From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Drew - Fuller lost control of his reason for a moment. He was too surprised and shocked, and the words just blurted out.

“Oh, God! Shit!”

The word starting with “F” came right out, and in front of Anson.

In an instant, Drew froze. He felt like an ice pop.

Annie looked up at the sky, but had to calm down and save the situation, otherwise… … there would be no otherwise.

“Anson, this is Drew, Michael’s boyfriend.”

“Drew, this is Anson.”

Drew’s eyes widened, and he was so excited that he became incoherent. “This is definitely the most important moment of my life. When it really happens, it still doesn’t feel real. Oh, sorry, please forgive my nonsense. I must be crazy.”

“Anson, Anson! Of course, Anson, how could I not know Anson?”

“‘Spider-Man’, ‘The Butterfly Effect’, ‘Elephant’, right, and ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’.”

“Wow, sorry, I think I might faint!”

“I sincerely think you are the only actor worth watching in Hollywood right now, not because of your appearance, but because of the charm you give to your roles.”

Chatter, chatter, then, a sudden stop.

Starting without warning, and stopping in a strange place, Drew’s eyes widened, like a broken robot, and you could almost see the screws on his head falling off.

Michael, who was standing next to him, had a look of utter despair on his face. He put his hands on Drew’s shoulders, moved slightly backwards, inconspicuously completing the block, protecting Drew behind him, and squeezed out a smile at Anson, “… … Please forgive his enthusiasm.”

This scene was actually a little funny.

The smile on Anson’s lips turned up slightly. “Hey, I’m not an alien. Like Annie, I’m nothing special, just a slightly different job.”

Drew had a stiff smile on his face, as if he was talking to himself, or whispering to Michael—

But the volume was not low, and everyone present could hear it.

“God, he’s real.”

A statement, but spoken in a breathy voice, was hilariously explosive.

Michael’s expression was slightly awkward. “It’s not the same. Annie is just Annie, but you…”

Michael looked Anson up and down, trying to find an accurate adjective, but he still failed.

“You are you.” Michael said dryly, “A real star, like a character in a movie entering reality.”

Ha!

Anson laughed directly, “You should sit down and exchange ideas with my brother. He thinks the same way as you. In his eyes, I’m just a brat. He should be able to convince you that I’m just me, nothing special, a guy he beats up countless times in his mind.”

Aside, Annie chuckled, her shoulders gently shaking.

Michael twitched the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath, “I’m not sure things can be that simple.”

At this time, the opportunity was right.

Anson took out the gift he had prepared, “By the way, happy birthday.”

A black envelope, which looked low-key and formal, and you could feel the hidden luxury from the texture and design.

Michael looked at Annie, and Annie looked at Anson with surprise on her face. Obviously, Annie didn’t expect Anson to prepare a birthday gift in such a short period of time.

Drew gently patted Michael’s arm and whispered, “Michael, Michael…”

Michael looked at Anson cautiously, “Can I open it?”

Anson generously made an inviting gesture, “Of course. It’s not Christmas now, we don’t have to be so grand. Just a reminder, it’s not a check, please don’t be disappointed.”

A little joke made the atmosphere lighter.

Thomas deliberately let out a huge sigh of disappointment, “Alas, dreams shattered.”

Michael didn’t have time to pay attention to Thomas, opened the envelope, and inside was an invitation—

An invitation from an art workshop at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Michael looked at Anson with excitement on his face, and Anson politely explained, “That’s an art workshop, an event where a group of emerging artists gather to exchange and interact. I think you wouldn’t mind meeting some peers, after all, it’s especially lonely for a person to be limited to the creative circle.”

In Michael’s opinion, Anson is not only a superstar, but also a ray of light for an important turning point in his life. He has not found a chance to thank Anson since his paintings were sold last time. As a result, Anson sent such a gift today.

Thank you is not enough to express Michael’s feelings.

But his mind was in a mess and he couldn’t think at all. After thinking about it, he finally said “Thank you”.

Ding-ling!

The doorbell rang again, interrupting the conversation.

Thomas looked at Michael, who was full of emotion, rolled his eyes, and looked up at the sky, “Okay, I’ll open the door.”

Slumping his shoulders, dragging his feet, he walked to the apartment door, “Hey, Burt.”

A young man in a suit and leather shoes dragged his tired steps. Although he was neatly dressed, his face was full of the look of a “worker”. “Sorry I’m late, God, my boss is a jerk, have I told you that? I hate him.”

“What is it again today?” Thomas asked.

Burt - Watson was stunned, and gave a forced smile, “Actually, it’s nothing, just evaporated a few million dollars. Heh heh.”

Thomas also laughed, “Well done.”

The two entered the apartment, and Thomas took the initiative to introduce, “Burt, this is Anson; Anson, this is Burt, Annie’s elementary and middle school classmate, and also our next-door neighbor.”

Burt took a deep breath, showed a smile, politely stepped forward and shook hands with Anson, “Good evening, very glad to meet you.”

But his eyes didn’t linger, and he turned to look at Michael, “Ah ha, our birthday star is here, congratulations, Michael, you are taking another step towards the twenty-seven-year-old club, we are all chasing your footsteps.”

As he said this, he handed the gift to Michael.

Michael responded by raising his middle finger, which showed that they were very familiar.

Burt smiled very happily, “This is a hat, a very, very ugly hat. I think you’d better not wear it, otherwise you might get beaten up.”

After speaking, he crowed himself, turned around and looked at Annie again, “Oh, Annie, good evening.”

Annie cleared her throat, itching to say something, “Burt.”

Annie was hesitating whether she should explain to Burt who Anson was, but she didn’t know how to start. However, Burt was completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere, grabbed the beer peanuts next to him and started throwing them into his mouth.

Burt looked left and right, seeing everyone standing behind the sofa, at a loss, “What’s wrong, is everyone surrounding me, ready to dance?”

Michael quickly interjected, “Wine? Burt?”

Burt nodded, “That would be great, I desperately need some alcohol right now.”

With this sentence, everyone finally started to move. Thomas returned to the kitchen to continue working, Michael went to pour wine, and Drew pulled Annie to the bedroom to whisper and ask.