From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Afternoon, the sun was just right.

The rare, bright sunlight lazily sprinkled down, without the obstruction of tall buildings, Central Park opened its arms to welcome it wholeheartedly, the lush greenery filled the field of vision, and the whole world became vivid, with fresh and bright water vapor and laughter floating in the air.

New York has finally bid farewell to the harsh winter, and the footsteps of summer are approaching completely.

Compared with Los Angeles, New York in late spring and early summer is not as hot and scorching, but a rare and pleasant time of the year, even more comfortable.

So, Anson quietly returned to New York—

The recording studios here, with equipment and quantity no less than Los Angeles, are not like Los Angeles, exposed to the paparazzi's surveillance at all times.

However, today Anson did not go to the recording studio, but to the family home on the Upper West Side, to have lunch with Charles and Nora. The Wood couple, who usually chose to have a simple lunch outside due to busy work, rarely came home to enjoy lunch because of their youngest son.

As soon as Anson's foot entered the elevator, a man in a black suit and blue shirt followed him into the elevator. He was holding a cup of coffee in his left hand and a PDA (personal digital assistant) in his right hand, busy looking down, and a black briefcase under his right arm, with no time to look up at all.

Although smartphones have not yet appeared, we can already see the future mode of mobile office.

Life doesn't seem to be that different.

Anson's lips curled up slightly, and he politely asked, "Which floor, please?"

"Third floor," the PDA man replied, and then added, "Thank you."

Third floor, the same destination as Anson.

The elevator quickly stopped on the third floor, and after the PDA man thanked him again with a slight nod, he hurriedly left the elevator. Anson made way, and after waiting for the other party to leave, he left the elevator, looked left and right, and the man had already strode towards the end of the corridor on the right.

Anson looked at the room number and also stepped towards the right.

As a result, the PDA man stood at the door of a suite and rang the doorbell. The corner of his eye noticed a figure approaching, and he subconsciously raised his head to look over, his attention should still be on his own business, his expression was a little tired and hesitant, and he pointed to the room.

"Are you… sure?"

Anson made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation, "I'm not a stalker."

The PDA man tilted his head, looking puzzled, his expression a little strange, and his subconscious action was to look up and down, but not looking at the upper body, but scanning Anson's clothes—

A light beige tennis shirt, a mint green wool casual suit, light blue washed jeans, simple and generous, with a bit of formality in leisure, but not too ostentatious, like the first ray of sunlight breaking through the winter, falling on the first touch of tender green on the treetops.

The PDA man couldn't help but take another look. Just as he was about to take another look, the door of the suite had already opened, and a woman with flaxen hair appeared with a thick stack of brochures and a smile on her face.

"Hey, good afternoon, I'm Sandra."

"Sorry, I'm too busy to be energetic, please forgive my neglect."

Although she had a smile on her face, it was obvious that it was a business mode, her eyes did not look at the two men in front of her at all, and her thoughts should still be elsewhere. She hurriedly distributed the brochures in her hand to the two people, and skillfully issued an invitation.

"This is our brochure, gentlemen, please come with me."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, she had already turned and entered the suite.

Anson looked down at the brochure in his hand. The cover was a painting in a golden frame, the background inside the frame was a classic European castle, and Anne Hathaway was wearing a simple medieval princess costume, looking at the camera with a smile, as if she was talking to the audience.

—"Ella Enchanted".

Before Anson could respond, she was already urging in front. Anson followed the PDA man into the suite, passed through the corridor filled with white lilies, and entered the suite's living room. The bustling figures filled the entire space, men, women, old and young, everything.

A quick glance could reveal that everyone was busy with their own affairs, laptops, handwritten notes, PDAs, brick phones, brochures, etc. The room was not noisy, but you could clearly perceive the busy and crowded atmosphere, and it seemed that you could hear the sound of the brain running at high speed colliding in the air.

Sandra walked to a temporary reception desk next to the sofa and showed a smile, "So, what do you think of the movie?"

The PDA man took a sip of coffee, "Oh, I think it's a wonderful work, reminiscent of 'The Princess Diaries', and other Disney movies. Obviously, live-action fairy tale movies always have a unique charm."

Sandra looked at Anson, and the PDA man also looked at Anson.

Anson blinked: I don't like it.

This sentence was already on the tip of his tongue, but realizing that he had better not reveal his identity to attract attention, the words took a detour, "I agree."

Sandra, "Sorry, I need to register, which media are you from?"

PDA man, "'The Village Voice'."

The next second, Anson could feel the gazes focusing on him, "…'Seventeen'."

Sandra and the PDA man both showed enlightened expressions, and even nodded slightly towards Anson.

At the moment, "Seventeen" is the top youth magazine in North America, with excellent sales. This magazine focuses on the youth market, focusing on fashion, culture, beauty, love advice, and lifestyle, etc.

Although this is not a movie magazine, "Ella Enchanted" focuses on the youth market, and the appearance of "Seventeen" here is obviously not surprising.