The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1272 Lost Time
Spinning, jumping, staying up all night; dancing until exhausted, feeling the rhythm with your body, stepping on the rhythm with your feet, the notes bloom proudly in the endless universe, and the bright stars vent freely.

The world is caught up in a splendor.

In a trance, June Carter opened her arms and kept spinning in place. The sun, drizzle, and breeze fell down and fell into her arms. Her smile was scattered in the melody like an instrument.

Even when she stopped, her skirt was still fluttering.

June Carter spoke into the microphone again, her chest heaving and her breathing burning. Only then did she realize that she was too excited and couldn't breathe.

However, she didn't care.

"Playing jukebox blues, I've never heard anything like it, it made my shoes fall off."

Her breathing was a little rapid, and she almost lost her rhythm, but she finally controlled herself. When she finally finished singing, she raised her arms high.

Click. Click. Two times.

She kicked off her shoes, stood on tiptoes, and spun, spinning freely in the melody, and the music became more and more passionate and cheerful.

The coolness of the guitar, the joy of the keyboard, the heaviness of the bass and the melody of the cello collide and intertwine together, just like a sunny afternoon in midsummer, with heavy rain pouring down. One accidentally misses the opportunity to take shelter from the rain, so one simply dances in the rain, letting one's soul melt in the wet and warm rainstorm, and unknowingly, one seems no longer important.

“My jukebox blues, oh, jukebox blues.”

Laughter, stirring in the chest.

Until exhaustion.

Finally, the music stopped, and June Carter stopped walking.

His feet could hardly stand still, as if he was trying to escape the constraints of gravity and was staggering.

However, she didn't care at all, she just laughed wantonly and happily, raised her hands high, jumped up again, her eyes full of light -

"Another one?"

Anson raised the corners of his mouth and turned to look at his friends, exchanging glances with each other. They were also burning with passion and their blood was boiling. A layer of sweat appeared on their foreheads, but the arc of their mouth corners was the same.

Anson raised his chin slightly to give a signal, and under the expectant gaze of his friends, he plucked the strings with his fingertips again and continued playing.

There is no doubt that this is another brand new experience, playing and enjoying together. It is not the songs of the August 31st band, nor are they newly composed songs, but a performance of past classics through time and space.

Everything comes back to music.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of Hollywood, when all attention was focused on Anson, Miles and his team quietly set off early, flew to Nashville, and then drove to Memphis.

This is also the reason why the band members arrived a little late.

But for Miles and the others, it made no difference, because they were sleeping all the way. The three of them staggered across half of the North American continent in a daze, but they were in a daze most of the time in dreams and had no idea where they were.

This is a job -

In fact, the band members don’t know the details of the incident for the time being. They have only heard about the heated discussion about "Another Light" and Apple and Warner Records urging them to record as soon as possible, etc. They don’t know the details. After all, everything happened too fast.

Can you imagine?
At this moment last night, they had just arrived at the Staples Center and were about to walk the red carpet; but tonight they were in a Memphis recording studio, half asleep and half awake, with no idea what they were doing.

However, the job is turning into a carnival.

Work is no longer work, performance is no longer performance, but a kind of enjoyment, as if returning to the streets, performing just because I like it, immersing myself in the world of music, feeling the resonance and excitement of the melody. Happiness is actually not difficult, but people often make things complicated.

All eyes were focused on Anson, orbiting around that figure.

Reese sang, jumped and danced, and it seemed as if a fire was burning in her chest. At one moment she felt like June Carter, and at another moment she felt like she was back in Reese's body. The boundary between fantasy and reality became blurred in the world of music.

So, how did it all begin?

But, does it matter?

Not at all.

Enjoy yourself, revel in the music, and let yourself get lost in the melody.

Thump, thump, her heart was beating wildly, but Reese could always clearly see that figure and face, with a smile blooming in the light and shadow.

Time loses its meaning at this moment.

In a small corner of Memphis, music is taking off.

Anson and his friends entered the working state, but it was difficult to tell at the moment whether this was music work or film work, or maybe a bit of both.

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The only thing that is certain is that Reese was also immersed in the recording studio all day long, working with the August 31st band, which disappointed many people.

In fact, when they learned that Anson would have to postpone his joining the crew for a few days, even though Anson was in Memphis, the crew of "Sing Along" still had some complaints.

No matter how good the excuse was, it couldn't change the fact that Anson postponed joining the crew in order to work on the music.
But faced with a big name like Anson, the crew members naturally dared not speak out. Director Mangold even unconditionally flattered Anson, saying "yes" no matter what Anson said. They could only hope that Reese would confront them.

After all, Reese is the only big name in the crew who can compete with Anson.

The results of it?
In just one afternoon, Reese had changed sides. Not only did she fail to ignite conflict and bring Anson back to the crew, but Reese also fell into the recording studio. Reese was nowhere to be seen on the crew.

This forced some of the crew members who had been complaining to shut up and wait for Anson and Reese to finish recording and return to the crew.

At the same time, those spectators who were expecting internal strife among the crew were also disappointed. A big drama that was brewing ended before it even started.

The waves in Memphis didn't even have time to stir up, and after just a few bubbles, it returned to calm.

At the same time, Los Angeles remains calm.

No one noticed Miles and his group's departure, and no one suspected Anson's move to Memphis. Instead, they were vaguely surprised.

Anson went to Memphis so decisively without any hesitation, and joined the crew of "Walk the Walk" directly the day after the Grammy Awards ceremony. It seems that he has no obsession with the Oscars at all.

Moreover, in a flash, Anson left the Academy's top brass in Los Angeles to be tried and tortured. The more successful the Grammys were, the greater the shame they were left with. In addition, Anson did not drag his feet at all, so the Academy had no time to try to make up for its mistakes and save face.

Sure enough, he is cruel enough, worthy of Anson.

However, beneath the surface, there are undercurrents and invisible undercurrents that continue to surge. The calmer it is, the more complex the matter becomes.

An unexpected player enters the game——

Apple?

(End of this chapter)