From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Fresh, cool air, mixed with a faint smell of decay, wafted over, not strong, but still enough to make one frown. Unlike the heat and dryness of Los Angeles, autumn had already arrived at this corner of New York.

A wave of familiarity and warmth.

In the blink of an eye, Anson had been in this time and space for five months. He had remained cautious, but after Lucas's visit, Anson finally relaxed, believing he was ready to face the Wood couple.

Now, Anson was even more certain.

He was one hundred percent sure that he had never been to New York in his previous life, but he could feel a deep familiarity in his soul. Those unfamiliar things naturally integrated into his body and mind, feeling completely natural.

Boom. Boom boom boom.

Even the heavy, congested airport traffic couldn't spoil his good mood. As soon as the plane landed, he could feel the difference between Los Angeles and New York. Although both were big cities, their styles were completely different.

Anson thought he would be repelled, but in fact, he wasn't.

On the contrary, he felt a little happy.

Not because of the endless stream of traffic, but because of the comforting familiarity.

Edgar's voice came from beside him, "Sorry, give me a moment."

Edgar was a little flustered—

At this moment, one could see Edgar's lack of experience as a junior agent.

Everything happened suddenly. From the meeting's decision to the business trip to New York, everything was impromptu, completely unplanned. This meant that Edgar had to arrange everything on the fly.

Auditions, all expenses borne by himself. Production companies would not pay for travel expenses. This was also the reason why actors basically chose to live in Los Angeles and New York, to easily go to auditions at any time. Not needing to waste time on the road was one aspect, and transportation and accommodation costs were another.

So, Edgar needed to book a hotel and prepare clothes for Anson.

Note that in 2000, there was no internet, so things were not so convenient. Everything needed to be booked by phone, and it was impossible to check room availability in advance.

One thing after another, Edgar seemed flustered.

Or rather, what Edgar lacked was not experience, but an assistant. Those senior agents wouldn't bother with these trivial matters; they would all be handed over to an assistant.

But Edgar didn't have an assistant.

In fact, Edgar was responsible for the assistant's work himself. He just needed a little time.

Oh right, and a Yellow Pages phone book.

Edgar was a little embarrassed.

On the plane, he was confident and composed, but as soon as he landed, he was in trouble, and hadn't even finished booking a hotel.

Neither of them had checked luggage, and they could leave the airport directly after getting off the plane, but now they had to stop because they didn't have a destination.

So now, hotel, clothes, contacting Ian Bryce's office, one thing after another. He seemed like a dachshund sweating profusely under the sun, spinning around in place, completely exposing his shortcomings.

This was not the scene Edgar had imagined—

Damn it.

But Edgar still controlled himself, took a deep breath, and regained his composure, "Anson, all the expenses for this audition will be covered by me, don't worry."

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly, "William Morris reimburses?

Edgar gave a smile, "Of course not."

All paid out of his own pocket.

However, Edgar believed it was worth it. He didn't hesitate at all.

Edgar blinked, "Of course, no problem, but where to?

As a junior agent and assistant, Edgar had booked countless flights, hotels, taxis, etc. to New York, but this was his first time coming to New York on a business trip, and he was still a little confused.

Anson said, "Didn't you pay attention to the details when you were researching? It seems you are still not careful enough. I was born and raised in New York."

After speaking, Anson had already started walking.

Edgar was stunned, and patted his forehead in annoyance and helplessness—

Very good, it was supposed to be the moment for him to show his ability as an agent, but he had a bad start. He lost control as soon as he landed.

"It seems that I need to work harder next."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Taking a deep breath and encouraging himself with a clenched fist, Edgar quickly followed, and Anson successfully got into a yellow taxi, and then heard Anson say to the driver.

"72nd Street West, Columbia Avenue."

You could tell he was a native just by listening.

The driver immediately understood, looked in the rearview mirror, and gave Anson a smile, "Okay, sir."

Stepping on the gas pedal, the yellow taxi merged into the traffic of New York.

In fact, it would be much more convenient to go to downtown Manhattan from LaGuardia Airport; John F. Kennedy International Airport is a bit further away from the city.

But things happened suddenly, they just chose the closest flight in terms of time, and decided to arrive in New York first, and other things could be arranged slowly later.

Things were as Anson expected—

Rush hour.

They were a little ahead of time, and the road was already noticeably crowded, but before the road was occupied by office workers, they successfully escaped.

Along the way, Edgar was constantly busy.

Phone. Text message. Phone. Text message.

Although the current mobile phone cannot be connected to the Internet like a computer, it can still create a lot of working time during the moving process.

Especially since the phone must be turned off on the plane, six hours of blank space left a lot of work, and Edgar started spinning like a top.

The journey was a little shorter than expected, arriving smoothly in less than forty minutes.

"…You email me the information, I've arrived at the destination now, I'll confirm it right away, yes, we need to hurry."

After ending the call in a hurry, Edgar took out cash to pay the fare, took the phone away from his cheek and shoulder, and took the backpack with him, completely busy. He didn't even notice the passage of time. It seemed like he had just gotten in the car, and after making two calls, he had already arrived.

"In Los Angeles, it takes about twenty-five minutes to go home from the airport. I thought New York would be much more crowded, and the speed shouldn't be so fast…"

Edgar was stunned halfway through his words—

Wait!

Looking at the four-story detached house in front of him, and then looking at the tree-lined park behind him, the endless green spread all the way to the end of the field of vision.

Open, distant, clean.

In New York, this is obviously… Central Park?

And Anson?

Edgar's eyes widened, his mind a little unable to process, "Here?"

Anson gave a smile, "Welcome to my home."

After speaking, without stopping, Anson strode towards the building across the street from Central Park, without a backpack or luggage, as if he had taken a flight from Los Angeles back to his New York residence.

Third update.