to mind. Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams had a memorable scene of embracing tightly in the rain, but the scene before me was even more impactful.

In an instant, everyone in the Lumière Hall held their breath. The captivating interplay of light and shadow seemed to freeze time and space, their eyes glued to the large screen.

This time, it's not just about singing or music.

Vivian stood up quickly, staring blankly at Johnny. "Where did you go?"

Johnny turned on the kitchen light, the pale yellow glow dispelling the darkness. He was somewhat dazed, his eyes seemingly immersed in the lake water, staring absently at Vivian.

Vivian, however, didn't notice those details and instead showed a hint of disgust, "Are you drunk?"

Johnny shook his head slightly.

Vivian was a little angry, crossing her arms over her chest. "What happened?"

Johnny said softly, “He doesn’t like our gospel songs.” Vivian almost cried. “So I sang a song I wrote myself.”

“We recorded an album, Vivi.”

Johnny stepped into the shadows of the corridor, disappearing completely until only his silhouette remained.

Vivian couldn't believe her ears; her expression was completely stunned.

Johnny emerged from the darkness and entered the glow of the bedroom—

Calm, mysterious, and sexy, the halo flows down like a waterfall, delicately outlining the lines of the body and expression, hair, eyes, jaw, chest. In the inaudible roar, the heart stops beating, reason completely disappears, and one is hopelessly captivated by those eyes.

The tension was so intense it almost burst off the big screen. Anson was Johnny, and Johnny was Anson. But what was even more unbelievable was that Anson had infused Johnny with an unprecedented charm, romantic yet dangerous, like a flame burning fiercely.

It made my mouth dry and my heart pound; the urge to fly like a moth to a flame was almost uncontrollable.

then.

The entire Lumière Hall watched intently as Johnny stopped, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing before Vivian, he strained to suppress the surging excitement in his deep, powerful voice, "I mean, a real, real record."

Everything stopped at that moment.

(End of this chapter)