The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1263 Equally Important
The lady in front of me had her head hung down, her eyelids drooping and her eyes blank. It was difficult to tell for a moment whether she was asleep or in a bad state.

Even though Anson squatted down, kept his eyes level, and communicated face to face, the white-haired lady still did not react and did not notice Anson at all.

The man seemed a little anxious and gently patted the white-haired lady on the shoulder.

"Mother!"

I called out twice, but got no response.

He looked up at Anson in shame, his cheeks flushed red.

"Sorry, Anson, our flight was delayed and we spent the whole night in Denver..."

Anson waved his hand and gave a friendly smile, "Don't worry, I understand. I just want to express my gratitude."

"Just like last night's performance, we believe that everyone's existence is important. It is because of your existence that our music has power, otherwise it is just a bunch of meaningless notes and syllables."

The man was beside himself with excitement.

However, standing aside, Reese also looked at Anson thoughtfully.

After asking for the other party's consent, Anson held the white-haired lady's hands and thanked her again, "Thank you for listening to our music."

Just as he was about to stand up, the white-haired lady sat up slightly, which made Anson's movements stiffen. The lady's mouth moved slightly as if she was about to say something. Anson moved a little closer and listened attentively.

Not words, but melody.

The white-haired lady still seemed to be in a dream, and her eyes seemed unable to open, but her expression revealed a sense of serenity and comfort. She was immersed in happiness, humming a melody softly, which was "Another Light".

Although intermittent and vague, it was undoubtedly "another light", faint but firm.

Anson's smile rose slightly and he began to hum along.

Patiently, attentively, and sincerely, Anson hummed along until the end, then smiled widely, "Can I ask what song this is? It's great."

what.

The white-haired lady chuckled, raised her head slightly, and winked at Anson.

Anson also blinked in tacit understanding, and finally stood up straight. He looked at the man behind him whose hands were shaking with excitement, and looked at the suitcase next to him in a friendly manner. "What are you looking for? Do you need help?"

"The band's album... is in the suitcase, I thought... but I can't find it..." The man scratched his head in frustration, his words still intermittent.

Anson understood immediately and pointed to the open side of the suitcase. There was an album in the net pocket. "Is that it?"

The man took one look and said, "Oh, yes, that's it, that's it!"

After a flurry of activity, the man took the album out of his net bag, held it in both hands, his cheeks flushed, and looked at Anson, who was hesitant and unable to utter a word for a long time, and then he put the album in front of Anson.

Anson's eyes were like two crescents. "May I have the honor of signing this album? Or would you like to keep it clean?"

The man shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, no, no. I'm willing. What I mean is, can I trouble you to sign my album? Please sign my album. I hope it won't disturb your schedule."

Anson: "Of course."

After taking the album from the man, the man took out a pen from his jacket pocket, but put it back before handing it to Anson. Under Anson's surprised gaze, the man quickly wiped the sweat off the surface of the carbon pen with his clothes, then carefully handed it to Anson and smiled stiffly.

Anson quickly signed the album, "Excuse me, who is the album dedicated to?"

"Anna, ANNA." The man said, "Anna is my mother." "Oh, Ms. Anna with a beautiful singing voice." Anson said.

The white-haired lady suddenly let out a muffled laugh and seemed particularly happy.

After Anson finished signing, he squatted down again and placed the album politely in the arms of the white-haired lady with both hands. "I am very happy to meet you today. I wish you a good day."

Then, Anson stood up, said goodbye to the man politely, and joined Reese to leave the airport.

The man watched Anson and his group leave, and finally took the album from his mother's arms and looked at it carefully.

"To Ms. Anna who has a beautiful singing voice,

You are important.

Yours, Anson Wood."

The man was stunned and turned to look outside the airport gate again. The car drove away. His heart in his chest was beating uncontrollably and almost exploded.

Until now, at this moment, he has never felt the soul of the music of the band August 31st, not only "Another Light", but also "Wake Me Up", "Roar Hey", "Long Live Life", "Hero" and so on, and the album "Midsummer Midnight" -

Every ray of light is equally important, and it is these insignificant rays of light that come together to form the brilliance of the August 31st band's midsummer midnight.

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In the carriage, Reese, who had been watching, seemed to be briefly lost in her own thoughts.

Anson apologized, "Sorry, I should have introduced you to them just now."

Reese came back to her senses and smiled. "No, they didn't recognize you as an actor either, did they? But, does that matter? After all, we need to emphasize your identity as an actor, not a singer. Those old foxes in Hollywood probably don't want to see this."

Anson waved his hands. "It's okay. They can't catch us anyway."

"No matter what I do, they still dislike me. I just try to make them feel uncomfortable. They clearly dislike me but they can't do anything about me. In order to save face, they have to smile on the surface."

"You know, if it were me, I would probably just yell back at them, but they can't. Even if they are hurt, they still need to maintain their dignity and pride. I'm just using their face to make a fuss, so that they know what I'm doing here, but can't get angry openly."

Reese was stunned. She didn't expect it, so she laughed out loud. "Ha. Hahaha. Anson, I always knew that you were a lawless person, but I didn't expect you to be so bold. I think we may need to keep a little distance in the future. I don't want to be involved in your game."

Anson said calmly, "Ma'am, we have a movie to shoot together. Are you sure we need to keep our distance now?"

Reese nodded seriously, "Wait a little longer, just a little longer."

This time it was Anson's turn to laugh out loud.

Reese's eyes were still full of smiles. She thought for a moment and said, "Anson, can I ask you a question?"

Anson looked over.

Reese hesitated for a moment, but still expressed her confusion, "You just said that it is because of their presence that music has power. Is that right? I always thought that it should be the performers who give music power."

"Of course." Anson nodded slightly. "The same song often has different power in the interpretations of different performers. Each person's understanding, each person's cognition, and each person's feelings give the music its soul."

“Performers are important. Very important.”

“But I always believe that a performance without an audience is incomplete.”

“The most beautiful and moving part of music comes from the resonance and excitement between the performer and the listener, which is what makes music unique.”

(End of this chapter)