From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Scott Speedman, born in 1975, was once a swimmer, even competing in the trials for the Canadian Olympic team.

Unfortunately, injuries prevented him from continuing, and he transitioned into acting.

Tall, handsome, and with a bright, sunny disposition, Scott's physical attributes were excellent. Just three years after entering the industry, he successfully landed the lead role in the TV series "Felicity." Although the show wasn't a massive hit, its performance was still solid, securing four seasons; moreover, the show's producer was the later-renowned JJ Abrams.

Without a doubt, Scott was also looking for opportunities to break into the film industry.

Anson recognized him because he later starred in the "Underworld" series as the male lead, partnering with Kate Beckinsale, becoming the object of envy for countless male viewers.

Unfortunately, Scott's acting career never really took off.

Anson was a little surprised that Scott was also a candidate for "Spider-Man."

But perhaps this was a positive sign. From Scott to James Franco, they and Tobey Maguire were all handsome men with different styles. For Anson, the door of opportunity might be opening wider than he imagined.

It was unclear what stage Scott had reached in Sony Columbia's casting process, whether it was still a general audition or had already entered deeper rounds.

Clearly, Scott also knew that "Spider-Man" was a rare opportunity for him, and he hoped to seize it firmly, so he appeared particularly proactive at this moment.

— Smiling broadly, his body language was slightly exaggerated and somewhat stiff. While being proactive, he revealed the tense and complex emotions within.

Then.

Anson saw Sam raise his head, his eyelids still drooping, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. Through the slits of his eyes, he looked at Scott, his expression calm, as if he had seen through everything, without any fluctuations.

No response.

Scott immediately became awkward and helpless, but there was no turning back once he had started. Even if it was no good, he had to bite the bullet and refuse to admit defeat:

"A chance encounter, this is a chance encounter!"

Scott pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Sam, gesticulating and talking animatedly, but Sam still looked lifeless, seamlessly transitioning into the sloth Flash's meme from "Zootopia."

No words, no expressions, no actions, nothing at all, just letting the atmosphere gradually…become extremely awkward.

That laissez-faire attitude pushed Scott into a solo performance dilemma. Although the surroundings were still noisy, the air in that corner almost stagnated.

You could build a Disney castle with your toes.

Now Anson understood—

He should act natural, first think about what coffee he wanted to order, just like all the other ordinary customers coming to the coffee shop to buy coffee.

"Espresso, double."

"Latte, extra maple syrup."

One person after another, the ordering speed was very fast, but the progress of picking up the drinks next to them was slightly crowded, and the next person was about to be Anson's turn.

Then, at this moment.

A woman in a black suit had just picked up her coffee and was about to step away when she accidentally collided head-on with a man who had just finished ordering.

The woman felt like she had bumped into a wall. She slammed on the brakes, her body leaning back. The action of taking a sip of coffee was interrupted, and before she could react, the coffee had already fallen.

"Ah!"

The woman exclaimed.

In the next second, the man also took a small step back, his center of gravity swaying violently, but as soon as his foot retreated, he stepped on the foot of another person who was queuing to order, and the two people squeezed together, looking like they were about to fall.

Heck!

Ah!

Exclamations, astonishment, panic, gasps of cold air, it was a complete mess.

But the next second—

Wow!

Admiration and surprised gazes flocked in the same direction, and then they could see Anson, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, saving the day.

In a hurry, he instinctively reacted because Anson knew that the line behind him might domino and cause a chain reaction, and even get injured. He needed to protect himself.

At the same time, catching the shadow of the coffee cup falling rapidly like an iron ball in his peripheral vision, he immediately realized the danger. Even if he didn't fall, the coffee spilling could also splash and cause burns.

What to do?

In the blink of an eye, Anson was not only calm but also resourceful, reacting quickly.

His left hand propped up, supporting the backs of the two people in front of him like a pillar, and instantly pushed them forward, the collision of forces forming a buffer.

His right leg instinctively stretched out, cutting into the position between the coffee cup and the ground in a soccer juggling manner, and the coffee cup unbelievably landed on his shoe.

At the same time, his right hand stretched out like a tango, opening his body to maintain balance, and in the midst of the chaos, he thrillingly pressed the pause button.

Thus.

A delicate balance was formed.

The coffee didn't spill, the customers didn't fall, and the imminent disaster was dispelled into thin air. It was just that the woman in the black suit fell backward and landed in the crowd, looking a little embarrassed, but fortunately, her weight was limited, and the crowd quickly regained their footing.

The chaos, just emerging, was controlled in a breath.

The coffee shop was a little stunned. All the blood rushed to the heart in a short time, but before it had time to explode, it had stagnated and become unable to breathe.

After a full half-beat, the crowd realized Anson's performance, and the joy after the exclamations and admiration erupted in cheers.

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

There was applause, whistles, cheers, and exclamations, intertwined and colliding together.

In an instant, gazes from all corners of the coffee shop gathered, and after understanding the cause of the scene in front of them, the applause and cheers became even more surging, and the hot and scorching gazes fell on Anson's skin, and he could clearly feel the heat wave burning.

Even the customers who were already preparing to turn around and leave, hearing the noise from behind, couldn't help but stop and pause their busy daily lives, looking at the scene in front of them with surprise and disbelief, exchanging glances.

Including Anson himself, his heart also tightened instantly.

It was self-rescue, but also a conditioned reflex, making the right response in an instant to minimize the damage, with the brain and body making accurate judgments.

Whew.

I must thank skateboarding for recently regaining control of my body. The balance and explosiveness of an eighteen-year-old played an important role at a critical moment.

But even so, Anson himself did not expect that such an outrageous and magical response would actually succeed!

Perfect execution.

Only now could he relax slightly.

"Roar!"

"Ahhh!"

The whole place cheered.

Third update.