'Hugo! What are you doing? Standing on stage and spacing out. What's wrong with you? Do you know how long our Band has waited for this opportunity? Even a small mistake can ruin everything, and you're just standing there spacing out! Damn it!' Su Zinan's expression was terrible, his handsome eyes almost bulging out. His height of 1.85 meters bearing down, leaving Hugo unable to resist, only able to stand there in a daze.It wasn't that Hugo couldn't move; he just didn't want to move. What was happening? Wasn't he in 1992 Los Angeles? How did he return to the 2014 Midi Rock Music Festival? But Su Zinan's angry expression before him was so vivid that Hugo couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality.'This is such an important opportunity for us. Have you forgotten? Hugo, pull yourself together, go on stage, and perform properly, just like we have in every performance over the past ten years!' Su Zinan grabbed Hugo's shoulders tightly, shaking him forcefully, speaking in an earnest tone.But Hugo's mind was a blur. His gaze unconsciously searched around. Where were the other members of Glory to Death? Where were Li Yibo, Gu Xiaoguai, and Lixia? Why could he only see Su Zinan? Why could he only see vast, blurry lights all around, with figures moving but their faces indistinct? Hugo wanted to open his mouth and ask, but found his voice completely stuck. Vaguely, among the lights, he even saw the figure of Zhang Xiaoye. But, 'Xiaoye, aren't you dead?''This is our chance. We can't waste another ten years. We can't afford to lose. This might be our last chance. Seize it, Hugo, seize it!' Su Zinan's resolute and forceful voice echoed in Hugo's ears, but Hugo's gaze remained fixed on Zhang Xiaoye, unable to look away. Even if he wanted to look at Su Zinan, he couldn't turn his head. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoye smiled brilliantly, and that smile instantly released an infinite light, quickly overwhelming everything around them. This made Hugo suddenly panic.After the light surged and faded again, Hugo found himself back home, the home he hadn't returned to in ten years.His mother sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, her face streaked with tears, angrily blaming his father, 'It's all your fault. Our son called home so many times, but you refused to answer. Why are you so stubborn? He is our son, a piece of my flesh.'His father sat quietly in the study chair, not speaking, just quietly looking at the bookshelf full of books, silently enduring his mother's blame.'Did Hugo kill someone or set a fire? He is such a well-behaved child, never refusing our requests from childhood to adulthood. He finally found what he wants to do. Why can't you agree and let him do it? Now, many people don't even have dreams, just living aimlessly. Hugo not only has a dream but is also willing to pursue it, work for it, and strive for it. If we don't support him, who will?'His mother's eyes were already swollen from crying, her face haggard, the food on the coffee table in front of her untouched. This made Hugo's heart ache. He wanted to comfort his mother, but found he couldn't speak; he wanted to go and hug his mother, but found he couldn't move. Hugo could only cry silently in his heart, 'Mom, it's my fault. I was too willful and selfish.' If the price of pursuing his dream was his mother's suffering, Hugo wasn't sure if his choice was right.His father, sitting in the study, still refused to speak, but his tall and majestic figure seemed so desolate. Perhaps, deep down, he regretted his stubbornness, regretted not expressing his true feelings earlier, whether he agreed or not, at least they should have had a chance to communicate.Hugo stood there, suddenly beginning to hate himself. The people who truly loved him were right before his eyes, but he had selfishly hurt them without mercy. Ten years, a full ten years without returning home. Once, Hugo thought this was the price of his dream, but now he knew it was his selfish choice. There were many ways to communicate with his parents, but he chose to ignore them all.'Dad, Mom, I was wrong.' Hugo struggled to move forward, wanting to apologize to his parents, wanting to hug his frail mother, wanting to hug his desolate father. He truly knew he was wrong. Pursuing a dream wasn't wrong, but the way he chose was. It had caused irreparable consequences, and now Hugo regretted it deeply.But suddenly, Su Zinan's