The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1270 Singing and Dancing
Thump, thump, thump, thump—

The guitar in Anson's arms played a brisk and crisp rhythm with his slender fingers. The neat plucking and clean control made the strings jump like glass marbles.

The song "Jukebox Blues" is undoubtedly a classic song with a very personal style of June Carter.

But classics often mean they are difficult to surpass.

Of course, Reese isn't singing a cover, her goal isn't to surpass the classic; she's playing June Carter, recreating the scene in which June Carter sings the song.

Nevertheless, Reese does not need to surpass June Carter's version, but she needs to inject color into the music in her own interpretation, just like June Carter.

Reese noticed the smile in Anson's eyes. There was a limited understanding between them, and it was difficult for them to communicate through eye contact; but now it was more than just eye contact.

And the melody.

Listening carefully, Reese realized that the rhythm of Anson's fingertips hitting the strings was getting faster and faster. The whole melody was full of vitality and warm. It was not the blooming of spring buds, but the proud blooming of summer flowers, with flowers spreading out all over the mountains and fields.

That kind of splendor, that kind of publicity, that kind of wantonness...

passionate.

In fact, there is a tomboy side to Reese's personality - although not much, she does have a free and easy and straightforward side, loves pranks, is daring, lawless, and willful.

At this moment, seeing Anson's expression, with a hint of provocation and instigation flashing in those bright eyes, the mischievous gene in his bones began to stir.

Reese: Anyway, this is not a film set, this is just a private recording studio. She has already stepped out to make a fool of herself, so why should she worry about her face?
"There was a guy there with an old tin horn, and a guy playing a banjo..."

More cheerful, freer, more unbridled.

Reese is straying from June Carter's version and coming up with her own take.

"The violinist..." Without warning, a coughing sound came, "He's not lazy, he plays really well."

As soon as the angry roar came out, Reese couldn't help but smile. She looked away stiffly and raised her head to the sky.

However, I saw those faces from the corner of my eye——

Connor was clearly in great form, expressing his joy with a beaming expression on his face, the smile on his lips fully blossoming with enthusiasm.

Listening carefully, Reese discovered that the sound of the piano keys and cello strings had also quietly changed. They were no longer continuous, but evolved into clean and sharp staccato sounds.

It's not that the notes are completely disconnected from each other, but that a sense of jump can be felt between the notes. The change starts from the playing technique, so that the continuous melody also creates a drum beat effect.

It's hard to believe: none of the four members played the drums.

Although there are clearly no drum beats, the effect of drum beats is created. The sparks from the collision of instruments, the ensemble completed by playing techniques and performance states, give wings to the notes, dancing to the rhythm in the air.

Reese was stunned.

A smile crept up the corners of his mouth, and then he couldn't control it anymore and it bloomed completely.

Reese grabbed the hem of her skirt and couldn't help dancing. It was just the simplest and most basic dance step, using her feet to find the rhythm and her body to feel the rhythm.

But the wonderful thing is that Reese feels like she is becoming part of the music——

Now, Reese finally understood what Anson meant.

Her interpretation, her dance steps, her smile, her state, the melody, the lyrics, the instruments, and the performance all collide and blend with each other, and finally evolve into a whole. Everything makes this performance unique.

This "Jukebox Blues" truly has life.

It's not June Carter's, it's not Reese Witherspoon's, it's Reese and August 31st's.

"The man playing the violin must have been tired. I didn't hear him say it, but he let himself go on the strings and the jukebox started to run away."

Tapping.

Reese truly let go of her burdens, her steps moving briskly and nimbly like a tap dance, her smile fluttering like a butterfly at the corner of her mouth.

However, Reese was not satisfied. She was like Rose who broke into the lower class cabin to attend a dance party in "Titanic". After a brief moment of restraint, she completely let go, pulled up her skirt, stood on the stage, showed her ballet steps to the people, and stubbornly danced with others.

Reese kept waving her hands, asking for a stronger rhythm and crazier sound waves. Her wild and brilliant laughter flew up and down in the colorful melody.

"Then I heard the melody start to get stronger. That must be the drums! It gives the song its own unique rhythm. Boy, it's beautiful!"

Pull up the hem of the skirt.

Like a flamenco dancer, Reese turned around and looked at Anson with a smile on her face. There was a hint of provocation in her eyes, as if to say:

Drum roll. Hey man, drum roll!

Connor, who was standing by, saw this and immediately burst out laughing, his hearty laughter was not concealed at all.

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Lily followed suit, but she was much smarter:
The sound of the piano keys under the fingers stirred up waves like a raging storm, layer upon layer, gorgeous and splendid, joining Reese's ranks in this way.

So, what about Anson?

Anson widened his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and looked innocent: What did I do wrong, why are you treating me like this?
But it only lasted a second.

Then, Anson held the guitar, loosened the strings, and placed his hands on the guitar case to beat the drums.

Clap, clap, clap.

It is neither fast nor slow, sometimes like rain hitting the beach, sometimes like a gentle breeze and drizzle, and it even beats the blood-boiling rhythm like flamenco.

Relying solely on drum beats, the song is able to convey a lingering and thrilling tension.

This is vitality.

The vitality with individual edges and brilliant colors highlights the position of instruments and performers, injecting different souls into music in its own way.

Reese looked at Anson with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She lifted her skirt and danced to the beat of Anson's drums, following the steps of flamenco.

The two of them had never rehearsed or cooperated before, and at this moment they relied entirely on tacit understanding.

Anson looked at Reese and Reese looked at Anson. As their eyes exchanged and collided, Anson's drum beats and Reese's dance steps actually presented a sense of chasing and pulling. The gracefulness of the melody and the power of the posture evolved into the bones of the melody. The vitality of the song was becoming more and more vivid and brighter.

Although it is still June Carter's song, it has a whole new look.

The recording engineer sitting outside was dumbfounded, his mouth slowly opening, his jaw dislocated and he completely forgot to push it back in, staring at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open:
Brain freeze.

From drum beats to dance steps, and from dance steps to drum beats, they interweave and coordinate with each other. The two completely different playing styles actually present a visual sense of a duet.

Then Anson turned to look at Miles.

Miles:? ? ?

Looking at Connor and then at Lily, Miles was the most unfamiliar with the situation before him, but finally he looked at Anson and decided to follow his intuition out of trust in Anson.

At this time, the cello also came in.

(End of this chapter)