Outside the Kodak Theater, everyone held their breath, and there was no sound in the audience. The suppressed surging emotions almost tore the heart into countless pieces, as if it would fall apart if only a breeze would blow. Lily Carter couldn't help but hold Emerson Carter's arm and pinched it tightly. All the tension was concentrated on his fingertips. When he tried hard, the sound of his heart beating was amplified to the extreme.

Andy Isaac couldn't resist the powerful sense of oppression after all, and gasped for breath, but the air was so thin that his lungs were so hot that it seemed to be on fire. "Emerson, say..." Can Lance win the award? But before he could speak, everyone around him made a "shhh" sound, and countless eyes were gathered, forcing Andy to close his mouth.

Emerson turned his head subconsciously, his eyes were blank, and his nervousness rippled slightly in his eyes. The sweat on his forehead reflected by the nightlight reflected a faint light. He just glanced at Andy, and then raised his head and looked at the big screen in front of him. He couldn't even feel the pain from his arms, and his muscles seemed to be numb. All his attention was focused on the stage where the suspense was revealed.

There were more than 600 people gathered in the square, and the crowds of people surrounded the surroundings, but at this time it was silent, as if even the breathing was gone. The entire square was empty, which further highlighted the noise coming from the big screen, and echoed lonelyly in the night.

"Horse", a car whistle suddenly sounded, alarming the night. Everyone turned around and "shhh", the sound merged into a group of people, bursting out in a sea of ​​scattered areas, but after the explosion, it disappeared again, leaving only a silence slowly flowing in the air.

A boy who looked like a college student in his early twenties was really frightened by the scene in front of him. The red carpet on Hollywood Avenue had been removed and traffic returned to normal, but at this time, a long array of cars remained at the intersection. At least a dozen cars were surrounded by excuses in front of him. He looked up and looked at it. It was obviously a green light, but why did the traffic not move? What's even more ridiculous is that no one was urging him in front? This is too strange.

The boy finally couldn't help but curiosity, opened the car door and shouted in front, "What the hell is going on?"

The driver of a car in front turned around and shouted, "The Best Director of the Oscar is being announced." The boy's expression immediately lit up, "Martin or Lance?" He was obviously very concerned about the feast tonight, and immediately understood, but the driver shook his head and did not answer.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and chose the latter between the car radio station and the live broadcast screen, and rushed forward. Immediately, many drivers imitated, opened the car door, and simply threw the car away - it was only a few minutes anyway, right?

At this moment, the number of viewers in the United States reached an incredible 56 million, officially breaking the record of the ceremony when the "Titanic" topped the top, setting a record high. What's even more incredible is that this number is still rising steadily, constantly refreshing its own data, 57 million, 58 million... More and more people turned on the TV or changed channels, turning their attention to the tense moments of the Best Director's ceremony tonight.

The bar where Matt Irving was also in a dead silence. The whole bar was crowded, but there was no sound at all. Even the bartender's movement of wiping the beer glass stopped. He paused for a moment, looked up at the movement on the big screen, and it seemed that the magic in the "Harry Potter" world had become a reality, and the entire North American Big 6 was still, and every pair of eyes was watching the moment.

If we just witness Martin Scorses's reaching the top, the attention level will not reach this level, because people realize that it is either Martin or Lance, no matter who wins in the end, it will be a tragic victory and will also be a moment of history creation. People expect to hear Lance's name, which will be a brilliant moment that will be recorded in history; but emotionally, they hope that Martin can be proud of all the heroes and fulfill his long-cherished wish, how many fifty years can his life be? Could Martin really win the Lifetime Achievement Award like Paul Newman? More likely, he would regret it like Peter O'Too for life!

Such mixed emotions, such dilemma, and such fierce confrontation are the fundamental reasons why people pay attention to it.

