The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 414 Worrying about gains and losses
The smile is still at the corner of his mouth.

Anson kept a light tone, "Of course, we can sit down and have a deep discussion about whether it is appropriate when the spotlight is all on one member; but there is a fact that cannot be ignored here."

"It's true that without me, there might not have been a performance that day; but equally, without you, I wouldn't have stopped there from the beginning."

"Did I tell you, the reason I came up was because of the cello. It wasn't any band or any busker, it was you."

As Anson said, they can sit down and discuss the relationship between individuals and the band. Countless bands in history have broken up for the same reason. In Vanity Fair, desire has become an elusive and unpredictable existence, but it has become The cause of countless things.

However, there is no need——

After all, everything hadn't started yet, and they didn't even know if they could be considered a band. What was in front of them was just an opportunity.

The key is whether they are prepared to seize this opportunity.

Anson could tell that Lily and Miles were both very positive, but Connor was not.

Connor seemed a little quiet.

Anson smiled and said, "So, the decision lies with you."

Lily was eager to speak, but she noticed Miles' eyes, followed Miles to Anson, and then noticed Anson's eyes falling on Connor.

Lily was stunned, "Connor?"

Connor was immersed in his own thoughts. Without warning, he lowered his head and his right foot shook anxiously, "I, uh... I'm not sure."

"Connor!" Lily called.

Connor shook his head slightly, "I know, I understand, I want to go, I want to agree, that's why I'm here."

"but."

A moment of silence.

"I am afraid."

"I'm afraid of rekindling hope and then being disappointed again. That, that would be so painful."

"Sometimes, I even think, wouldn't it be better if there was no hope from the beginning?"

"I, uh, I want to be on stage, I want to continue performing, and I love the moments when I use music to connect with the audience, not because the spotlight is on me, but in that moment I can feel a connection, and I'm not alone in the universe. A human connection.”

"I have given up, I have convinced myself to return to calm, I have stopped dreaming, but now..."

Connor wiped his face vigorously and raised his head, but he could see that his eyes were slightly red. The emotion of worrying about gains and losses could not be expressed in words.

Connor looked at Anson and asked softly, "What if we are disappointed again?"

Anson understands, he understands it very well, he himself has experienced it in his previous life, and he has been disappointed again and again, so that hope has become abominable.

However, no one can predict the future, not even Anson——

In the parallel world he was familiar with, he had never heard the names of Miles Anderson, Lily Watkins, or Connor Jenks.

Therefore, "The Tonight Show" may be an opportunity, becoming the turning point of everything, and it will skyrocket from there; but it may also be a false extravagant hope, standing under the spotlight for a short time, winning some applause and cheers, but being forgotten again after turning around. Abandon it and everything will return to peace.

Life is cruel, and we will not show mercy just because of who the target is.

Anson let out a long breath.

"Connor, I'm not your answer. Neither is Lily, nor is Miles. Everyone has their own confusions in life, and we always hope to find answers from others, but at the end of the day, The only one who can answer your own questions is yourself."

Anson didn't want to make a long speech or talk about chicken soup for the soul.

Life is long and may hold countless possibilities. As long as you dare to take risks, you may see the vast world. Life is short, and time flies by before you have time to react. You should learn to grasp every moment firmly.

Anson has no answer to Connor's question. Just like the boy in New York, the answer is always in their own hands.

One sentence made Connor stunned.

You can still see some tears shining in the slightly red eyes, which are contradictory between fear and expectation, timidity and excitement.

His head drooped again, and the turbid breath in his chest slowly came out. It was difficult to sort out the mixed thoughts in his mind; then, he noticed a notebook under the coffee table, with a line of words scrawled on it.

"I don't want to be your hero, and I don't want to be a big shot. I just want to be an ordinary person and try to live a good life."

one strike.

Those words just fell on his chest, burning quickly, almost scalding his heart.

Connor raised his head suddenly, "Anson, I'm sorry, I looked at it casually. But... this, is this a lyric?"

Connor pulled out the notebook from under the coffee table and placed it in front of Anson, his eyes filled with curiosity and expectation.

Anson glanced at it and said, "These are some essays."

The inspiration comes from that boy in New York.

The boy's words echoed in Anson's mind over and over again. Finally, Anson recorded them and used his own understanding and interpretation.

It is true that many people long to become superheroes, to make achievements, and to be famous in history; but at the same time, there are also people who long for an ordinary life.

In his previous life, Anson experienced too many ups and downs; this time, he just wants to enjoy life. Even becoming an actor does not mean great things. He can star in some works, perform some roles, and enjoy every shooting without regrets. That's enough.

People often don't like the ordinary, but in fact, being ordinary is not easy, and being ordinary is more precious than imagined.

Many people have such a misunderstanding about actors and singers. Professions under the spotlight are often narcissistic and those who pursue fame, wealth and attention. But in fact, artists are also ordinary people, and acting is just a profession. , they also have their own emotions.

Moreover, although there are not many, there are indeed some artists who simply like to perform. Acting or music are the same. It has nothing to do with the applause and lights. It is a way of self-expression and a way of seeking communication and waiting for resonance. It is not everything. It's all about fame and fortune.

Of course, fame and fortune are important, very, very important, but not everything is closely related to them.

Maybe, the New York boy is like this, and so is Connor.

Anson looked at Connor, and he could see a kind of pure, pure love in Connor's eyes, "If you want, it can also become lyrics."

Connor's eyes lit up, "So, we can write a song. And then perform on 'The Tonight Show'?"

Lily immediately grasped the key point, "Connor, are you agreeing?"

Connor gave a slight shrug.

Miles' attention immediately went to that lyric. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about how to arrange the music.

The atmosphere instantly became lighter, as if flowers were blooming in spring.

Even Anson couldn't help but get excited, this is also a new experience, "So, are we going to start writing a new song?"

"Wait, wait, if we were a band, what would the band be called?"

"No, no, no, no name. We should share the story of an encounter on the street on the show, so we don't have a name."

"But we're about to be on 'The Tonight Show,' shouldn't we have a name?"

They were chattering, and the light of hope slowly fell.

(End of this chapter)