"David, David!"
David Anderson had just picked up the call when he heard West's exuberant voice through the receiver, so much that Anderson had to pull back a little.
"Live broadcast, quickly watch Glenn's live broadcast."
Even from afar, Anderson could hear West's shouting, but before he could respond, West had already hung up the phone.
Anderson sat there dazed, with question marks all over his mind: Live broadcast, what live broadcast?
Ding.
In the next second, West's text arrived, a link.
With a face full of questions, Anderson clicked on the link, and it automatically opened to reveal a screen showing a group of people in T-shirts and sportswear crowded at a windowsill, smiling broadly and shouting hoarsely.
"Fly."
Once, then again, breaking through the phone screen and rushing towards him, those simple words and that simple picture left Anderson in prolonged silence.
