Chapter 1228 Believe in Music
Tear.
Breaking through the darkness, breaking into the light curtain, and being in a gorgeous golden color, the whole world instantly burst out with incredible energy and spun at high speed.
Just like Alice entering the rabbit hole, strange and bizarre scenes come out.
Dazzled. Overwhelmed. The noise and heat are continuing.
Obviously, Anson did not expect this scene——
Grammy?
It sounds like another world, a distant and unfamiliar world. I come here tonight to participate, sightsee, enjoy and take risks.
However, now?
As soon as he looked up, Anson saw Matthew Perry's big smiling face.
After "Friends", the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they didn't expect to meet again on such an occasion. Everything in front of them became more and more unreal.
Sure enough, in Hollywood, everything is full of magic.
Striding forward, Anson gave Matthew a hug and said with a smile, "Are you sure?"
Matthew slapped Anson hard on the back, " You better believe that this is happening. Congratulations!"
Anson is still confused and has no sense of reality. "I still remember this is your prank."
Matthew spread his hands and said, "Chandler Bing doesn't have the courage."
The two exchanged glances and laughed heartily.
Matthew made way, and John Mayer took two steps forward, handed the gramophone trophy in his hand to Anson, and said congratulations a little reservedly.
Get it, it’s more valuable than you imagine.
Anson was a little surprised and couldn't help but take a closer look. It was a golden trophy in the shape of a retro gramophone. The halo of light flowed quietly along the streamlined lines. It seemed that he could feel the radiance of the notes that had accumulated over the years. There is a gurgling flow.
Involuntarily, his blood boiled.
Surprise, absolute surprise, even at this moment, feeling the weight of the trophy in my hand still doesn’t feel real.
Anson turned to look at his friends, stretched out his hand and handed the trophy to Connor.
However, he never expected that Connor actually took half a step back, as if he was seeing a savage beast, his eyes were fixed on the trophy, and he looked at it quietly, still trying to understand what was happening in front of him. what is going on.
Anson:?
Laughing dumbly.
Anson looked at Lily again. Lily did not refuse. She carefully took the trophy, put it in her hand and looked at it carefully. However, she turned around and handed it to Miles again. Her eyes were filled with excitement, excitement and excitement. , happy, but worried that everything in front of him was just a dream, so he took two steps back.
When Miles raised his head, he saw that all three people had given way, and only he was the one closest to the microphone.
Miles:...
My first reaction was that Miles still wanted to hand the trophy to Anson. He knew that people were eager to hear Anson give his acceptance speech, but seeing Anson inspire him Looking at him, Miles hesitated for a moment, then turned around and stepped forward, standing in front of the microphone.
Lily was stunned and called out, "Miles". She subconsciously turned to look at Anson and asked with her eyes: Shouldn't you be the one to give the acceptance speech?
From any point of view, it should be Representative Anson who speaks at this moment. Who knows if this is the only opportunity for the band tonight on August 31st? Not only the audience, but also the band members They all agreed that Anson should be the representative.
But, what happened to Miles?
Unexpectedly, Anson showed a big smile to Lily, with a comfortable and contented expression on his face, and looked towards Miles.
To be honest, Anson did not expect that the band would win the award on August 31st; at the same time, Anson always believed that his thoughts and speeches were all hidden in the performance, which was better than any words or language. All contain more powerful words.
As for the immediate future?
Anson has said too much, wouldn’t it be just right to leave the opportunity to Miles and the others? In front of him, Miles took a deep breath and mustered up his courage.
“I have a dream...”
As soon as he opened his mouth, the Staples Center burst into laughter——
Is this a parody of Martin Luther King’s famous speech?
Myers was half a beat too slow to react, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.
"Oh, sorry, not that great."
Amidst the laughter, Miles was alone, focused and sincere.
“The beginning of it all, I just hope that people can realize the beauty of the cello, and that’s all.”
"However, this is obviously not an easy thing. We encountered setbacks, we fell into a trough, and we had no choice but to give up. On that afternoon when we were unsustainable and ready to turn around and leave, on the streets of Manhattan, amid the bustle of people coming and going. , Anson appeared."
"Yes, I know that he played that song with us like a hero who descended from the sky on colorful auspicious clouds to save the world.”
The Staples Center was quiet, only Miles’ voice was present. There was a slight chuckle of kindness, but still did not interrupt Miles's words.
He is so focused and so sincere, and you can feel the power deep in his soul gushing out in his slightly trembling voice.
“Anson found a small entry point between classical music and pop music, using soul to complete the connection, allowing us to return to the essence and melody, sing with our heart, and interpret the charm of music.”
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"Then, magic was born."
This is the reason why Miles is willing to come forward -
They owe Anson a thank you.
But it's not just "thank you", the emotion far exceeds the temperature and power that thank you can carry. If he hadn't seized the opportunity in front of him, Miles wasn't sure he would have the courage to say it. , and I’m not sure whether he can accurately convey that emotion.
The voice was trembling, but Miles never gave up.
“Tonight, we stand here, from the streets of Manhattan to the Staples Center in Los Angeles, from the verge of falling into the abyss of despair to the stage of the Grammy Awards, with a small place to belong to. Our dream moment. ”
“Maybe, we are still alien, but music is music, no matter how niche or alien, they are sounds from the soul”
“I want to continue to believe in music, just like I believe in dreams.”
“Then, each of us can enjoy being an outlier.”
“Thank you. And ..." Thousands of words surged in my chest, but I always felt that my words were unfinished, but I didn't know how to express them. Finally, in embarrassment and embarrassment, I repeated it again, "Thank you."
Sincerity, sincerity, enthusiasm.
Myers took a deep breath. He tried his best to control the surging emotions, but they all burst out in a short moment. Miles quickly lowered his head and hurriedly covered himself up.
The next second, the audience burst into applause——
Papa, papa, papa.
It climbed steadily, became more and more intense, and finally evolved into the sound of mountains and tsunamis, sweeping the entire venue.
Miles turned around and looked behind him. He was about to ask his friends to see if they were ready to speak, but he never expected that Anson would be the first to take the lead in applauding. His bright eyes and bright smile would wake up the entire Staples. Central fanaticism.
Involuntarily, Miles's smile bloomed and shone amidst the tears.
(End of this chapter)