The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1261 Return to work
The truly complex part of Vanity Fair lies in the human heart.

Because human hearts cannot be calculated. Every action may trigger different reactions and thoughts, but no one can control human hearts.

The same is true in front of me.

The Grammy Awards unexpectedly opened up further opportunities for Anson and provided a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough that made the Academy jealous.

But how to seize the opportunity and how to control the situation has become a difficult problem. If Anson is not careful, he may completely anger the college and lose more than he gains.

Everything needs to be balanced.

Lucas's mind worked quickly and he grasped the key points immediately.

Unexpectedly, Anson seemed calm and composed. That calm expression made Lucas look a little confused. Anson saw it and just laughed.

"When it comes to numbers and games, you're good at it, but when it comes to human relationships, you're not good at it."

Lucas could taste the teasing in Anson's words, but he didn't mind at all. He nodded, "So it still depends on you."

Anson was very satisfied. "We promised the director that we would go to the crew after the award ceremony. Now the whole crew is waiting for me alone. How can I break my promise?"

"If I'm sorry about not attending the Oscars because of the movie, I'm serious."

Lucas was not in a hurry at all and waited quietly for Anson's next words.

"Let's go down and head to the shooting site as planned."

"As for recording... no rush, no rush."

"Warner Records and Apple will have to negotiate for a while."

Lucas shook his head. "Not necessarily. Time is very important for this opportunity. Both Apple and Warner Bros. know the importance of time. The entire negotiation should proceed very quickly."

Anson, "I know. That's what I plan to do too. The negotiations with Warner Records should be as simple as possible. If necessary, I may even give up some interests."

Lucas understood what he meant. "In preparation for the follow-up negotiations?"

Anson nodded. "Myers and his new band are getting ready. They also need a new record contract. I'm worried that Warner Records will make some excuses."

As a former partner, Anson sincerely hopes that Miles and his friends can continue to pursue their musical dreams and achieve great success.

Even though it is very difficult.

Most bands that break up and start over perform very poorly, with perhaps the exception of Nirvana's drummer David Grohl.

After the death of the band's legendary lead singer Kurt Cobain, the drummer started a new band, the Foo Fighters, and achieved success that was no less than that of Nirvana.

It is difficult, indeed difficult, but Anson still hopes that he can help a little.

Lucas, "What about your own record deal?"

Anson said lightly, "Should I be worried?"

Lucas thought about it carefully, then nodded in agreement.

Anson, "Besides, it's still unknown whether I will have a second album, haha, making movies is so much fun, I still have a lot to try."

Lucas wasn't surprised, "Your happiness is the most important thing. If everything is rushed, what about the recording?"

Anson laughed heartily, "Have you forgotten? Our destination?"

Lucas frowned slightly, "Memphis?"

Anson nodded. "Yes, Memphis is a city with music in its blood. I have a way to kill two birds with one stone. I can ensure that our cooperation with Apple can proceed smoothly, and at the same time, those guys in the college won't notice it." "Well... at least it's impeccable."

Lucas looked at Anson's expectant smile and relaxed a little. He did not continue to reply but glanced around the hall.

"…Is this where we just entertained Matt?"

There was no need to wait, Lucas knew Anson's response with his toes.

"Pack your luggage, or let Noah... Never mind, I'll do it."

Without further ado, Lucas got busy quickly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anson standing up to help. Lucas waved his hand, "You sit down. Sitting quietly is helping."

……

Memphis, this ancient city quietly located on the Tennessee River, the hot wind from the south of the North American continent blows gently, precipitating the mystery of the years and gently brushing the clear water of the Mississippi River.

Noisy, yet peaceful.

Here I have witnessed the pain of history and the greatness of legends. At dusk, the setting sun is like an orange flame, quietly falling on the river. Calm your mind and listen carefully. The bricks and stones under your feet tell the grandeur and vastness of time.

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There is no doubt that musical notes have long been integrated into the blood of this city.

The melodies of blues and rock drift out from the bars on the corners, like ancient chants sealed in time; the blues musicians walking along Bell Street, their fingertips running across the guitar strings, their soft singing lingering in the night sky for a long time, telling of their own dreams and scars.

At the same time, this is a city full of contrasts worth exploring.

Poor neighborhoods and prosperous central axes coexist. The bustling city center that keeps pace with the times is inexplicably surrounded by poor and dirty neighborhoods. The ancient southern atmosphere and the light of modern civilization are intertwined. Everything is breeding contradictions and sparks.

In the dark and dilapidated alleys, one can still seem to hear the whispers of the cotton plantation era, telling of the hardships and pains that this city has experienced.

However, it is precisely this profound historical accumulation that gives Memphis a unique romantic temperament. People are accustomed to thinking, exploring, and using music to collide, heal and express themselves.

The sky of this city is always shrouded in a kind of poetry that is difficult to accurately describe. The humid and hot air seems to flow with the memory of a river; the lights on both sides flicker like stars, illuminating the echoes of the past, making people gradually lose themselves in their own memories while gazing out.

Language, cannot be targeted.

In Memphis, time seems to be a beautiful illusion, quietly recording those stories and scars at an unhurried pace, and then quietly giving birth to the colorful and splendid music, re-depicting the scenes of the past and the future in the flying notes, revealing all the desires, those brokennesses, and those struggles.

Close your eyes and you can hear it.

The key is whether you have the courage to interpret and the strength to carry it.

This was Anson's third visit to Memphis in three months. He had different feelings each time. The scene in his eyes was always changing, but all of it flowed into the same river.

In the airport lobby, you can see a sign held high in front of you:

"Anson Wood, the most handsome man in the universe."

Reese Witherspoon was holding a sign with a big smile on her face. She spotted Anson and his group and jumped up and down, cheering like a cheerleader.

"Hey, hey! Over here!"

It was so difficult to miss that other passengers leaving the airport also cast their eyes over it:
Anson? Which Anson?
Anson couldn't help but hold his forehead, but still smiled and walked over to give Reese a hug. "Number one in the universe? God, we have already left the Milky Way."

"Haha." Reese laughed heartily and whispered in Anson's ear, "You said we need to make some noise. How about it? Is this noise enough?"

Anson also laughed, "I believe Los Angeles should have received the news at the same time."

(End of this chapter)