From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Silence descended.

All sounds ceased.

Every gaze in the room turned towards Anson, eyes unblinking, locked onto him. The terror erupted from the depths of their souls, a surging energy that effortlessly consumed them, leaving them incapable of thought.

Jack couldn't resist. He was suppressed on every level, from the physical to the mental. It was as if one could see his life and soul shrinking, that flame being swallowed by an overwhelming darkness.

"Stop!"

The teacher, sensing the moment, promptly ended the performance, rushing forward to pull Anson away.

Jack flipped over, landing on all fours, gasping for breath. He coughed, too eager, his body completely curled up, a sense of exhaustion washing over him. The next second, he simply lay down.

Anson was no exception. Completely immersed in the role, he couldn't immediately pull himself out. The emotions in his mind still roared. He sat on the ground, hands clasped over his knees, his chest heaving like bellows.

Clap, clap, clap!

Clap, clap, clap!

The entire room erupted in thunderous applause.

No one was unmoved. No one.

From this scene, it was clear that the two actors were attempting to lead the performance in completely different ways. Jack relied more on physical language to break the balance, his body moving before his mind; while Anson relied more on mental impact, one twist after another easily overturning the situation.

And that was why gazes couldn't leave Anson.

Although the initiative shifted several times throughout the process, the real story thread and the impromptu performance all came from Anson's guidance.

Moreover, Anson had actually completed a small character arc within the limited space, instantly fleshing out the image of the uncle.

This was truly astonishing.

Eyes simply couldn't look away.

But from another perspective, whether it was Anson or Jack, releasing such intense energy during the improvisation, the back-and-forth tug-of-war and collision, was truly captivating. Both actors deserved recognition.

If one observed closely, they could see two or three students wiping away tears. They could all feel the impact of the dramatic tension. Such full and rich emotions produced different experiences in different viewers, their own feelings silently resonating.

The applause resounded completely.

Especially when the teacher helped Jack and Anson up and signaled for them to stand in the center of the classroom to receive the applause, the applause became even more enthusiastic.

Both Anson and Jack were somewhat exhausted. They had released too much energy in a short period of time, and their bodies and nerves were completely tense. Now that they suddenly relaxed, a feeling of fatigue mixed with exhilaration surged like a tide.

But, this feeling wasn't bad.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then Jack opened his arms to make a hugging gesture. Anson was still not used to the common hugging here, so he showed a regretful expression and gently shook his head to refuse.

Jack: …

Looking at Jack's surprised and hurt expression, Anson's brow relaxed. Only then did he give Jack a hug, revealing a bright smile.

For Anson, it was indeed a considerable gain—

Objectively speaking, improvisation, sounded difficult, but was actually even more difficult. Both he and Jack were the same, lacking experience, and their on-the-spot reactions were still slightly awkward, so both of them relied more on their own instincts.

Jack chose to break the balance on a physical level, Anson chose a crazy twist on the plot level, but in essence, there was really no distinction between high and low. It was just that Anson completed a small arc setting for the uncle in a short period of time, which firmly grasped the audience's attention.

For Anson personally, these twists and these outbursts were still too simple and crude, not only one-dimensional but also lacking logic, and needed to be improved; the real gain still came from the acting, the back-and-forth interaction.

Now, Anson vaguely understood what the teacher meant by going to feel and experience. Acting was not a one-person activity, it was a role of interaction between the actor and the character, the script, other actors, the director, and other departments of the crew. Each link had its own emotions, and the actor needed to complete the work of carrying and presenting.

As for how to do it?

Anson currently had no clue, and even the theory itself was only a superficial understanding, relying more on his own instincts; but it had to be said that this experience did open a door to a whole new world.

Inside, the scenery was unique.

Class was over—

It wasn't until this moment that the students relaxed, like after sweating from exercise, gathering in twos and threes to greet each other.

Anson and Jack seemed particularly busy. One or two students naturally gathered around them, asking their names, discussing the performance just now, and expressing their opinions without reservation, not all of them were praise.

Despite this, the atmosphere was still cheerful.

"So, how do you feel?" Anson and Jack walked out of the classroom. Two hours, not long or short, but there was a sense of hearty satisfaction. This experience did open their eyes.

Jack was very honest, "Yes, I learned a lot, but I'm not sure if they can bring more. The core of the whole class is to feel yourself, there is no methodology I expected, so I may need to take another look."

Anson laughed.

Jack, "What's wrong?"

Anson waved his hand, "No, usually, after a good class experience, people might immediately rush to sign up, but after actually signing up, the membership card lies in the drawer gathering dust, maybe never to be looked at again."

There must be many people who have a gym card at home that has been forgotten after one or two uses.

Jack scratched his head, "I'm more cautious."

The corners of Anson's mouth turned up completely, "No, I mean, that's a good thing. I agree with your idea, we should see what basic courses are here, and how the lines, expressions, movements, etc. are polished."

"Of course, I believe that the core of acting courses is to believe in the actor's own color, rather than creating cookie-cutter Barbie dolls, but the basic training courses can still show some clues."

At this point, Jack's expression brightened completely, "That's it, yes, absolutely right! Otherwise, if you just believe in everyone's talent, then why take classes? Anyway, talent can't be changed. If that's the case, isn't the acting academy a money-grabbing cult."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack froze—

Too loud.

He got excited without paying attention. He could hear the echo of his voice circling in the hall. Wasn't that bad?

Jack showed an awkward smile, "Did they notice?"

Anson looked around at the faces that were either stunned or amused by the accident, then nodded slightly to Jack and shouted.

"Run."

Jack was stunned, only to see Anson's figure rushing out, and then looking back and shouting again.

"Run, Jack, run!"

That bright smile, rushing out into the deep blue night, Jack also reflexively followed, and just rushing out broke the stalemate, laughter rippling in his chest, leaving behind a stunned look of confusion.

First update.