The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 229 Street Performance
"No, Karen, believe me, it's different, it's really different this time."

"Really! The moment I saw him appear on the red carpet, I really felt the electricity running through my knees, and I really felt my heart skip a beat."

A frustrated Blair Miller was trying to explain to her friends the magical moment that happened on the Emmy Awards red carpet.

In just forty-eight hours, the rumors about that night had already spread, and reached their peak when "Entertainment Weekly" awarded Anson the best photogenic fashion look on the red carpet. All the discussions could no longer be controlled and boiled over. Curiosity comes with controversy.

Clearly, Blair is an Ansonian.

But friends are not.

In Blair's view, watching TV with your own eyes and hearing rumors are completely different things. "If you saw Anson, you wouldn't say that."

Karen-Fox didn’t believe it and nodded nonchalantly, “Yes, yes, that’s it, everything you said is right.”

As he said this, his attention had already drifted away. In Karen's opinion, that topic was of no value for discussion. Anyway, it all depended on Blair opening his mouth. Blair's chatter and complaints were still in his ears, but Karen's eyes were looking forward. , and inadvertently noticed a figure——

A small encirclement, just a dozen or so people, is not worth mentioning on the turbulent streets of New York. You can see inside at a glance.

It looks like it should be a street performance.

Bad street.

Karen didn't pay attention, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted to the figure in the crowd. It was like a touch of green emerging from the winter in March in early spring. The thin golden sunlight fell lightly, and the green and sparse touch of spring slowly spread out. Awaken every cell in your body.

Karen was stunned and said, "Blair, let's go over and take a look."

Normally, he would pass by ten times, and Karen would definitely not stop; today, unexpectedly, he stepped forward and approached quickly.

puff.

puff.

Her heartbeat accelerated, and Karen had to use all her strength to control her urge to scream. This is a handsome guy, okay?

"He."

The sound of Blair taking a breath was heard in his ears. Karen nodded repeatedly, and was about to tell Blair that such a handsome guy is worthy of admiration:

No makeup, no dressing up, no lights and no media flattery. Standing in front of you truly and simply, but firmly grabbing the attention, with outstanding temperament.

But before he could speak, Blair's voice continued, "Anson!"

Karen, "What?"

Blair, "This is Anson, the Anson I told you. Oh, God, why is Anson here?"

Karen was stunned and stared blankly at the man in front of her. Her brain stopped moving completely and she even forgot to breathe.

Anson didn't notice the movement of the crowd around him. They were practicing and rehearsing——

Anson had an idea, a bold attempt.

However, the band needs to cooperate. Not only do they need to be familiar with the music score, but they also need to be familiar with the rhythm and rhythm of each other. Practice is the only way out.

Performance is one thing, the stage performance of music and the camera performance of acting are the same.

When they start to care about the audience's expressions and feedback, the impact of reality often causes interference, and then they are involved in the dilemma of worrying about gains and losses.

When they immerse themselves wholeheartedly in performance and practice, focusing on themselves, the melody/character, and eliminating distractions, they can achieve perfection.

Little by little, they began to discuss, start to work together, and started to practice. They completely forgot about themselves, temporarily forgetting the crowd, and turned the street into a practice room. That concentration and devotion exuded a different charm. Even though they were still not very skilled, they actually succeeded. Some people stopped one after another. The number of people was not large. Maybe they were curious about the behind-the-scenes footage of the band's rehearsal, maybe because the melody they inadvertently captured was particularly pleasant, maybe because the band's selfless practice inadvertently gave off different colors, but in the end, the onlookers The crowd slowly grew.

Slightly different from the punk rock band in "The Princess Diaries", today Anson thought about cleverly using the presence of the cello to create different sparks——

The band is still a band, but not limited to rock and roll, a little pop, a little country, a little rock, and a little retro.

Twenty years later, the boundaries between music types have become increasingly thin. The mixture of different styles and types collides with a new auditory impact, bringing new possibilities after music and art creation has reached a bottleneck.

Some music is outstanding because of the poetic lyrics, some music steals all the attention simply because of the rhythm, and some music touches the heart because of the beautiful melody.

In Anson's view, they need to make clever use of the cello, but they must break the stereotype of the cello among the general public. Therefore, they should use the cello as the protagonist, but they should try to capture the ears with rhythm and drum beats. As a result, a new kind of cello was born in their minds. music production inspiration.

At this moment, temporarily let go of the pressure to succeed, temporarily let go of the dream of changing history, temporarily let go of the countless anxieties in real life, and just focus on music. Taking risks and trying is also fun, and relive the happiness that music originally brought to you. Return to the original intention.

As Anson said, if they are really ready to give up, they can at least give themselves a chance to unpack and enjoy themselves before giving up.

Anyway, this is the end, isn’t it?
After stumbling and stumbling, the smile actually climbed back to the corner of his mouth. With his focused eyes and immersed thoughts, he didn't notice the changes around him at all.

Until a certain moment, Connor exhaled a long breath and saw the crowd around him from the corner of his eyes——

At a glance, there were at least thirty people.

Thirty people are not that many, but they have been performing on the street for two years. Except for the first time someone stopped because they were curious about the cello and saw more people, they have never seen anything like this again.

Connor's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"God!"

Connor exclaimed, and then Lily and Miles also noticed. Their expressions immediately stiffened, and they were no longer as focused and relaxed as before.

The pressure is coming.

Anson also noticed it and turned around to look around.

He was also a little nervous.

Although he had performed in "Princess Diaries" and even though the original owner had performed in his memory, street performance was still a completely unfamiliar endeavor to him.

Anson let out a breath, remember, he was ready to seize every moment of life and enjoy this hard-won second life.

"Hey guys."

Anson said.

"What we should be thinking about is not success or failure, because you have failed and you are ready to give up. This is the last carnival."

"We should stay in the moment and enjoy the music. That's what makes you dream and embark on this journey in the first place."

"How's it going? Are you ready?"

lonely.

Lily swallowed, feeling a little unsure, "But, we have only been practicing for a long time, what if something goes wrong?"

　The fifth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)