The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1173 Of course
It's only thirty minutes, so the performance isn't that long.

What's more, happy moments are always extremely short. Before we have time to savor them, we are just immersed in them, and they are over in the blink of an eye.

"…Thank you, the show ends today."

Without a long speech, Anson ended the performance neatly.

In the tavern, two audience members came up with glasses of wine, enthusiastically and cheerfully praised Anson's performance tonight, and asked Anson if he had any records.

Anson was not surprised by this scene.

The same thing happened during the previous street tour in Europe. People would stop to enjoy the performance, and if they liked it, they would buy a record to keep as a collection.

This is an interesting thing.

At the turn of the millennium, although digital music is emerging, people are still keen on buying physical albums.

It is not only a listening habit, but also a collection, a lifestyle and a cultural composition. Vinyl records, walkman, radio, etc., listen to the music slowly flowing out. Even if you can't randomly choose your favorite songs, instead, you can calm down and listen to an entire album from beginning to end in order.

That is why when singers make albums, they must consider the overall integrity and even the order of the songs.

An album is a whole, a concept and a story.

Twenty years later, this habit has gradually been changed, broken and overturned.

Because of the convenience and speed of digital music, people often do not have enough patience to listen to a complete album, but instead randomly choose the songs they like; naturally, more and more singers focus on the main songs, the overall quality of the albums declines, and fewer and fewer people are willing to buy physical albums.

Finally, a vicious cycle is formed.

The change of any culture is never a simple matter, and it often bears the mark of the times.

When Anson returned to the millennium, he thought he would not be able to adapt. There were no smartphones, no digital music, no streaming media, and even the convenience of transportation had deteriorated. He could feel "inconvenience" everywhere in life.

The reality is not so.

Not only has Anson adapted perfectly, but to be honest, he likes his current life even more -

Everything seems more real.

The most obvious and direct one is the connection between people.

As the convenience of the Internet becomes more and more obvious, people often hide behind the Internet and communicate in the virtual world with a nickname and an avatar.

Over time, we become uncomfortable facing real people in real life, so that social distance in the real world becomes more and more obvious.

However, things are different now.

Looking at the two enthusiastic faces in front of me, so real and so close, I can clearly feel their emotions from their eyes and smiles.

It was obvious that they really enjoyed the show tonight.

Anson gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I haven't released any works yet."

"You should." said the young man with long hair.

At the side, the man with a goatee looked at Anson seriously, "Indeed, such excellent music should be heard by more people."

The long-haired young man nodded repeatedly. "Just like the band August 31st. Gold will eventually shine. Talented people like you deserve more attention. More importantly, we deserve better music."

Sincere, warm and pure.

Anson's heart also relaxed. "Thank you. I hope there will be such a day; and I hope that when that day comes, we can meet again." After a few simple greetings and courtesies, Anson hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step forward and walked towards the seats of Annie, Jack and others.

Before he could get close enough, Anson could already see the bright light in Anne's eyes, which made the corners of his mouth rise.

"Hey, good evening."

Anne stood up suddenly, but because she was too anxious, she almost overturned the entire wine table.

She frantically held onto the table, and Anson also frantically held onto the table. The three people next to them stared at the chaos in front of them with shock on their faces.

The air froze for a second.

Anson let out a long sigh. He had finally avoided a disaster. "So, how did it go tonight? Did everything go well?"

Anne took a deep breath and said, "Are you talking about the incident where I almost overturned the table? I guess we should ask the person involved."

A little self-deprecation successfully resolved the embarrassment.

Anson looked at the three people next to him and saw the beer spilled. Everyone was scrambling to wipe it with tissues. He smiled and said, "If anyone needs to use the bathroom, it's best to go over and grab a seat now."

Jack, who had been watching carefully from the side, had always been a little suspicious because the lights in the tavern were not bright, but now he was finally sure.

He took a step forward, opened his arms, and hugged Anson warmly. He even jumped on Anson like a sloth and grabbed Anson's neck.

Full of joy.

"Hey man, I knew it was you."

As he yelled, he turned to look at Claire and Ryan.

"I told you, it's Anson."

"Oh, shit, he's James Bond now, on a secret mission. Sorry, 007, I guess we should keep our mouths shut and not blow your cover."

Cheerful, lively, enthusiastic and playful.

Although Jack is usually like this, when he is emotional, he is like a firework that blooms wildly, and it is really not easy for others to keep up with his rhythm.

But tonight, it's a little exaggerated.

Even Anson had not expected this and was caught off guard. Jack was like a tornado, roaring past him so violently that Anson was stunned.
Did he miss something?
Today was the first time Anson and Jack met in half a year. Not to mention meeting in person, there was not even a phone call or a message.

To be precise, this was the first time the two had met since Anson was injured on the set of "Spider-Man 2".

During this time, something happened. Jack never came to visit Anson from beginning to end, and planned to stab Anson in the back and take away his role.

And then, here we are.

Everything is just like the scene before my eyes. From the last second to this second, things are not connected. There are a series of links missing in the middle, but they are all in place in one step.

Jack was hanging on Anson.

So, this is Jack's reaction, as if nothing had happened, as if the quarrel between him and Kristen had not happened, as if the sensational casting change this summer had nothing to do with him, as if they were still close friends who could talk about anything?
Is there something wrong with things?

However, looking at Jack again, he was so natural, so warm and friendly. For a moment, Anson was not sure whether he should praise Jack for his excellent acting skills or doubt himself for judging others by his own standards.
Anson laughed dumbly and patted Jack on the back, "Be careful, I have never practiced ballet. The next second, we may both destroy ourselves."

A little joke instantly made the atmosphere lighthearted.

(End of this chapter)