The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2099 Meeting an opponent in chess

Light, cheerful, and jubilant.

Although the camera never focuses on Reese Witherspoon's feet, her lively spirit is evident in the movement of her hair. From her words to her actions to her eyes, she exudes a natural lightness, requiring no further words; the image of Joan Carter is already vividly portrayed.

A glance, a brush past each other—these are the simplest of actions, yet the director's camera doesn't deliberately focus on or exaggerate them, but you can already feel the sparks flying.

Joan Carter's ease and Johnny Cash's helplessness, one fiery and the other calm and collected, their brief contact barely constituted an interaction, yet they were able to exchange glances and follow each other through the air, their unspoken understanding overflowing.

"Wow!"

Roger Albert's eyes lit up slightly—

It appears simple and casual, without any technical difficulty; in reality, it simplifies complexity, making it seem effortless, with its characteristics and temperament fully integrated into every gesture and movement.

Reese and Joan Carter blended seamlessly, with no trace of acting. When Reese and Anson appeared in the same frame, the focus and overall feel were balanced, and Reese's presence wasn't overshadowed by Anson's brilliance. This was definitely a pleasant surprise.

He hadn't anticipated Anson, nor had he anticipated Reese.

Now, these two seemingly ordinary people have collided and generated tremendous energy, creating a vortex that has drawn in all the energy of the film, which is truly remarkable.

All eyes were on Johnny Cash and Joan Carter, with even the legendary Elvis Presley relegated to a supporting role in the story.

really.

After the performance, Johnny was about to get something to eat when he unexpectedly saw Joan Carter in the restaurant. To be precise, Joan Carter was on the phone, looking exhausted and pale, a far cry from her energetic and vibrant stage persona. Her whole demeanor seemed to have dimmed.

Unintentional casual conversation and polite greetings inadvertently touched upon hidden wounds deep within the heart.

Joan Carter joked that she was just an ordinary singer with no talent, and that her parents believed her younger sister Anita was the future star, so she learned to be funny in order to gain a foothold on stage.

Johnny casually mentioned Jack, only to realize that he hadn't talked about Jack in a very long time and had almost forgotten his existence.

Even though Johnny had a smile on his lips, Joan Carter could see sadness in his eyes. "John, you're tired, aren't you?"

Just one sentence, and Johnny was stunned. He thought he should be happy, he thought he was celebrating that his dream of singing had become a reality.

But he couldn't help but nod slightly; the bizarre and dazzling world of entertainment had almost drained all his energy.

Joan Carter looked at Johnny. “Everything will slow down. It will.” She smiled, her lips curving upwards, but a hint of melancholy and bitterness lingered in her eyes.

Life was getting better; he had a new house, new furniture, and his material conditions were improving. However, Johnny was becoming more and more tired and empty, as if he had been drained. When he returned home after the tour, he tried to relax and enjoy everything he had dreamed of.

However, Johnny discovered that he and Vivian had nothing left to say to each other.

Vivian was pregnant again, but what worried her was the girls on the tour. Explicit and nauseating letters were being sent home sack after sack, and her eyes were filled with unease and speculation when she looked at Johnny.

Johnny simply didn't have the energy to deal with Vivian's suspicions.

The conversation turned into an argument, and finally into a conflict. Johnny didn't even know what he had said, but in the end, the two parted on bad terms.

When he embarked on another tour, Johnny struggled to breathe in the fresh air, his heart pounding uncontrollably as he followed the figure of Joan Carter.

When Joan Carter circled Johnny's songs in the newspaper rankings, and when she gave him the book she had just finished reading, he was moved.

Lost in his passion, he moved closer, attempting to take further action.

Joan Carter dodged, not only shifting her position but also pushing his chest away. "John," she said, her voice restrained yet soft, tinged with weariness. She lowered her head slightly, struggling with her emotions. "I just ended a terrible marriage, and the whole world is talking about me." She tried her best to control herself, not revealing too much vulnerability, but her eyes still stung, making her panic. She took a deep breath.

“This is none of my business, but you seem to have a happy family.”

Johnny was taken aback. Under Joan Carter's gaze, he hurriedly looked away and said instinctively, "I'm sorry, it was just a moment of impulse."

"A moment of impulse?" Joan Carter's voice rose slightly at the end.

Johnny raised an eyebrow and said in a flippant tone, "Yes."

Joan Carter chuckled. "You wear black because you can't find any other colors? You started singing because you're bad at playing instruments?"

A mocking tone, a hint of sarcasm, and a touch of contempt: "You just wanted to kiss me because... it was just a momentary impulse?"

Johnny could see his own face reflected in Joan Carter's pupils, and he stared at her blankly, slowly succumbing to the light in her eyes.

"Occasionally, you need to take responsibility for the consequences of your actions."

However, Johnny was clearly not paying attention; he didn't notice what Joan Carter was saying at all, and was just staring into those eyes, trying to try a second time.

Joan Carter moved away again and whispered, "John."

Quick and decisive, she pressed her head against Johnny's cheek and gently pulled away.

Johnny closed his eyes, a hint of panic and helplessness showing between his brows, yet he still couldn't bear to leave, trying to hold onto that warm touch with his cheek.

The matter seemed to have come to an end, but the lingering tensions still lingered in the air.

It originates from emotion, but is restrained by propriety.

They both held their breath. Johnny's tall and strong body showed signs of fragility and exhaustion, and he could barely stand, leaning on Joan Carter.

It was only then that Niles realized he had been holding his breath the whole time. His thoughts finally came back to him, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

My palms were covered in sweat.

Those tensions, those pulls, those entanglements—that's what they've been searching for, the chemistry between the actors and their roles.

A single glance, a single gesture, moments with lines, moments without pauses between lines—the overflowing emotions surged in the air, making one's heart stop beating completely.

Just a moment ago, even though both of them lowered their eyelids and avoided eye contact, you could clearly see each other's reflections in their pupils.

Just like Joan Carter's rationality, everyone knows it's wrong, but their hearts can't resist the urge to fly like moths to a flame and set the world ablaze.

Reduced to ashes!
Then, the world burst into flames, starting with Johnny himself.

The struggle and frustration of being rejected drove Johnny to abandon his reason. He turned to alcohol, drugs, and adventure, crossing the line and plunging himself into a torrent of chaos.

As a result, the performance began to become flamboyant and manic, and the reins of reason were completely broken.

Then, a complete collapse—

When a woman's last line of defense crumbles, he opens his arms to flesh and blood, thus sliding into the endless dark abyss of fame and fortune.

(End of this chapter)