Matt solidified in place like a statue, holding the beer glass tightly in his right hand, staying in the air, staring at the big screen without even blinking, fearing that he would miss every moment. The voice of Francis introducing the nominee came from the TV-

"'Tower of Heaven', Alessandro Gonzalez Inaritu." The audience applauded, and the camera pointed at the smiling Alessandro. He nodded politely to the camera, "'Walking Walker', Martin Scorsis." At this moment, the applause suddenly lost control, and everyone in the audience urged their hands vigorously, as if they could not wait to welcome Martin's registration moment. Old Martin smiled brightly, clapped his hands politely, and nodded gently. Such a simple action almost made the sound of thundering and thundering on the scene almost lose control, so that Francis's voice was drowned.

Clint took the lead in applauding, then whistling, and honoring Martin, "'Letter from Iwo Jima, Clint Eastwood." The picture faced Clint, but the old cowboy had a calm expression and his eyes turned toward Martin, as if he was hinting at the direction of the award. "'Queen', Stephen Fres!" The applause fell a little, and it was impossible to compare with Martin at all, but Stephen seemed very calm, nodding gracefully, without any fear of fame and disgrace.

"There is also the 'Crazy Max: The Road to Furious', Lancelot-Stralo." As soon as Francis finished speaking, a storm of applause suddenly storm, suddenly jumped up, and then suddenly calmed down. As if people had expected the result, they expressed affirmation and encouragement to Lance in this way, looking forward to him continuing to work hard next year.

Lance showed a gentleman's smile in the face of the close-up camera, and his bright eyes were thrilling under the light. The confidence, ostentatious and powerful that he was determined to win, not only did not retreat, but instead met the challenge strongly. He raised his chin gracefully and proudly, and he would greet it calmly regardless of success or failure.

Looking at the scene of Lance on the big screen, Gao Wen urged his hands vigorously, without hiding the excitement and excitement on his face. His muscles were tense to the extreme, and the applause could not stop at all, as if just a moment of pause, the suffocation would drown him.

Turning his head, Gao Wen looked at Ian and Theo. Ian did not applaud at this time, and held the back of the chair tightly with both hands. The slightly raised veins showed his inner tension. His usual strategist and calmness were no longer useful at this moment. He was even more nervous than Lance. Theo was also slapped his hands hard, looking at the big screen firmly and deeply. The calm that he had been used to has disappeared, turned into a crazy flame, burning wildly. He seemed to notice Gao Wen's gaze, and he couldn't help but turn his head. The two exchanged a glance, but the mixed eyes could not be expressed in words at all. Then the two looked straight ahead again.

The applause stopped, but Theo still did not give up. He kept urging his hands and rang alone in the Kodak Theater. Ian noticed such details and raised his head and pressed Theo's left hand, which made Theo stop. He opened his mouth. Ian wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that his mind was blank that he could not think at all. Watching the award ceremony on site, the real and surging breath almost completely stopped his thoughts. In the end, Ian and Theo could only exchange one sight, and everything was silent.

They knew better than anyone else what this little golden man meant to Lance. It had nothing to do with the "Raging Road" or Chaos Pictures, but only with Lance. The person closest to them in the world, the person who once refused to do anything for his dream, was covered in bruises and crushed to pieces.

They were so urgent, so eager, so earnest, even stronger than Lance, and all reason lost its meaning at this moment. They didn't care about Martin Scorsis, and they didn't care about making history. The only thing they cared about was the man who sat ahead and waited for the announcement of fate, the guy they would always call "brother".

The heartbeat stopped at this moment.

Steven walked to the microphone with the envelope, but found that Francis and George were still standing there. He spread his hands and said, "Give up the position." This sentence made the scene laugh, the atmosphere became more and more intense, and the restlessness in the air could not settle down. Then he saw Steven standing in front of the microphone and opened the envelope, "The winner is..." Then he pulled out the card from the envelope, and Francis and George both came forward and glanced.

The air seemed to solidify, and the tension made the audience feel a momentary pause. Not only Kodak Theater, but the entire North America fell into a pause, as if the world had stopped because of this moment. The earth suddenly became quiet, as if the entire earth had fallen below the sea level, and pure tranquility slowly spread in the air.
Chapter completed!