Chapter 414 Worrying about gains and losses
The smile is still at the corner of the mouth.
Anson maintained a relaxed tone, "Of course, we can sit down and discuss in depth whether it is appropriate when the spotlight falls entirely on one member; but there is a fact that cannot be ignored."
< br>"Indeed, without me, there may not be a performance that day; but equally, without you, I will not stop there from the beginning."
"Have I told you, I will The reason is the cello. It’s not any band or street performer, it’s 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.
But, there is no need -
After all, everything has not started yet, they don't even know whether they can be considered a band, what is in front of them is just an opportunity.
The key is whether they are ready 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 showed a smile, "So, the decision is up to you."
Lily was eager to speak, but she noticed Miles' eyes and followed Miles to look at Anson , and noticed that Anson's eyes fell on Connor.
Lily was stunned, "Connor?"
Connor was immersed in his own thoughts. Without warning, he lowered his head and kept shaking his right foot 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."< br>
A moment of silence.
“I’m scared.”
"I'm afraid of rekindling hope and then being disappointed again. That, that would be too 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 keep performing, and I love those moments when I connect with my music and connect with the audience, not because the spotlight is on me, but it’s that moment when I can feel a connection to the universe. I am not alone in this connection."
"I have given up, I have convinced myself to return to calm, I have stopped dreaming, but now..."
Connor exerted his strength. I wiped my face and raised my head, but I could see that my 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 I am disappointed again?"
Anson understood, he understood better than ever, that he himself had experienced disappointment again and again in his previous life, so much so that his hope was also gone. Became disgusting.
However, no one can predict the future, not even Anson -
In the parallel world he is familiar with, he has never heard of Miles Anderson and Lily Watkins , Connor Jenks, any name.
So, "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 extravagance, standing under the spotlight for a short time, winning some applause and cheers, but in After turning around, he was forgotten and abandoned, and everything returned 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 am not your answer. Neither is Lily, nor is Miles. Everyone has their own confusion in life, and we always hope to find the answer from others, but, At the end of the day, the only one who can answer his questions is himself.”
Anson doesn’t want to talk long 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 twinkling 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 was slowly exhaled. It was difficult to sort out the mixed thoughts in his mind for a while; then, he noticed a notebook under the coffee table. A line of words was scrawled.
"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 blow.
Those words 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, are these lyrics?"
Connor pulled out the notebook from under the coffee table, Placed in front of Anson, his eyes were filled with curiosity and expectation.
Anson glanced at it and said, "These are some essays."
The inspiration came from the boy in New York.
The young man'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, to be famous in history; but at the same time, there are also people who long to live 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. Fun, no regrets, that's enough.
People often don't like ordinary, but in fact, ordinary is not easy, and ordinary is more precious than imagined.
Many people have 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. , acting is just a profession, and they also have their own emotions.
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. The way it resonates, not everything is about fame and fortune.
Of course, fame and fortune are important, very, very important, but not everything is closely related to them.
Perhaps, the New York boy is like this, and so is Connor.
Anson looked at Connor, and he could see a pure, pure love in Connor's eyes, "If you want, it can also become lyrics."
Connor's eyes lit up, "So , can we write a song and perform on the 'Tonight Show'?"
Lily immediately grasped the point, "Connor, are you saying yes?"
Connor gave a slight shrug.
Myers’ attention immediately turned 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 was also a new experience, "So, are we going to start writing a new song?"
"Wait, wait, if we It’s a band, what should the band be called?”
“No, no, no, there’s no name. We should share the story of the encounter on the street, 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)