From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Rest, I am resting right now." Anson looked at Lucas with a face full of composure, even stretching lazily, emphasizing his current state.

Lucas looked at Anson expressionlessly, unmoved, "You know what I mean."

The body is resting, but the brain can't stop, that still doesn't count as rest.

Lucas's eyes were filled with speechlessness, "You just finished filming a movie, and now you're already considering the next project? What I mean is you should rest for two or three months, and then we can discuss new projects."

"Besides, didn't you just say you were considering creating a new album?"

Anson answered irrelevantly, "So all of these are projects?"

Lucas: ……

Anson looked at Lucas, who was nervous and fully alert, but only found it amusing. He could already see that Lucas was just like the Wood couple—

They wouldn't be able to relax anytime soon.

Anson, "I am indeed preparing to rest and adjust for a period of time, I'm not in a hurry at the moment."

"On the one hand, I am indeed considering creating an album. This filming brought a lot of feelings, and music is a very good medium. It can carry a lot of emotional weight, although it is also a kind of performance, but to some extent, I believe it is closer to my self and truth than acting."

"I want to explore it in depth."

"On the other hand, I need time to get out of the role of Johnny Cash."

"Acting is like this, it's not something you can easily get into, and it's also not something you can easily get out of."

"I'm still in the state of Johnny Cash right now, it feels a little strange, I need to relax for a while, I can't immediately throw myself into new work."

"But…"

Lucas hadn't spoken all along, because he knew there would be a turning point later—

Sure enough, as expected.

Anson noticed Lucas's gaze, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "What, what kind of look is that you're giving me?"

Lucas sized Anson up carefully, "It's a look of incomprehension."

At this moment, Anson was lying lazily on the sofa, completely without any posture, all image and temperament were gone.

This was the Anson that Lucas was familiar with, it had been the same since childhood; however, the Anson that people see in the media now seems to be completely different from the image in his eyes.

"I still can't understand why so many women treat you as their dream lover. If they saw this scene, the speed of their disillusionment should exceed the speed of light."

Anson laughed directly, "That's why it's called 'dream lover', everything is a dream, a fantasy, an imagination, a carrier for entrusting their perfect dreams. To put it bluntly, I'm just a tool."

Lucas thought about it seriously, and gently raised his chin, "That explanation makes much more sense."

Anson spread his hands, "That's why they say distance creates beauty, don't easily get close to your idol, a little carelessness might lead to a large-scale disillusionment disaster."

Lucas, "I agree. Very good, I'll communicate with Edgar to increase your security team. In order to prevent those fans from getting close to you and causing disillusionment, we need to protect your image. Are eight bodyguards enough?"

Anson: ? ? ? Hey, wait, the turning point of things doesn't seem quite right.

Lucas ignored Anson, "But? What about your 'but' just now?"

Anson looked at Lucas, still trying to argue a few words, but looking at Lucas's uncompromising expression, Anson knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter—

A hopeless life.

So, will he be surrounded by a group of men in black suits every time he goes out in the future? Is the thing he used to see in movies or gossip magazines, where top superstars are so popular that they can't go out on their own, really going to become a reality?

Anson let out a long breath, "There's no 'but' anymore, I'm not in the mood anymore."

Anson lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the sky, but after a short while, he realized that things didn't seem right. He sat up straight again, and sure enough, he saw Lucas calmly flipping through the script again—

Trap!

It turned out that everything was a trap!

Looking at the faint smile on the corner of Lucas's mouth, Anson sat cross-legged again.

"But!"

Anson cleared his throat.

Regarding rest, Anson was serious. The filming experience of "Walk the Line" was the first time Anson immersed, invested, and lost himself in a role.

Even now, without Anson realizing it, his words and deeds still continued the state of Johnny Cash to some extent; he just didn't notice it himself, and needed to get rid of the control of lines and lenses to realize that he didn't need to continue acting.

That feeling was very subtle and strange.

Such an experience, in Anson's not-so-long acting career, was undoubtedly brand new, a little unfamiliar, a little flustered, and also a little confused. It seemed that the transition from a vase to a real actor was not as simple as imagined. The things and experiences that an actor needs to feel opened the door to a brand new world.

Moreover, more importantly, Anson was still digesting his own problems, whether it was Jack or the nine-year-old Anson Wood, as well as himself in his past life. Memories and dreams were intertwined and permeated together. Occasionally, in a moment of恍惚, Anson would fall into some kind of illusion—

The misalignment of reality and illusion stirred in his brain.

So, Anson really needed to rest, even if his family was not watching him all the time, he understood this himself.

Three months? Six months?

Maybe it doesn't take that long, maybe it needs more time and space, but Anson doesn't care.

After all, he doesn't need to work hard for a living now, nor does he need to fight for fame, power, or image. He just hopes to follow his heart and live for himself.

Rest, he was serious.

Right now, the chat with Lucas was really just… chatting.

It's just that, looking at Lucas, who was fully alert and facing a formidable enemy, Anson's mischievous psychology emerged again, and his eyes surged with a eager light.

"But."

"The cooperation negotiations for film projects are not that simple. The negotiation of one project may take three to six months, and the time to actually enter the crew will need to be extended further. The projects we're looking at now may not start filming until next year."

"Moreover, those truly popular projects still need to be started first."

Lucas looked up at Anson again. Even though his plan was seen through, he didn't panic. He still listened attentively, and then showed a slightly puzzled expression.

"I thought you didn't care. 'The Butterfly Effect' and 'Walk the Line' are not popular projects."

Anson chuckled twice, "That's the difference."

"If I were just picking projects for myself, then naturally there's no need to rush; but now the situation is different, there's also Forest Pictures, I need to pick projects for the company."

Lucas shook his head, "The original intention of establishing Forest Pictures was like DreamWorks, to allow you to enjoy filming projects that you are interested in."

Anson, "But if that's the case, the ceiling of Forest Pictures would also be DreamWorks. Obviously, you have no interest in becoming the second DreamWorks."