From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

Not noisy, but not quiet either. Although no one was shouting, the crew was always filled with an undercurrent of restlessness. Glimpses out of the corner of their eyes, conversations cut short as they passed by, whispered exchanges followed by mysterious smiles, all floated in the air.

Unpleasant.

Reese knew she wasn't the subject of the gossip, but the atmosphere was still unsettling.

However, the person actually involved was still enjoying himself, as if nothing had happened.

Reese looked at Anson, who was all smiles, "Are you sure it's okay?"

Anson seemed not to understand Reese's words, "What?"

Reese was stunned, a breath caught in her throat. Looking at Anson, she felt like a fool for worrying about his situation.

Reese's lips twitched slightly, revealing a smile, "It's nothing, I just noticed you're sweating a lot. Are you okay?"

Anson waved his hand, "I'm fine, just preparing for the performance."

Filming was about to begin, cutting directly to the middle of Johnny Cash's performance, because after half a performance, Johnny was indeed drenched in sweat.

Originally, the makeup artist was going to apply makeup to Anson to create the effect of sweating; but Anson went to the waiting room in advance, sang loudly in it for thirty minutes, plus last night's hangover and today's lack of sleep, his body felt weak, and soon he was steaming and sweating profusely, which was perfect for entering the performance.

Reese looked at Anson, who was relaxed and eager to try, and couldn't help but sigh, is this the difference between people?

If she were in the eye of the storm, she would probably be restless at this time, and might not even be able to tell whether the food in her mouth was sweet or salty.

But what about Anson?

Reese didn't say anything more, "That's great then."

Taking a deep breath, Reese refocused her attention, staying focused, and watching all the departments and links of the crew prepare completely, she finally relaxed and entered the state.

Everything was ready.

Screams, shouts, roars, came rolling in. The small theater that could accommodate three hundred people was packed to the brim. Extras and temporary actors dressed in their parents' 1950s clothes, as if in a costume party, came to participate in the party.

Appearing in a Hollywood movie in the form of a costume party was crazy enough.

But who would have thought that what was even more crazy was being able to see Anson up close.

"Anson, that's Anson!"

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can't breathe."

"Anson, Anson, Anson, ahhh..."

Because they were too excited and too excited, the sound broke through the clouds and broke through the limit, and finally exceeded their own audio range, just silently but狂热地continuously opening their mouths:

Ahhh!

The entire theater was noisy, boiling mightily, the scene completely out of control, the theater turned into a volcano—

This was completely unexpected by the crew.

Mangold: ???

Of course, this was what they asked for.

When they saw Johnny Cash/Anson Wood on stage, the audience should do their best to explode with energy and render the heat wave of the live performance.

This is in line with the reality in the movie.

However, Mangold was caught off guard and completely did not expect that Anson's appearance would detonate such energy, far beyond control.

Now what?

Stop it? It doesn't seem necessary, because this is the effect the crew wants to see.

Let it go? The situation is about to get out of control, is this really okay?

Some people even started stomping their feet and jumping, the frenzy of losing their minds was shaking the building, and the world was shaking with the earth-shattering.

Mangold blinked, and he suddenly realized that they seemed to lack some accurate judgment on Anson's appeal. Although the crew had been lively and eye-catching since the start of filming, he always thought it was the aura of a "Hollywood crew"; now it seems that he may have some illusions.

Someone next to him asked, "Director, what should we do? Should we start filming directly, will the situation be out of control?"

After all, the main characters of this scene should be Johnny Cash and June Carter; but at the same time, they also need the audience to cooperate with the performance.

Mangold: ...

However, before Mangold could speak, Anson had already taken the stage.

Stepping forward, Anson stood at the front of the stage, raised his hands, made a downward pressing motion, smiled and exchanged eye contact with the audience in front of him, established a connection in this way, and completed a fan-shaped coverage along the front edge of the stage, ensuring that every corner was taken care of.

Once, twice.

The volcano that had lost control in front of him calmed down incredibly. Although it was still excited and亢奋, the violently fluctuating chest and the eyes full of light leaked the emotions that continued to burn; but the theater did calm down, and the surging restlessness was hidden under the surface of the sea and continued to surge.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, thank you for letting me know what's happening in the outside world. Obviously, the movie theater is very lively."

Hahaha, a burst of laughter.

"But, I have a reason for staying focused and rejecting outside news. Let's focus on the work in front of us. Today, I need your help. Let's enjoy the performance together, let's complete today's performance together, how about it?"

Clap clap clap! Thunderous applause.

Not only applause, but also whistles, responding to Anson in this way.

Anson spread his right palm downward again, this time he controlled the scene without much effort, "Save some energy, we still have a long day ahead."

This time, there was only a soft laughter in the theater, and it was quickly controlled.

Looking around, you could see all the audience in the theater staring at Anson eagerly, the bright light revealed in those eyes was full of inner surging, and each one slightly raised their chins and looked up at Anson with anticipation and admiration—

There is no need to perform at all, this can perfectly reproduce the grand occasion of Johnny Cash's performance.

A time tunnel seemed to be opened between the movie and reality, and the two time and spaces were perfectly integrated together, and the figure standing on the stage seemed to be Anson one second, and then transformed into Johnny the next second, and then returned to Anson in a trance, and the two figures slowly overlapped together.

The atmosphere of the theater was created in this way.

Reese was also a little fascinated, unconsciously completely watching the figure.

At this moment, he turned his head, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Are you ready?"

Reese's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded quickly, "Of course. Of course!"

Anson made an "OK" gesture towards the camera lens.

In an instant, without even Mangold giving orders, all the crew members were on alert, kept quiet, and entered the working state.

So that Mangold was emptied, looking left and right, the crew who perfectly entered the shooting state without his guidance, was slightly unfamiliar.

But Mangold shrugged slightly and didn't say much—

Isn't this great?

The problem was solved and entered the state before he had to worry about it, which was as good as being able to start eating directly at the table, it couldn't be better.

"Action!"