From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Director! Jesus Christ!"

"I almost threw up my lunch."

"Can't laugh, but can't stop either. I think I'm going crazy."

Complaints, protests, laughter, surged through the whole place—

A scene of chaos.

The extras in the public theater were dumbfounded, completely stunned, not understanding what was happening:

One second, the entire crew was facing a formidable enemy, repeatedly doing NG takes; the next second, everyone in the crew, from top to bottom, seemed to have lost their minds collectively, as if there was a hydrogen leak, and everyone's brains were filled with hydrogen, causing their reason to derail?

Their eyes were blank.

At this moment, Kristen was slumped in the chair, her shoulders and limbs drooping down in complete relaxation, her gaze falling on the audience, chuckling.

Without pausing, Kristen moved through the crowd, looking towards the monitor again.

"Director, are you sure?"

When it comes to acting, the actors themselves have the most say.

Kristen had to admit that the previous performance had accidents, stumbles, broken jokes, distractions, and exits from the scene, which was not professional at all; but the entire performance was surprisingly smooth, freely traversing between reality and illusion—

Half acting, half reality.

The line between reality and illusion was blurred.

So much so that Kristen had no time to hesitate or space to be irritable, completely led by the impact of reality, yet allowed her emotions to run wild within the framework of the performance, completing the entire performance in one go.

The details were smooth, natural, and spontaneous.

Waiting for the entire performance to end, there was a sense of release after a hearty catharsis, and the heavy pressure on her shoulders disappeared silently.

Kristen hadn't had such a unique performance experience for a long time.

The chaos was still chaos, but the joy was also joy.

Actually… it was a little enjoyable.

However, this is the actor's own feeling—

Perhaps, this self-satisfaction is just an illusion.

Or perhaps, the actor's definition of excellence cannot meet the director's requirements.

Ultimately, it still depends on the director.

Sam met Kristen's gaze and gave a thumbs up again.

"Everything is perfect."

Sam didn't know how Kristen did it, suddenly transforming, the whole performance's flow and details were exceptionally comfortable and smooth.

But he had a bold guess, perhaps it had something to do with Anson.

Sam raised his voice, "Maybe you should thank your scene partner."

Kristen laughed heartily, "I think so too."

Suddenly, Kristen supported herself on the armrests and stood up, came to the front of the stage, simply and neatly threw herself on the ground, and extended her right hand—

Clap!

Kristen and Anson completed a high-five.

A smile climbed onto the corner of her mouth, "Welcome back."

Rustle, rustle.

The surrounding crowd could no longer control themselves, and gradually began to stir, one or two casting their gazes towards Kristen and Anson.

"Anson… Anson, Anson…"

Whispering and gossiping couldn't stop.

Not just the extras, but the other staff members of the crew finally noticed—

Anson Wood, the absolute male lead of the movie, has reappeared in the crew.

The stagnant, listless atmosphere of the crew instantly stirred up, the excitement and joy could no longer be suppressed, and in the blink of an eye, it broke free from its restraints and fully erupted.

One by one, they spread the good news:

Anson is back!

You don't need to be too perceptive or too careful to feel the obvious change in the air and the crowd in the entire theater. The emotions are being stirred up bit by bit, sweeping away the haze, and that bright color is spreading all over.

Even seeing it with their own eyes, it was still hard to believe that it was all because of Anson.

No wonder when Sony Columbia was making small moves behind the scenes, the entire crew, from top to bottom, stood on Anson's side. They originally thought it was because Anson was injured, and they refused to betray Anson out of sympathy and a sense of morality, but now it seems that things are not that simple.

Reed Diamond was a little nervous—

He was the other actor who was just on stage performing a scene with Kristen, playing the male actor who co-starred in the play with Mary Jane in the movie.

The entire shoot had been torturous. Besides the extras, Reed was the one who suffered the most; but as a minor character among the supporting roles, Reed had no say and could only try his best to cooperate and digest everything himself.

Then, without warning, the filming was successfully completed in one go.

That's it?

Reed was also confused, standing blankly on the stage, at a loss.

When Reed saw Anson, the thirty-seven-year-old actor still didn't know how to react, standing in place, scratching his head.

In fact, Reed wanted to go forward and say hello; but he was worried that he wasn't qualified. After all, he didn't see other extras going forward to curry favor. Anson was the treasure of the entire crew, so who did he think he was?

Taking a deep breath, Reed cheered himself up—

Anson is also an actor, Anson is also a person, there's no need to scare himself. As a fellow actor, what's wrong with going forward to say hello?

Reed tremblingly went forward, completely unaware that he was moving with the same hand and foot.

There was no way, he was worried about how he should start the conversation.

When Reed joined the crew, Anson was in the hospital, and the two had no interaction at all, so should he first welcome Anson back, or should he introduce himself first?

While hesitating, his footsteps moved slowly, inching towards Anson.

Just as he was looking for an opportunity to interject, he found that Anson looked over first.

Reed, "Hey."

He felt like an idiot.

Anson didn't seem to mind, "Hey, Reed, sorry for interrupting your performance flow just now, I hope it didn't cause you any trouble."

Reed: …

Dumbfounded.

Kristen noticed, "Reed?"

Reed finally came back to his senses, staring intently at Anson, "You know me?"

Anson nodded, "Of course. 'Spring of Law and Reason', Detective Mike Kellerman."

Reed was instantly choked, completely unable to believe his ears—

It may be hard to believe, but Reed had been in Hollywood for a full ten years, his qualifications were even more senior than Kristen's. He mainly worked on the television screen and played regular roles in TV series.

However, for a full ten years, Reed still hadn't ushered in a breakthrough in his career. Even when he appeared in movies, he was often just a minor character with only a few lines, as in "Spider-Man 2".

This is Hollywood. Besides the 1% of glamour that people see, the other 99% faces difficulties and challenges far beyond imagination.

To be precise, Reed was no different from the surrounding extras. Acting was just a job, a nine-to-five office job. The so-called starlight, attention, and focus had nothing to do with him.

Did Reed yearn for success?

He dreamed of it.

His requirements were not high. He didn't even expect the general public to know his name or recognize his face. He just hoped that every time he entered a crew, he wouldn't have to introduce himself to his fellow actors over and over again.

One person, even just one person, could remember his name—

After all, he had been active on the television screen for ten years.

Today, his dream finally came true, but he never expected it to come from Anson.

Reed was instantly struck.

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