From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Huh, how is that possible?"

"Really, it's true! Someone just redeemed a limited-edition poster."

"Ahhh, ahhh, that limited-edition poster is a character poster!"

"Character poster, which character?"

"What do you think? Of course, it's Anson."

"So, it's basically an Anson solo poster?"

Ah!

Screams erupted, completely igniting the crowd, and the commotion showed no sign of calming down.

Anson, truly amazing.

In Nicholas's view, Anson had deliberately not revealed the egg reward.

The prank bookmark at the game machine made people smile knowingly, naturally creating a preconceived notion that this was just a small prank; so that when they found the prank ghost face note at the gashapon machine, they naturally assumed it was part of the event—

After all, there weren't many prank notes, so the audience wouldn't feel cheated.

If someone collected the prank note as a souvenir, they would discover the hidden reward, which was the real Easter egg.

But what if they threw it away?

Then it was gone, with no chance of redemption.

Nicholas could even imagine the smile in Anson's bright eyes, a look of satisfaction as he appreciated everything that was happening.

Unbelievable!

A premiere had completely transformed into a carnival party.

Stopping in his tracks, Nicholas looked around, the area packed with people.

Shoulder to shoulder!

In terms of sheer numbers, it couldn't compare to the Chinese Theatre; the spatial capacity was incomparable. Hollywood Boulevard's wide streets could easily accommodate thousands of people, but here, even if every nook and cranny was filled, it probably wouldn't hold a thousand.

However, the atmosphere was completely different.

Tonight, Hollywood Boulevard was lively, but it exuded a strong sense of work, a taste of industrial saccharine, so intense and fierce, yet carrying the hypocrisy of putting on a show, strong on the outside but hollow on the inside.

But at the Wilshire Theatre, the air was filled with lighthearted joy, and the faces of the red-cheeked people showed genuine happiness, with a mood of exploration and research, embarking on an adventure in a small space.

Involuntarily, his lips curled up, his heart stirred.

Genuine happiness.

Who could have imagined that a movie premiere could turn into this?

Generally speaking, a movie premiere is ultimately a promotional platform. The audience is just the audience. They stay in front of the stage, looking up at the stars under the spotlight. The premiere is just a display stand, a one-sided presentation.

But "The Butterfly Effect" broke down the barriers of the display stand, allowing the audience to invade the stage, become part of the event, and participate in the film's promotion and display, relying on their own steps to discover the film's charm.

It must be said, this is a subversion.

Anson dared to think, and New Line Cinema dared to do, ultimately achieving the spectacle before them.

His heart was surging, his excitement irrepressible.

Soon, Nicholas realized that his previous thought was not an illusion—

He wasn't the only reporter who had left the Chinese Theatre.

Accurately speaking, more and more people were joining in, flocking towards the Wilshire Theatre.

"Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World" premiere was grand and magnificent enough, but lacked novelty. The template-style report could be directly copied and pasted, without needing to expend effort. Gathering so many news resources was a pure waste.

But "The Butterfly Effect" premiere was different; every nook and cranny was a surprise.

Moreover, Nicholas was also curious about how Anson and his team were planning to make their appearance.

The T-shaped intersection in front of them left no space at all, packed with people. Reporters and audience members were mixed together, indistinguishable from each other. Nicholas couldn't imagine how the cast members should make a dazzling appearance, nor could he imagine how the reporters should take photos and conduct interviews.

Could it be... a hot air balloon?

Nicholas suddenly looked up at the sky, imagining the scene of Anson descending from the sky.

If so, then "The Butterfly Effect" could easily steal all the topics from "Master and Commander". Anson appearing in the style of 007 James Bond would be something that couldn't be surpassed for the next month, probably.

One thought, in a flurry, took root and sprouted in his mind, and could no longer be stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nicholas noticed that more people were coming from the east side, wave after wave, without stopping. Although the center of the crowd was on Hollywood Boulevard, the focus of attention was on the Wilshire Theatre—

If Russell Crowe knew, he probably wouldn't be happy about this.

Wait, that's…

Nicholas was stunned, literally frozen in place.

A black hoodie, black jeans, paired with a dark blue denim jacket.

The casual and relaxed outfit outlined a slender figure and well-proportioned proportions, and the youthful vitality between gestures effortlessly stood out.

Even in a sea of people, even in a dense crowd, they were still head and shoulders above the rest.

Looking around, you could immediately catch their attention.

With a slight upturn of their lips, they were chatting happily with their companions, the comfortable posture making them look like young people out partying on an ordinary night, with no special difference from the audience present.

Beside him, a girl wore a white short skirt, paired with a light blue denim top, and a head of slightly curly long hair draped down, with a red hibiscus flower blooming quietly by her ear in the late autumn Los Angeles night.

There was also a boy, whose casual outfit of a T-shirt and jeans was slightly rough, casually rolling up his denim jacket, revealing a string of beads and ropes on his wrist, and unruly short hair standing stubbornly and messily.

The three of them, talking and laughing, teasing and joking with each other, walked slowly in the night.

They, like Nicholas just now, should have parked their vehicles in the parking lot below, and then walked up the slope to enter the carnival scene.

At the same time, they were no different from the people who were arriving at the Wilshire Theatre one after another, as if they were young people going out to watch a movie.

Everything was ordinary and normal.

Perhaps, the only problem was—

This group of people was not ordinary at all.

Heath Ledger, Rachel McAdams, and… Anson Wood.

It was the three main actors of "The Butterfly Effect", and they should also be the protagonists of tonight's premiere, standing under the spotlight, bathed in cheers and applause, stepping onto the red carpet, and enjoying the splendor of the celebrity world.

And the result?

They treated themselves as part of the party, walking into the night and into the revelry like thousands of ordinary people, completely subverting the concept of a premiere.

Nicholas was stunned, completely stunned by the scene before him.

He even doubted his eyes.

Blinking, rubbing his eyes, and confirming again and again, he realized that he had not seen wrong.

Subconsciously, he raised his camera and pressed the shutter at the three young people—

In the dense crowd, they were no different from the surrounding people. Even top superstars were just ordinary members in the crowd. Without spotlights and without flashlights, there was no so-called starlight.

However, they still easily stood out, everything around them quieted down, the focus began to blur and diffuse, and those smiles and that happiness stood out.

Like superstars.