The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1267 Immersed in Notes
With so much at stake and her mind filled with thoughts, Reese was a little distracted.

I stood there in a daze, my thoughts already flying into outer space.

However, Reese did not leave after all. Even though she herself could not find the meaning of standing there, an indescribable impulse made her insist on standing there, immersed in her own messy thoughts.

Until my calves felt slightly sore and my knees could hardly stand.

tired.

Reese adjusted her posture and looked down at her watch.

Two minutes?
What! She just stood here for less than two minutes?
Reese couldn't believe her eyes. No, no, no, it wasn't two minutes, it should be twenty minutes. How could it be only two minutes?
God, she actually felt like it was two hours...

This realization hit Reese so hard that she felt a little uncomfortable and touched her neck awkwardly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

However, Reese soon realized that no one else noticed her at all, and she was the only one who was embarrassed, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

At this moment, the sound of guitar strings came from the front——

Clear, calm, and slightly bright.

Reese looked up and saw Anson plucking the strings of the guitar.

The slender fingers flew between the strings, and the notes flowed quietly and slowly, flowing neither fast nor slow. Everything seemed magical.

Melody should originally be a sense of hearing, but Reese seemed to be able to touch the tenderness and fragility of the notes. A slight touch might cause them to disperse, quietly emitting a faint glow, humming in the endless darkness, and the gentle vibrations in the air slowly fell on the surface of the skin and stirred.

Is this the sense of touch?
It was surrounded by boundless darkness, thick and deep, with no end in sight and no exit to be found. The faint light flickered and could be turned into ashes at any time.

However, it is so stubborn and tenacious.

Again and again, the collision of fingertips and strings gently stirred up layers of ripples and gently touched Reese's heart. The faint light insisted on flickering, and the weak halo did its best to fight against the heavy darkness.

It is not a cry for help, but to dispel the surrounding darkness, illuminate a small world, and light a ray of dawn in the endless silence and loneliness.

It seems to be saying, I'm still here, always here.

Caught off guard, Reese's heart suddenly contracted and a sour pain pulled at her chest.

She was startled.

When did it start? Her heart was covered with tiny wounds.

There were those who complained that she was a useless pink Barbie doll, those who mocked her for her ugly and disgusting face, and those who thought she would never be a real actor...

She couldn't hear anything, but she wouldn't give up.

Because she knew that they just wanted to see her hurt, see her in pain, and see her suffering in the dark, but she wouldn't let them do that.

So, she showed an even brighter smile, raised her chin high, and faced the insults and attacks with a brilliant smile. She stepped on their envy and jealousy to climb to the peak of her career. She even disdained to retaliate against them because they were no longer on the same level as her.

no need.

However, those words, those looks, those prejudices still left dense wounds in her heart, but she never realized it.

Until now.

Everything was just like... June Carter.

Her smile, her sunshine, her brightness, her cheerfulness, were like the sun that dispelled the darkness for Johnny Cash and saved Johnny's soul from falling into hell.

But what about herself?
She also carries her own struggles and pains. But every time she steps on the stage, she always shows her brightest and most passionate side, using enthusiasm and happiness to complete self-salvation and fight against darkness.

Reese was still stunned. She stood there, unable to move, staring at Anson quietly and blankly.

Just a guitar.

Anson did not sing, but played the guitar wholeheartedly. His tiredness and confusion, his stubbornness and tenacity, all those positive and negative emotions collided and rubbed along his fingertips and strings, evolved into notes that flowed and blended silently into the air.

“A musical note has no meaning until it meets a soulmate.”

So, what happens after we meet?

The starlight lights up little by little in the endless darkness, flickering persistently and stubbornly, burning the power of the soul and emitting faint light.

Those notes turned into starlight, fluttering in the recording studio.

Without warning, Reese's eyes welled up with tears.

She didn't know what was happening to her, and even felt a little confused, but the wound on her heart was gently pulled, and the sour and numb pain turned into tears filling her eyes. She stood there helplessly, with tears in her eyes, like a fool.

Time loses its meaning at this moment.

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Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed, and Reese was completely unaware. She just stood there quietly, letting her heart and thoughts get lost in the melody.

At this moment, she is Reese Witherspoon, June Carter, and also an ordinary little girl who dreams of becoming an actress. She stands under the vast starry sky and depicts the brilliance and splendor at the end of her dream. There are not only spotlights, but also millions of audiences.

So why did she want to be an actress? Why did June Carter want to be a singer?
Because of the attention, because of the lights, because of the world of fame and fortune? Maybe all of these, but it is far more than that. They are eager to inject their emotions into their works of art, to establish an emotional connection with the audience, and to share the emotional resonance they share with each other in the time of a movie or a song.

The reason why actors can become actors and singers can become singers is that they cannot do without the audience. Without the audience, they are nothing.

Now, Reese finally understood what Anson meant.

It is at this moment that the music becomes a bridge, creating a connection between Reese and Anson, from performer to listener and back again, and the performance before their eyes is given meaning.

boom!
The studio door was pushed open and Reese jumped in surprise.

Turning around, Connor, the careless and sweaty figure, came in, looked at him carefully, and smiled innocently.

"Sorry, we're late."

Then there was Lily.

Finally, Miles.

They filed in, hurriedly greeted Reese, and when they saw Anson in the recording studio, they dropped their backpacks and luggage and immediately joined in.

Reese stared at the scene in astonishment. Her brain completely froze and she couldn't keep up with the pace. She watched in a daze as they entered the recording room.

Anson's performance still did not stop. They spontaneously found their own instruments, but they did not rush to join in. Instead, they familiarized themselves with the instruments at their own pace. They did not even have time to drink a sip of water. They had already entered the world of music one by one.

Reese: ...How did all this happen? Is this a dream, and is she like Alice, breaking into the world of the Mad Hatter?

Time? How long had Anson been playing? What were they going to do now? Were they going to start playing right away?
Who am I. Where am I. What am I doing.

Question marks are overflowing, but there are no answers.

Yet, strangely enough, it seemed as though all those question marks didn’t matter. Not at all.

(End of this chapter)