voice echoed from above,'Seize it! Seize it!'This echoing voice was like a devil's whisper, even covering his ears was useless. Hugo suddenly jumped up, finding himself sitting straight up, panting heavily. The sweat on his back was sticky and cold, the sweat on his forehead sliding down, making his heart race and twitch. His vision was filled with a hazy light, the room empty, but Su Zinan and Zhang Xiaoye were nowhere to be seen; his mother and father were not there, only a faint blue light flowing in the dark night.Hugo threw off the blanket and walked barefoot onto the floor, pulling open the curtains. The cool moonlight instantly filled the room, and the familiar Sunset Boulevard came into view. This was Los Angeles, 1992.Reality returned to his body, his mind gradually clearing. He and Joseph had just finished auditioning for 'a few good men' today. After returning, Hugo didn't have time to buy second-hand furniture, so he borrowed Alex's bedding, made a simple bed, washed up, and went to sleep.The dim yellow light in the thick night was like the glow of fireflies, adorning both sides of Sunset Boulevard, like a flowing river of fluorescent light extending forward, then merging into a sea of twinkling lights. Those bright and dim lights floated on this vast sea, dazzling yet highlighting the loneliness in the surrounding darkness. Beyond the light, the world was only a hazy glow of moonlight, faintly revealing waves crashing on the shore, occasional cars speeding down the road, and people's cheers and screams freely riding the sea breeze.The night, noisy yet lonely.Hugo sighed deeply, knowing he had just had a dream.How was Glory to Death doing? Hugo pondered seriously. Did he exchange souls with Hugo Lancaster, or did he simply replace Hugo Lancaster? Did that mean Chen Hugo in 2014 was also dead? If so, what about Glory to Death's performance? What about their ten years of waiting, struggling, and striving? Setting aside the fact that all six of them left home to pursue their dreams, just for their dreams, they had given their all. Would it all be for nothing in the end? Not to mention their parents who were waiting for them to return.Parents. Hugo thought of his own father and mother. Ten years without returning home, though they kept in touch, his parents' faces in his memory were still youthful. But now, they must be old, perhaps with streaks of white in their hair. If they knew he was dead, what would their reaction be?Guilt surged up, instantly overwhelming Hugo. Tears came unbidden, and he stood there, hands braced on the windowsill, watching the tears fall one by one, his vision blurring into a haze of light.After the switch, Hugo kept telling himself this was a chance, an opportunity to realize his dream. So, he picked himself up and auditioned for 'a river runs through it'. After failing, he rebounded and participated in the filming of 'scent of a woman', right up to today's audition for 'a few good men'. All this happened so fast, so beautifully. Though the process was full of hardships, and his relentless efforts still had to continue, Hugo enjoyed it all.But tonight, in his midnight dream, Hugo suddenly realized he wanted to go home. Not his home in Los Angeles, but his true home. He missed his Glory to Death bandmates, he missed his parents. Even with this second chance at life, even with happiness within reach, the parents and friends in his life were irreplaceable, even if he reached the peak of his career.For the first time, Hugo hated this inexplicable switch. He had to face a body ravaged by drugs, deal with the Golden Raspberry Awards and Tracy's negative effects, struggle in his position as an Actor, yet he had no friends or family by his side.If he had no friends or family, Hugo didn't think he could continue pursuing his dream alone.Suddenly, Hugo became afraid. He was afraid his bandmates and parents would suffer because of him. He was also afraid he would be consumed by time in 1992 Los Angeles, turning to ashes, with no proof he ever existed.At this moment, Hugo felt so helpless, more helpless than ever. Lifting his tear-filled eyes, all he saw was an endless haze of light, but nothing else. The empty room didn't even have a single item that could warm him. The dark night was silently melted away by the faint blue moonlight, casting a clear, bright glow over everything in the room, but Hugo felt a bone-chilling cold, shivering again and again.
