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Chapter 764 - Chapter 762: The Master of Stealing the Spotlight

Dancing?

Wait, dancing???

Just now, did Anson perform three dance routines to three different pieces of music?

What did they just witness?!

Not only the Hilton Hotel in Hollywood, but at this very moment, everyone was losing their minds.

The audience watching the live broadcast at home was equally stunned.

This wasn't a stage performance, but a presenter. No award presenter has ever linked things together in such a way, nor has any presenter ever demonstrated the importance of music scores so intuitively—

Let alone performing three distinct styles in just 30 seconds.

Sitting in front of the TV, people couldn't help but question their eyes.

Media reporters were no exception—

Wow!

Surprise, 100% surprise!

After his unusual entrance on the red carpet, Anson effortlessly stole the spotlight again at the award ceremony.

A circus clown?

So what!

The entire Golden Globes is a big circus performance where every guest is part of the show. While they were busy viewing Anson as an elephant, they completely missed the fact that they themselves were the monkeys — no real difference at all.

Anson didn't care at all. Not only did he not care, but he started to make fun of himself—

From his grand ballroom entrance with Maggie for the tango to becoming a fashion ambassador just before the ceremony started, all the way to delivering a show-stopping moment as a presenter.

"Tom and Jerry" paired with tap dancing?

"Jaws" paired with jazz?

"8 Mile" lip-syncing an Eminem impression?

Epic!

Explosive!

The crowd went wild!

In that instant, memories of the Emmys from two years ago came flooding back.

Back then, Anson unexpectedly won, turning envious and jealous looks into spotlight moments. He seized the opportunity to gain an edge for the "Friends" cast, which eventually tipped the scales in their negotiations.

And tonight, once again!

This is not a coincidence, absolutely not!

The crowd was buzzing, the atmosphere electric!

A wave of excitement spread instantly.

All eyes were on the stage—

In the center, the man who just stirred up a tsunami looked calm.

One moment, he was rapping and losing the mic; the next, he was striking a perfectly composed pose, even slightly lifting his chin to accentuate his jawline.

"This is a music score."

"It's something that feels invisible, but must be there, undeniably part of the movie."

Clap.

Finally, the applause broke the silence.

No one knew who started clapping first, or whether it was for Anson's words or for Anson himself, but the applause erupted unexpectedly and echoed throughout the Hilton Hotel ballroom.

Clap, clap, clap!

The applause swelled.

This time, the enthusiasm was palpable. Maybe it was for Anson, maybe for the music score, or perhaps both. In this moment, it was an instinctual reaction. The act of clapping took on a soul of its own, emotions gushing forth, transforming into applause.

It grew louder and more intense, wave after wave.

There were whistles and cheers mixed in.

The ballroom came to life; moments ago, it was full of lifeless, robotic clapping, but now it was full of real, lively people.

Crazy? Maybe not, but it certainly had some genuine feelings back.

Anson was slightly surprised—

Applause, as a formality, was expected.

But this level?

It was an unexpected bonus, for sure.

This time, however, Anson didn't show off any witty moves. The timing was wrong—he couldn't steal the winner's thunder and needed to shift the audience's focus back.

So, without pausing, Anson jumped straight to the point.

"The nominees for Best Original Score are—"

Perfect timing and flawless execution.

Once again, Anson's poise left everyone impressed, lightening the mood.

The Best Original Score, like many technical awards, often doesn't get much attention.

Hollywood knows the importance of technical awards like editing, cinematography, costumes, makeup, hair design, and art direction in making a great film. But because these people work behind the scenes, they rarely get the spotlight they deserve.

Right now, the Oscars remain the only comprehensive award ceremony in North America that continues to present all technical awards, while the Golden Globes only hand out Best Original Song and Best Original Score.

Even so, the general public still finds a three-hour awards show too long and believes that technical awards should be cut to save time. These awards could easily be presented before the main ceremony.

Later, as the digital age sped up the pace of life, the Oscars tried something similar to the Grammys by presenting some awards beforehand.

The result? Hollywood insiders were furious. Countless behind-the-scenes workers spend their whole lives waiting for the chance to prove their efforts on the Oscars stage, only to have that opportunity stripped away, leaving them as faceless figures in the news.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

For now, it's the same old story.

Nobody cares about Best Original Score, and the reason boils down to music scores not having "presence."

But now, with Anson's demonstration, people were reminded of the importance of a film's music score. He stuck to his boundaries, making sure not to steal the actual award's glory—

Undoubtedly, this moment became a sensation.

This year's five nominees for the Golden Globe Award for Best Original Score were "The Hours," "Far from Heaven," "25th Hour," "Rabbit-Proof Fence," and "Frida."

Clap.

Anson opened the envelope, pulled out the card, and announced the winner.

"Elliot Goldenthal, 'Frida.'"

Thunderous applause filled the room.

This time, it was for Elliot Goldenthal.

This legendary composer has created soundtracks for films like "Interview with the Vampire," "Heat," and "Batman Forever."

He's composed for both art films and commercial blockbusters, yet luck hasn't always been on his side, and he never got the recognition he deserved.

It's hard to believe this was only his third Golden Globe nomination; he's had two Oscar nominations as well. But tonight was his first win.

The audience stood in unison, applauding the legendary composer.

Elliot was visibly moved, his face beaming with joy. Even though he tried his best to contain it, a slight tremble in his steps gave him away.

Perhaps awards shows have slowly morphed into PR games, where strategy and tactics often matter more than talent or quality. But there's no denying that, for the winner, the joy and happiness of that moment are irreplaceable.

It's a recognition, a validation.

A trophy can't define a life or a talent, but it can leave a mark, proving that one's efforts mattered.

Standing before Anson, receiving the trophy from his hands, Elliot gave Anson a hug—a big, solid, warm hug.

Anson was a little surprised, considering he had just stolen some of the spotlight from the award, diverting people's attention to the point where they might forget who the actual winner was.

But then, Elliot whispered in Anson's ear, "Thank you. Thank you for giving composers a place in film."

This, more than anything, was important. Even if people remembered only Anson's performance, it didn't matter, because that performance was about music scores.

Taking a deep breath, Elliot said again, "Thank you."

Then, he turned to embrace his well-deserved moment in the spotlight.

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