Chapter 1263 Equally Important
The lady in front of her had her head drooped, her eyelids were drooped, and her eyes were blank. It was difficult to tell whether she was asleep or in poor condition.
Although Anson squatted down, kept his eyes level, and communicated face to face, the white-haired lady still did not respond and did not notice Anson at all.
The man looked a little anxious and gently patted the white-haired lady on the shoulder.
“Mom. Mom!”
I called twice but got no response.
He looked up at Anson in shame, his cheeks suddenly turned red.
"Sorry, Anson, our plane was delayed and we spent the whole night in Denver last night..."
Anson waved his hand and showed a friendly smile, "Don't worry, I understand. .I just wanted to be able to express my gratitude. "
"Just like last night's performance, we believe that everyone's existence is important. It is because of your existence that our music has power, otherwise they are just a bunch of nothing. Just notes and syllables of meaning.”
The man was beside himself with excitement.
However, standing aside, Reese also looked at Anson thoughtfully.
After asking for the other party’s consent, Anson held the white-haired lady’s hands and expressed his gratitude again, “Thank you for being willing to listen to our music.”
Just as he was about to stand up, the man The white-haired lady sat up slightly, which made Anson's movements freeze. The lady's mouth moved slightly as if she was preparing to say something, and Anson leaned closer to listen.
Not words, but melody.
The white-haired lady still seemed to be in a dream, her eyes seemed unable to open, but her expression showed a touch of peace and contentment. She was immersed in happiness and hummed a melody softly, which was clearly "another ray of light."
Although it is intermittent, although it is vague, there is no doubt that it is "another light", weak but firm.
The smile at the corner of Anson's mouth rose slightly, and he began to hum along with him.
Patiently, attentively, and sincerely, Anson kept humming along and then broke into a big smile, "Can I ask what song this is? It's really good."
ha.
The white-haired lady chuckled, raised her head slightly, and winked at Anson.
Anson also blinked in tacit understanding, and then finally stood up straight, looked at the man behind him whose hands were shaking with excitement, and looked at the suitcase next to him in a friendly manner, "What are you looking for? Do you need help? "
"The band album... is in the suitcase, I was thinking... but I can't find it..." The man scratched his head in frustration, his words still broken.
Anson understood immediately and pointed to the opened side of the suitcase. There was an album in the net pocket, "Is that that one?"
The man looked at it and said, "Ah, yes. , that’s it, that’s it!”
After a moment of fuss, the man took out the album from his net pocket, held it in both hands, his cheeks turned red, and he watched Anson squirming so hard that he couldn't say a word for a long time, then he put the album in front of Anson.
Anson's eyes completed two crescent moons, "Do I have the honor to sign this album as a souvenir? Or do you want to keep the album tidy?"
The man shook his head repeatedly, "No. , no, no, yes, I mean, can you please sign my album? I hope it won’t disturb you. "
Anson, "Of course."
Taking the album from the man's hand, the man took out a pen from his coat pocket, but collected it before handing it to Anson. Back, under Anson's stunned gaze, the man quickly wiped the sweat on the outside of the carbon pen with his clothes, then carefully handed it to Anson and smiled cautiously.
Anson quickly signed the album, "Excuse me, who is the album dedicated to?"
"Anna, ANNA." The man said, "Anna is my mother." "Oh, Ms. Anna with a beautiful singing voice. "Anson said.
The white-haired lady suddenly let out a muffled laugh, seeming to be particularly happy.
After Anson finished signing, he squatted down again and politely placed the album in the arms of the white-haired lady with both hands, "I am very happy to meet you today and wish you a good day."
Then, Anson stood up, said goodbye politely to the man, joined Reese, and the group left the airport.
The man watched Anson and his party leave, finally picked up the album from his mother's arms and looked at it carefully.
“To Ms. Anna, who has a beautiful singing voice,
You are very important.
Yours, Anson Wood.”
The man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look outside the airport door again. The car sped away, and his heart beat uncontrollably in his chest, almost bursting.
Until now, at this moment, at this moment, he felt the soul of the August 31st band’s music like never before. It was not just “Another Light”, but also “Wake Me Up”, “Ho Hey” ", "Long Live Life", "Hero", etc., and the album "Midsummer Midnight" -
Every ray of light is equally important, and it is precisely such insignificant rays of light that gather together to become August 31st Band Midsummer Midnight Glory.
In the carriage, Reese, who had been watching, seemed to be briefly lost in his own thoughts.
Anson apologized, "Sorry, I should have introduced you to them just now."
Reese came back to her senses and smiled, "No, they didn't recognize your identity as an actor, right? But, doesn't it matter? After all, what we need to emphasize is your identity as an actor, not a singer, Hollywood Those old foxes probably don’t want to see this.”
Anson waved. hand, "It's okay, they can't grasp the handle anyway."
"No matter what I do, they still don't like me. I just try hard to let them continue to have a problem with me, and they take advantage of me even though they don't like me." There is no other way, and in order to keep face, they have to laugh on the surface.”
< br>"You know, if it were me, I might just yell back, but they can't. Even if they are injured internally, they still need to maintain their dignity and pride. I just use their faces to make a fuss and let them know that I am here. Whatever you do, you can’t get angry openly.”
Reese. He was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect it, so he laughed out loud, "Ha. Hahaha. Anson, I have always known that you are a lawless person, but I didn't expect that you are so bold. I think we may need to maintain the same attitude in the future. A little distance, I don’t want to get involved in your game.”
Anson's face was calm, "Madam, we still have a movie to shoot together. Are you sure we need to keep our distance now?"
Reese also nodded seriously, "Wait a minute, just Wait a little longer.”
This time it was Anson’s turn to laugh loudly.
There was always a smile in Reese's eyes. She thought for a while, "Anson, can I ask a question?"
Anson looked over.
Reese hesitated for a moment, but still expressed confusion, "You just said that it is because of their existence that music has power, is that true? I always thought that it should be the performers who give music power."
< br>"Of course." Anson nodded softly, "The same song often has different power in the interpretations of different performers. Everyone's understanding, everyone's cognition, everyone's feelings , they give music the soul."
"Performers are very important, very important"
"But I always believe that a performance without an audience is incomplete."
< br>“The most beautiful and moving part of music comes from the resonance and excitement between the performer and the listener. This is what makes music unique.”
(End of this chapter)