The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 412 A bright future
The bow rubs lightly on the strings, and the trembling vibrations can be clearly felt on the fingertips and wrists. Like a sad narration, the blue notes gurgling out, lingering around the ankles, piercing the bones. The coldness penetrates into the skin bit by bit along the toes.

bass.

Miles Anderson suddenly pressed the strings, interrupting the performance roughly and abruptly, and took a deep breath to try to calm down, but his mind was still disturbed.

Leaving the band and rock/pop music, Miles does not need to worry about the future. He can always return to classical music and continue to play his cello step by step. Here, he is still a young and promising genius with unlimited possibilities. Waiting ahead.

however.

Miles can't always calm down. He seems to have lost the excitement and enthusiasm that he had when he was full of hope to join the band and eager to add classical elements to pop music. Life has returned to calm, but he can see his head at a glance and can't feel the temperature and warmth. color.

Involuntarily, Miles often fell into a daze, but his mind was blank.

"Miles, you can't quiet down. Your playing seems very noisy and impetuous. You need to adjust."

"What, has something happened in your life recently? It's definitely not okay to perform on stage in this state."

In my ears, I heard concerned inquiries from members of the classical orchestra.

Miles didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, someone broke into the classical orchestra's rehearsal and solved Miles' dilemma. "Miles, your phone has been vibrating in your coat pocket. I'm not sure, but I heard it at least three times. Are you sure you haven't?" Does it matter?"

Miles was stunned and smiled, "Sorry, I'll go check it out."

After standing up, Miles left the rehearsal room almost as if he was running away. He quickened his pace and rushed out. He seemed to be able to breathe again until he was outside. After a short pause to adjust, Miles walked towards the lounge.

The band of Miles Anderson, Lily Watkins, and Connor Jenks failed to persevere after all.

In fact, they have been "stealing" for a year——

That afternoon, they stood on the streets of Manhattan and performed "Wake-me-up" with a stranger.

Like Alice in Wonderland, it was so wonderful that they couldn't help but miss the authenticity, because the stranger turned around and left, disappearing into the vast sea of ​​people, disappearing without a trace with a "pop", as if he had never been there before. Appear, everything is just a dream.

However, a miracle still happened.

With "Wake Me Up," the band hit the ground running because they had regained their confidence and because the track was truly inspiring.

Originally, they were already on the verge of collapse, and giving up seemed to be the only option; but "Wake Me Up" gave their band a glimmer of hope to continue their life.

A whole year.

Unfortunately, one year was not enough after all. In the end, they stopped and parted ways——

Miles returned to the classical orchestra, and the years of traveling with the orchestra were like a brief escape in a long life.

Lily became an accompanist and performer, not a composer or a performer. She joined a small group and served as a background singer for events such as weddings, birthdays, and coming-of-age ceremonies. In the past, they looked down upon and scorned the life, but at least they had a job and a lot of fun. income, sustenance.

And Connor?
Miles has not heard from him for a long time. The last time I heard about it, Connor seemed to have returned to his hometown of Kansas City, but he didn't know what he was doing specifically.

They are like dandelions, blown by a breeze, and then scattered across the sky.

……

"Connor... Connor! Phone. Line three."

In the distance, there was a call. Connor Jenks was standing in the cashier aisle, helping customers scan the QR code to check out, and stuffing the daily necessities the customers had just purchased into plastic bags one by one.

This is a large comprehensive supermarket that covers all daily necessities, so the customer's shopping list may be very complicated and needs to be separated when packing, at least food needs to be separated from other things. Although he has been working in the supermarket for three months, Connor still seems a little clumsy sometimes, and there may be some deviations when dividing bags.

Therefore, he needs to focus and not be distracted.

Even when he heard the call, Connor did not respond. He concentrated on sorting out all the items in his hands and showed a polite smile to the customer.

"Have a nice day."

Waiting for the customer to leave, Connor signaled the next customer to wait a moment, then picked up the landline phone hanging above the cashier and pressed the number three.

"Hello, this is Connor Jenks."

"Oh, hey, Mr. Jenks, this is the 'Tonight Show' crew, we're calling to make sure..."

"What?" Connor frowned, "'The Tonight Show'? God, Robert, this joke is not funny at all."

"Well, Mr. Jenks, this is indeed the Tonight Show. We called your home and your mother answered the phone and told us you were at work."

"Ha. Ha. Robert, very clever, but you can't fool me. And on the 'Tonight Show', if you said that the Chief of Kansas asked me to sing the national anthem, it might be a little more reliable. You want to tease me, next time. Robert, I’m very busy right now, I’ll talk about it later.”

After speaking, Connor hung up the phone without waiting.

Connor is trying to adjust to life now.

He told himself not to dream or have wishful thinking. He had tried hard but failed in the end, so he should accept it calmly.

There is no need to feel sorry for yourself, nor should you be immersed in sadness. Life will go on. He needs to be down to earth and live honestly.

At least, start by having an income every month, even if it’s a job in a supermarket. He now lives in his parents' basement and doesn't have to pay rent, but he can't afford living expenses and he can no longer continue to dream unrealistically.

There was no time to be sad, so Connor smiled again. Welcome next customer.

However, after a while, the supermarket manager called again.

"Connor, line one."

Connor was stunned for a moment, a little impatient. What happened to those gangsters today? Are they pranking them all the time?

"It was a Miles Anderson. He said it was an emergency."

Connor was stunned.

Myles Anderson?
He really hasn't heard this name for a long, long time, four months? Six months? Because it's so far away, it seems like it happened a lifetime ago.

But, does Miles have anything to do with him?
Connor was in a daze and couldn't tell clearly for a moment how he felt when he heard Miles' call. He said "Sorry" to the customer, but Connor answered the call.

"Hey. Hey...Miles."

"Connor, Connor, we're going to 'The Tonight Show'!"

Connor:? ? ? "Robert, this isn't funny."

"Connor? It's me, Miles. The 'Tonight Show' just called and invited us to be on the show. Didn't they call you?"

Connor was immediately stunned, his heart contracted suddenly, his knees gave out and he fell to the ground, like a fool, losing all ability to react.

(End of this chapter)