The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 546 Spark of Inspiration
When I was a child, I liked summer because it was summer vacation. I didn’t need to go to school or do homework. I could play as much as I wanted and enjoy a little time.

When I grow up, I like summer because of celebrations, carnivals and holidays, watermelons, fireworks, the sea, and afternoons when I am still sweating despite the air conditioning.

Even if I spend the whole summer doing nothing, I still miss summer.

however.

The Columbine school shooting occurred on April 22, and the lives of those children ended abruptly and disappeared forever before the summer arrived.

The story of "Elephant" takes place at the end of August when summer is coming to an end, and the lives in the story will always stay in the last midsummer.

They, those fresh and youthful souls, those young and innocent lives, are buried forever under the sunshine and splendor of summer.

Honestly, Anson couldn't imagine, couldn't imagine with all his imagination, what it must be like for those parents to know that an ordinary day for their children heading to school ended in such a way.

Without real experience, relying solely on imagination is still too shallow after all.

People always say that death is painful, of course, this is true; but what is more painful than death is to continue to live, because they have to embrace those wounds and wait quietly for spring to come——

Some people can wait, bid farewell to the past, open their arms, and embrace the new life; but some people stay in that summer forever and can never leave.

It's just a thought, but it grows and spreads in the blood for a long time, making you feel the torture day and night when you breathe.

Summer time is so short yet so long, carrying the temperature and power of life. When summer ends, youth seems to have come to an end——

After graduation, they were scattered around the world, embarking on a new journey of life.

Saying goodbye to summer, it seems that I can no longer continue to play and slowly learn to grow up.

For a long time, seasons have been seasons, and the changes of seasons only record the passage of time. But from a certain moment, they are different. Seasons are no longer just seasons. Seasons represent memory, life, and life.

The melody flows in my mind.

"Summer comes and flies by; innocence cannot last forever. When summer ends, please wake me up (wake-me-up-when-summer-ends)." (Note 1)

The lyrics came to my mind naturally.

The bright but sad guitar chords fly up and down in the melodious cello strings, as if they felt the heartbeat and pulse when they stepped on the sunset and grabbed the tail of summer and ran all the way——

So powerful, so real.

Anson thought that maybe they could make an album about summer and youth. The concept of the whole album is like "Elephant", intercepting a summer in youth, blooming briefly and wantonly, and at the end of the summer , went their separate ways and scattered around the world.

In fact, it’s not just graduation season.

The same goes for life.

At the age of twenty-five, it was also summer when the family suddenly encountered changes.

Once, for a long, long time, he refused to accept the cruel reality, refused to accept the fact that his father ran away alone and disappeared, refused to accept the fact that they had nothing and escaped into trouble, refused to accept the fact that they went from heaven to hell overnight. The memory of time has become blurred, and no matter how hard I try, I cannot recall the details.

All that remains in my mind is the pain, the struggle and tugging that my internal organs are burning, and I use all my strength to deny reality.

That summer was so long and so hot, it seemed like there would never be an end in sight.

On the one hand, he ran as fast as he could, trying to escape the summer that would never end; on the other hand, he hesitated and lingered in place, because the end of summer meant growing up and reality.

Involuntarily, I closed my eyes, temporarily escaped from reality, hid in my own world, listened to the sound of summer burning, and waited for that moment——

Waiting for the moment to grow up, waiting for the moment to face the pain calmly, waiting for the moment for time to heal the wound, waiting for the moment for summer to come again, waiting for the moment for the wound to heal and life to revive.

Then. Unknowingly, they grew up like this.

Quietly, looking at Eric with a disappointed face, looking at the students who were sorting themselves out, and looking at the crew members hugging each other to celebrate the completion, an inspiration took root, sprouted, and then grew and spread uncontrollably. .

"At this moment, the rain falls from the stars again, soaking my pain again and becoming who we are now; when the memory is silent, we will never forget the loss. When the summer is over, please wake me up."

Just like the inspiration I got from helping Jack during the filming of "Cat and Mouse Game", those scars, pain and torture were a kind of torture when I experienced them personally, but when I grow up and look back on those years, what comes to my mind is not the happiness. The beautiful moments of memory are the ups and downs that have tempered and polished oneself.

That is the moment when you achieve yourself.

So people always say that pain is the source of artistic creation.

Of course, artists will also create when they are happy, but these creations are often wrapped in a layer of colorful sugar coating and cannot truly touch the soul.

But that is not the case when you are in pain. Those anger, sadness, anxiety, struggle, torture and scars can always give birth to countless tensions and sparks.

really--

The original strategy of leaving Los Angeles to take a break and adjust was the right one.

Leave the unchanged recording studio on the first floor, change the routine of daily life, feel and experience life again, let your thoughts become active, and your inspiration will be rekindled at the right time.

"...Anson?"

There was a call in his ears, and Anson finally got out of his thoughts, and then he saw the worried faces of Alex and Eric.

Smile, up.

"Sorry, my mind just stopped by Oz for a short while."

Anson made a little joke.

Alex didn't know why, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Eric gently raised his chin thoughtfully, and looked at Anson again with eyes that were obviously excited and excited.

Anson didn't explain, "Why, did I miss something?"

Alex shook his head heartlessly, "No, we just..." He paused for a moment, looked a little shy, glanced at Eric, and tried to muster up the courage, "We just wanted to ask you, if it's okay I took a photo with you, you know, you don’t get this opportunity very often.”

"Perhaps, this is the only proof that we have made a movie."

Anson was stunned.

"Haha." A bright smile bloomed, "Of course there is no problem."

At least, they did not interrupt the filming work and waited patiently until the filming was completed before asking. This awareness alone is more than that of many professional actors.

But what Anson didn't expect was that when the rest of the crew saw Anson taking photos with Alex and Eric respectively, they didn't know what was going on, so they came together one or two, and when Anson came back to his senses, , when I turned around, I saw a long and crooked dragon following behind.

Anson, "Excuse me, is this a tourist attraction in Portland?"

Haha, bursts of laughter.

Note 1: Wake-me-up-when-September-ends——Green-Day

(End of this chapter)