From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Vivian. Vanity Fair. Joan Carter. Life.

For Johnny, everything was filled with confusion. He didn't understand the reason, nor could he see the whole picture. He was trapped within it. Even though everything seemed to finally be on track, with his career and life entering a new chapter, why did he feel so restricted, the constraints tightening, almost suffocating him?

Lost and confused.

And so, Johnny erupted.

During a show performance, Johnny deliberately interrupted the act midway, inviting Joan Carter to join him on stage.

Although he knew Joan Carter wouldn't like it, he also knew that with Joan Carter's dedication and professionalism, she wouldn't refuse, even if she disliked it.

Thus, under the influence of alcohol and drugs, Johnny's mind became a muddled mess, and things spiraled out of control.

He incited the audience, 'kidnapped' Joan Carter, forcing her to come on stage and perform a love song with him; he even dragged the show's vulgar culture towards Joan Carter, making inappropriate jokes.

This thoroughly enraged Joan Carter.

The performance did not end smoothly.

Backstage, Joan Carter rebuked Johnny, which pushed him further into the abyss. He had only just entered Vanity Fair and hadn't even had time to climb to the top before losing himself in the dazzling lights.

This less-than-smooth and imperfect collaborative performance is what "Walk the Line" is preparing to film today.

On one hand, the two actors need to complete the performance, showcasing the undercurrent of tension and confrontation between the two characters.

On the other hand, the two actors need to complete the live performance, not just singing, but also incorporating the deviation between appearance and essence into the music.

However, the preliminary preparation is just theoretical; truly entering the battle is a completely different test. Not only the actors, but the entire crew can deeply feel this pressure.

A little excitement, a little tension, different emotions intertwined.

Although the crew members have been avoiding interfering with Anson's work, topics surrounding "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" have more or less reached Anson's ears.

"Anson's performance this time is too good, our side is also worth looking forward to."

"I didn't see it before, I thought he was just a pretty face, but now it's different."

"Actually, you could see it from the first scene of our crew. Anson is an actor with ideas, and this movie also proves this point."

"I can't believe it, I actually really like the character of Joel this time. He was supposed to be a loser, but Anson actually made him very charming."

"Don't worry, I don't think Anson has any problems, but Reese may need to worry."

Praise, expectation, trust.

Anson had not expected this day to come so quickly, that his acting skills could be so recognized and carry such great expectations.

This is a good thing.

After all, someone is finally starting to look forward to Anson's performance as an actor.

But at the same time, it is also a bad thing.

The ubiquitous pressure began to accumulate, and during this time, Anson suffered from insomnia like never before—

Even working with Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks didn't cause insomnia, but this time, Anson was truly facing sleep deprivation on set.

On the surface, Anson jokingly said that the state of insomnia perfectly matched Johnny's state, seamlessly connecting.

In fact, the real situation was not so simple. Prolonged insomnia can easily lead to a scattered attention span, making it impossible to stay focused during filming.

Perhaps, it's just a moment of distraction, but the movie's camera lens will not miss it, and the actor will be out of character.

It is precisely because of this that Anson has been studying the role and the performance. After careful consideration, he chose to enter the state last night in a simple and crude way:

Character possession.

But now, his entire head is dizzy, he can't even feel the soreness of his muscles, and his senses of sight, hearing, touch, etc. have all become dull. Anson can't be sure if this is a good idea.

"…Anson?"

Lucas noticed. He doesn't understand acting, but he is worried about Anson's condition.

Anson took a deep breath and waved his hand, "I'm fine."

Lucas didn't believe it, "Are you sure?"

Anson's mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't raise it, "If I'm not sure, it's too late. There's no way to regret and start over now."

Lucas, "Why not? If you're not in good condition, we'll pause for a day today, take a good rest, recharge our batteries, and start again tomorrow or the day after."

Anson raised his head to look at Lucas, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.

Lucas was not worried, his face full of calmness, "This is my company, this is my project, I can do whatever I want. If anyone is going to gossip, they can get out at any time. I don't mind Hollywood spreading the word that I'm a tyrant."

Anson, "Haha."

Bursting out laughing, but Anson still barely supported himself to stand up, "It has nothing to do with them, it has to do with me. I am learning and exploring acting, this is a process. I have to try it myself to know what is right, what is suitable, I am ready."

Lucas carefully looked Anson up and down, finding a stubbornness in those tired and sloppy eyebrows, which made Lucas sigh softly.

The youngest son of the Wood family is the most stubborn and arrogant, with a mischievous and lawless personality. When he was a child, he would cause strong protests from the neighbors and school teachers every now and then, but the Wood couple always stood by their children.

Not to mention that the Wood family also has a strong and assertive eldest son.

Lucas knew that if Anson made up his mind, no one could change it, but he still said one more sentence, "Anson, you don't have to force yourself. No matter what happens, you can let go and do it. Anyway, I am here, even in Hollywood."

Anson laughed directly, "Don't worry, no one can make me feel wronged now."

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief, not continuing to say anything more, but carefully looking Anson up and down, he couldn't help but take another look, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his eyes full of weirdness.

Anson looked down at himself, "What's wrong?"

Lucas looked disgusted, "Aren't you going to change your clothes? Hurry up and take a shower and clean up. God, I thought you were lying at the door of the bathroom and fell asleep on the way to take a bath. Your current image is simply…"

Lucas refused to comment.

Anson blinked his eyes, "Is it bad?"

Lucas nodded mercilessly, "Very."

Anson grinned, revealing a smile, "That's right, that means I succeeded, okay, I'll go to the crew with this look."

Lucas: ? ? ?