From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"You can wait here, agent. The Actors Guild is inside to protect the actors' rights. You can rest assured and wait in the waiting room. After the audition, the actor will naturally come to the waiting room to meet you."

Smiling, but distant, with a professional, business-like demeanor.

The Sony Columbia secretary had clearly handled countless similar situations. Her words didn't even need to go through her brain before they were naturally organized, taking control of the situation before Edgar could even speak.

From the expression of this woman with the high ponytail, one could tell that she didn't care how famous the agent was. She treated everyone equally. Without even waiting for the agent to introduce himself, she drew a line.

The subtext was: Shut up.

Edgar wasn't surprised. This was the difference between a production company auditioning directly and a casting company helping with the audition, so he didn't intend to argue.

Moreover, Edgar believed in Anson.

So, Edgar just gave Anson a look, silently encouraging him, and then signaled Anson to go. His unrestrained attitude surprised the high ponytail woman, and she raised an eyebrow and glanced at Anson.

"Just like that?"

Anson looked like a nerd—

White T-shirt, blue plaid shirt, dark gray hoodie, paired with dark blue jeans, layer upon layer, tightly armoring himself.

Behind him, he carried a large black waterproof bag. Although the contents couldn't be determined, its bulging shape looked slightly heavy; more importantly, there was a stand behind it, hanging a skateboard.

Of course, the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose also played an undeniable role, obscuring Anson's bright azure eyes, making the whole person dull; the slightly messy hair added to the impression of a homebody, and his whole body exuded a sense of clumsiness.

The high ponytail woman's meaning was: Was Anson sure he didn't need to hand his backpack to his agent?

The high ponytail woman was well-informed. She knew that actors would use any means to succeed in auditions. The variety of costumes and fancy ideas were countless. Among those shocking outfits, Anson could only be said to be ordinary and not worth mentioning. This was not the reason for her surprise.

But it was... why like this?

Other actors came to audition, one or two trying their best to show their handsomeness. After all, this was a superhero. Even if Sony Columbia hoped to differentiate themselves from the image of Christopher Reeve, which was no longer a secret, but no matter what, superheroes still needed charm, right?

Otherwise, how would they attract the audience on the big screen?

Therefore, the actors who came to audition were all trying to show their handsomeness in a low-key way, but what was going on with the actor in front of her?

Looking around, he was dull and lackluster, and was immediately overshadowed by the brilliance of other actors. No one would even notice that he had ever existed.

Was he sure he wanted to be like this?

That's why she asked that question.

Edgar's voice cut in, "Yes, just like that."

In fact, Edgar couldn't be 100% sure either, but he believed in Anson.

He had his professionalism, and Anson had Anson's professionalism. They respected each other's professionalism, and only in this way could they cooperate tacitly to achieve their goals.

The high ponytail woman glanced at Edgar, then glanced at Anson again, and didn't say anything more. Anyway, it wasn't her business if they wanted to ruin their future. Auditions like this, where people were too clever for their own good and ended up digging a hole to bury themselves, were staged every now and then. It seemed that this was this week's quota.

Without saying anything more, she withdrew her gaze, turned around silently, and led the way. Anson followed behind her, walking towards the corridor.

With a turn, a carpet interwoven with dark green and dark brown extended underfoot, and then you could see a series of chairs arranged against the wall on the left-hand side, and at the end of the chairs was a door, which was tightly closed at this time.

It seemed that this was the magic room, and the audition would be staged here.

The air was quiet and tense, and the sound of footsteps forward was completely swallowed by the carpet. Only a slight muffled sound surged under the feet. The quiet atmosphere made the heart beat faster. What was originally just a little nervous now increased exponentially, and it felt like vomiting.

Anson's arrival caused the candidates sitting in the chairs to cast their gazes. While Anson was looking at them, they were also looking at him.

—No James Franco.

Things were in complete agreement with Edgar's information. The first batch of actors' auditions, including James, had ended, and now Anson and the others were the second batch.

But as of now, there was no way to know how the feedback from the first batch of auditions was. Perhaps the second batch was originally a planned audition, or perhaps the first batch was not satisfactory and the second batch of auditions was temporarily added.

Then, Anson saw Scott Speedman.

Scott, like Chris Evans, was a standard athletic handsome guy. Because of his swimming background, his body proportions were excellent. A simple white T-shirt and jeans outfit also fully showed his sunny temperament.

And what was slightly special was that there was a hint of melancholy between his eyebrows, which, when mixed together, formed a special contradictory temperament.

Scott also noticed Anson—

He was a little unsure, was this... really Anson?

It had to be said that the eyes were indeed the windows to the soul. Wearing glasses and not wearing glasses couldn't be said to be completely different people, but the temperament did change. The brilliance and expression of the eyes were all separated by a layer of frosted glass, so that he couldn't be completely sure that it was the person in the coffee shop.

Involuntarily, Scott took two more glances at Anson—

He was looking at Anson, and also testing Anson.

But Anson's gaze didn't linger particularly, as if this was the first time they had met. He treated all the actors waiting at the door equally, nodding slightly and naturally, and then sat down.

Scott felt a little relieved. Perhaps the encounter in the coffee shop just now was indeed a coincidence. After all, Anson didn't even talk to Sam, right?

There were four people sitting at the door in total. Anson was the last one to arrive, but this wasn't late. There were still ten minutes before the agreed audition time.

The high ponytail woman wasn't surprised either, "The audition time is still according to plan."

They wouldn't start the audition early just because the candidates arrived early. In fact, the producers and directors hadn't arrived yet.

After speaking, the high ponytail woman turned and left.

At this time, Anson finally breathed a sigh of relief. This morning was busy enough—

Accurately speaking, from yesterday to today, everything was running at double speed.

Then, Anson finally had time to use his peripheral vision to look at the other competitors. Although Edgar had already told him the list, it was only now that he could match the names with the faces, and with the memories of his previous life, it felt a little subtle.

Second chapter.