The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1168 Wandering Song
Yea.

The back door of the bar was pushed open, and the cold wind blew in with snowflakes. A warm heat wave hit my face, and my fingers and toes felt numb. I hurriedly closed the back door, and the world became quiet again.

"good evening."

"Hey Anson, good evening, it's a lousy day out today."

"Indeed, it was sunny in the afternoon, but suddenly the whole world went completely dark in the evening. It made people wonder how big the hole in the sky was, and they didn't know how long this snow would last."

"God, I hate winter. But seeing you here makes me feel a little better."

"Oh, Jim, my look today is very well done, okay?"

"What style? A hobo style?"

“A look that looks like it’s not dressed up, but is actually dressed up.”

"Who was the reference? The pigeon lady from 'Home Alone 2'?"

"Bingo. Correct answer. Looks like my hard work paid off."

There was a lot of back and forth talk, mixed with complaints and jokes, and the atmosphere was particularly lively.

At this moment, standing in front is a young man in his early twenties, Jim-Colby, a bar waiter.

He has a weird dog-bitten hairdo that shows the edges of his personality and an impatient expression on his face. He is at the age where he hates the world.

Jim looked at it roughly and then carefully, but still couldn't believe it:

The man in front of him was actually Anson Wood.

A white T-shirt, a white collarless shirt, and a light gray plaid collarless shirt are layered together, and a dark gray knee-length cape jacket is draped over it.

His messy short hair is like a bird's nest, and every strand of hair has its own ideas, stretching out stubbornly; his sloppy beard covers half of his cheek, making him look haggard and tired, with his face submerged in the hair.

A pair of dirty boots recorded the medals of a long journey, and on his shoulders was a black guitar case, looking dusty.

He just stood there in front of me, without any other cover.

However, Jim still doubted his eyes and did not dare to trust his own judgment.

Anson Wood?

The famous Anson actually looked so miserable and embarrassed?
"hehe."

Jim gave a forced smile.

"But I can understand that you need to hide your true identity. Otherwise, if you are accidentally recognized, the bar will probably be flooded with people."

Anson didn't believe it, "Are you sure?"

"I believe you should have told a few friends and spread the news."

Jim's eyes widened, "Are you doubting my character?"

Before Anson could speak, a girl with a ponytail next to him came into the kitchen and interrupted, "Jim told his next-door neighbor."

“I told my good friend too.”

Jim: …

He stared at Anson blankly, unable to explain himself, and finally turned around and shouted helplessly.

"Rebecca!"

Rebecca-Jones forced a smile at Jim. "If the Buffalo wings for table six aren't served, I don't know what I'm going to say."

"And, Anson, you have five minutes to get ready to go on stage."

Without waiting for a reaction, Rebecca had already turned around and left the kitchen with two plates and four glasses of beer, and she kept moving without stopping for too long.

Anson looked at Jim's flickering eyes and guilty profile and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry."

"I mean, even if you guys spread the word, the crowds wouldn't have been able to fill up the bar."

"Either no one believes it, or my appeal is not strong enough."

"Or maybe people came and looked for you seriously, but couldn't find the real person, so they turned away angrily, thinking that you were talking nonsense." "I believe Edward must have spread the news secretly outside."

"It's a shame that it didn't help the bar business much. I don't know whether I should feel sorry for him or for myself."

"Edward", the owner of this bar.

Jim couldn't help laughing.

But then, Jim realized that he had been exposed and quickly controlled himself.

Clearing his throat, Jim remained serious, "I need to go out and help or Rebecca will really explode. Good luck tonight and wish for a broken leg."

After turning around, Jim still couldn't control himself and burst into laughter again.

Finally, it became quiet.

This is downtown Manhattan in New York, or more precisely, the East Village.

Painting. Music. Writing. Acting. Dancing.

All kinds of art are nurtured here, naturally including underground singers.

Once upon a time, in the 1960s, different music genres such as folk, country, rock, etc. sprouted and developed here and entered the public eye.

Including Bob Dylan. Including Johnny Cash.

They all performed in the taverns here and embarked on their superstar careers.

And, it continues to this day.

Although hip-hop, graffiti, vinyl, drama and other art lovers are migrating to Brooklyn due to the high cost of land in Manhattan, downtown is still an important gathering place for underground art.

Anson was inspired by director Woody Allen.

Woody was a jazz lover, loyal supporter and advocate who had been performing saxophone in a tavern in downtown New York.

Persist for more than ten years.

Without disguise, mask or alias, he went to the pub to attend jazz performances every day for ten years as himself.

Of course, only once a week, after all, that wasn't how he made a living.

If avid movie fans are interested, anyone can go to the pub to watch the live performance and get up close and personal with this weird little old man.

This inspired Anson and he decided to perform in the bar.

Along the way, Anson has benefited a lot from following Johnny Cash's footsteps and experiencing the life of a musician in time and space.

However, he was always a spectator, like an outsider, watching from the outside, without really entering that world and experiencing their lives firsthand.

Therefore, Anson hopes that he can get into the role and experience it for real.

Anson went to Warner Records and had a deep understanding of the bar performance ecology in downtown Manhattan with professionals, and then visited the bar himself. Finally, he decided on this place and recommended himself to the bar owner.

Every night, he performs here for thirty minutes under the name "Levien Davis."

Apparently, Anson was not prepared to use his own name for promotion, so the performance was scheduled for the early evening, when he would serve as the warm-up act.

In a blink of an eye, a whole week passed and the performance failed to stir up any waves.

Everything went back to August 31st when the band was on a street tour in Europe; and this time, Anson was the only one on the stage.

Although the live performance did not stir up any waves, Anson enjoyed the time very much.

If street performances are a wandering and an adventure, then bar performances are about narrowing the distance among familiar people and establishing a connection between the stage and the audience.

At least Anson became friends with the bar's waiter and owner.

Life, swaying in anxiety, yet striving to move forward in chaos, this feeling allowed Anson to open a gap and peek into the world of Johnny Cash.

Anson also gradually calmed down, left the glamour of the world of fame and fortune, felt the touch of his feet on the ground again, and grasped the focus of life.

Next, it’s time for the show again.

(End of this chapter)