The Greatest Showman #883 - 1 Tour Here

For most of the 1,500 onlookers, "Renly-Hall" was still an unfamiliar name.

Yes, the Grammy Awards had arrived, and "Don Quixote" and "One Man's Concert" had been creating a buzz for the past six months, drawing attention. Yet, many music lovers couldn't quite place the name with a real person. It wasn't for lack of news—rather, it was because Renly Hall was an actor, not a singer. Much like actors such as Johnny Depp or Will Smith who dabbled in music, people might listen to their music, but they wouldn't necessarily watch their movies. The worlds of music and film still held their own distinctions.

So, when Renly stepped onto the red carpet tonight, the audience remained indifferent. At first glance, many assumed he was just another good-looking country singer—handsome, married with kids, and attending with his two little ones.

But gradually, people began to realize something wasn't right. A group of fans in one corner of the red carpet started screaming wildly, and then the reporters in the interview booth joined in, their excitement palpable. The noise, shouts, and cheers slowly built, and other bystanders started to take notice.

"Who is that?"

"Renly-Hall!" the name spread among the crowd, and suddenly a storm of realization swept over everyone.

"Oh my God! That's Renly!" The exclamation spread like wildfire, and the crowd couldn't wait to catch a glimpse of the legendary figure. After all, this was the Grammy Awards, a celebration of music—a place where top performers were as rare and special as white rhinos roaming the streets.

Even if people weren't particularly interested, or didn't recognize the name "Renly-Hall" or his album "Don Quixote," the mere presence of such a hot star from Hollywood ignited curiosity. This was a rare sight indeed—especially with the shocking revelation that Renly had turned down an Oscar nomination to attend the Grammys instead.

The news spread like wildfire, and the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, growing louder and more intense. The roar of the audience echoed through the Staples Center, like a massive wave crashing over everything in its path, growing higher and fiercer, until it filled the entire stadium. The sunset above seemed to glow brighter, like a volcanic eruption, as the energy in the air surged.

It was clear this moment would go down in history. While Renly wasn't the first actor to attend the Grammys, tonight, he was the most memorable.

"Master! Master!" Amidst the chaos of shouts and cheers, a piercing voice called out, desperate to grab Renly's attention.

The nickname "Master" was one that had come from his fans, though Renly hadn't yet heard it in public. Only a small group of fans, maybe only a few hundred, would use that term, and even then, it was rare.

Renly's eyes instinctively turned toward the voice, spotting a young woman waving her camera cover excitedly. Her camera, slung around her neck, shook with her excitement. "Master! Over here!" she called.

Renly's lips curled into a smile as understanding dawned. He looked down at Annie in his arms. "Do you need me to hold you, too?"

Annie snapped back to her senses, shook her head, and stepped out of his embrace. Then she saw Alex and followed suit, mimicking his actions, causing an uproar around her.

And so, like a doting parent, Renly walked down the Grammy's red carpet, surrounded by the cheers of fans, pulling two excited little ones along with him.

It didn't feel like an awards ceremony—it felt more like a family outing. The scene was full of warmth and joy. But this only made the crowd more frenzied, the energy growing more and more intense, as though on the brink of chaos.

The noise was deafening, blending with the reporters' voices, the desperate cries of "Renly! Renly! Renly!" reverberating through the crowd.

"Renly, what's going on with the concert?" one reporter shouted.

"Some are accusing you of using this moment to hype yourself—what's your response?"

"Is it true that all the tickets for your Garden Concert are sold out?"

"What do you expect from tonight's ceremony?"

"Does attending the Grammys mean you're embracing your identity as a singer?"

The questions came at a rapid-fire pace. Excited reporters were scrambling, stretching their microphones toward him, hoping to secure an interview.

Some reporters, eager and unbalanced, almost toppled over as they leaned too far over the fence, caught only by the press of the crowd behind them.

Meanwhile, Annie and Alex found it all highly amusing, giggling and mimicking the reporters' awkward movements. Their antics only added to the humor, causing even more laughter from the onlookers.

Renly paused amidst the chaos, turning to smile at the reporter in front of him, Jordin-Nicole.

Jordin blinked, momentarily dazed. Her mind raced, processing the fact that she was standing in front of Renly Hall, her first question escaping as a stammer: "Master, uh, why did you choose to dress like this tonight?"

She cursed herself in her head. Of all the things to ask! Not only had she slipped up with the "Master" nickname, but now she was asking about his attire? This wasn't a fashion show. She might as well have asked him about his socks.

Renly chuckled, catching her dismay. His outfit, a well-tailored black suit, ivory shirt, charcoal waistcoat, Windsor tie, and pearl white pocket square, stood in stark contrast to the casual attire of many others. While rockers might not bother with buttons or ties at such an event, Renly's outfit radiated a quiet elegance—so out of place on the unrestrained red carpet but perfectly fitting for the occasion.

Renly's voice cut through the chaos: "Because it's a formal occasion worth remembering," he said with a smile.

His simple answer carried more weight than it seemed at first glance. "Who knows if this will be my only time at the Grammys? I want to make sure it's memorable, just like the Emmys two years ago, where they didn't even invite me to present. I can't afford any regrets."

His humor lightened the mood, and even Jordin couldn't help but smile. The other reporters chuckled along, and the scene grew even more vibrant.

After the brief moment of levity, Jordin's professionalism returned. "Tonight is indeed memorable. Just last December, you received six Grammy nominations, tied with Adele and Bruno Mars. You're one of the favorites to win. What are your expectations for tonight?"

The noise of the crowd continued, but it was now background to the conversation. As Renly answered, the focus shifted back to him, and the sun's fading glow behind him seemed to lose its prominence.

"My distribution company kept reminding me to promote the album," Renly said earnestly. "We're still in the red, and after tonight, I hope more people take the time to listen to 'Don Quixote.'"

The reporters erupted into laughter again, a ripple of appreciation at his humor. "You're too funny," one of them remarked.