From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … Last question.”

Nicholas felt a bit reluctant—

Anson was still impressive, engaging in witty conversation, handling situations with grace, and being more than capable.

Just like in his memory, he maintained complete control of the situation without revealing any emotions.

Even the simplest, most polite, and most ordinary questions could be made remarkable.

Moreover, Anson's sense of propriety was perfect; he not only accepted the interview head-on but also took care of Jane.

For the last question, Nicholas originally wanted to ask Anson for his predictions for the awards, specifically his thoughts on the Best Guest Actor in a Comedy Series award tonight, but the words reached his lips, and he couldn't help but be curious about another question.

The Anson before him was like a captivating novel, yet also like an all-encompassing encyclopedia, making one unable to put it down.

“You seem different tonight.

Tell us about this look.”

The words just blurted out; Nicholas couldn't resist his curiosity.

Anson wasn't surprised; he slightly raised his chin, “Different?

That just means the strategy was successful.

After all, this is the Emmys; you always need to bring something fresh.

Since there are no new works or new scandals, at least there should be a new look.”

One second, two seconds—

Roars of laughter erupted.

Although no one knew if Anson was subtly mocking a certain couple using marriage as a gimmick, it had to be said that this self-deprecating humor was indeed witty and humorous.

After all, for Anson himself, after his guest appearance on "Friends", he hadn't had any new works released yet.

"The Princess Diaries" was still in post-production and hadn't started promotion, so Anson's self-mockery was a stroke of genius.

Then, without lingering, Anson made a polite inviting gesture towards Jane, then put his hands behind his back, escorting Jane away as a knight, and they entered the Shrine Auditorium side by side, leaving only a silhouette behind.

Rustling.

Bustling.

The noise simply wouldn't stop.

But this still wasn't everything.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a tidal wave of silver flashes devoured Anson in front of the photo area.

The rolling shutter sounds collided into a roar, and the entrance of the Shrine Auditorium welcomed its first climax.

Until now, the emotions that had been endured and anticipated were finally released.

From the moment Anson stepped onto the red carpet, the photographers had to use all their strength to suppress their excitement, hoping that the protagonist who would subvert the red carpet fashion tonight would arrive as soon as possible.

Now that he had finally arrived, no one wanted to miss it.

Riot!

In the literal sense, the dazzling flashes became the protagonist of the red carpet.

Anson was a little overwhelmed—

He really didn't know how to pose for photos.

If he froze to pose, his expression and movements would inevitably become slightly stiff, so he had to keep moving, constantly shifting his gaze and changing his actions.

The reporters kept clamoring for one more shot, or to change the angle or pose, but Anson only paused briefly before fleeing.

Behind him, there was a chorus of regretful sighs.

Everyone hoped to stay in the photo area longer, wishing they could camp out there, because the only thing left from the awards ceremony red carpet was the photos.

This was the only proof that they had stepped onto the Shrine Auditorium red carpet; however, Anson left in a hurry, leaving a group of unsatisfied photographers grumbling, their chattering discussions not stopping.

Unexpected! Unexpected! Still unexpected!

From the unexpected appearance at the red carpet entrance to the unexpected surprise in the middle of the interview area and then to the unexpected departure from the photo area, Anson's red carpet debut tonight definitely shattered expectations.

A series of unexpected collisions sparked unbelievable chemical reactions and left a lingering charm on the red carpet.

Even though Anson had already left, the discussion continued, and legends about him circulated at the entrance of the Shrine Auditorium.

The heat of the discussion was approaching that of Brad and Jennifer, and this lingering charm didn't dissipate until the end of the red carpet.

On this side, the awards ceremony had just begun.

On that side, different versions of Anson's story had already spread among industry insiders in Los Angeles and New York.

The word-of-mouth tales were full of magic, as if there was an invisible force driving everything behind the scenes.

And at the same time.

The most prestigious and important annual event in North American television was unfolding, with the winners of one important award after another being revealed.

Undoubtedly, the atmosphere was fervent.

Anson had no expectations—

This was the truth.

This was the first nomination of his professional career, and "Friends" was also his first work.

The nomination itself was already an incredible surprise, and he didn't think the academy judges might have heard of his name, so the hope of winning an award was slim.

Instead of anticipating a pie-in-the-sky trophy, it was better to relax and enjoy this grand event.

If he won an award?

Great, very good, that would be an important affirmation from the academy.

If he didn't win an award?

That wouldn't be a problem either, because performance and art inherently have no winners or losers.

Winning an award doesn't mean victory, and missing out doesn't mean failure.

Sending applause to the winners and fully enjoying tonight's party would be enough.

This open-mindedness and composure were the wisdom and experience that Anson had accumulated after experiencing countless human interactions in his previous life, and he could now face them with equanimity.

Compared to filming and auditions, Anson wasn't nervous at all tonight, and the only hint of nervousness had completely disappeared after the red carpet ended.

Thus, for Anson, the awards ceremony had become a party.

In the awards presented first, NBC became the winner—

Sean Hayes and Megan Mullally of "Will \u0026 Grace" won Best Supporting Actor and Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series, respectively.

Richard Schiff and Allison Janney of "The West Wing" won Best Supporting Actor and Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series, respectively.

NBC Television achieved a sweep of the supporting actor/actress categories, completely defeating its biggest competitors, HBO and CBS, once again demonstrating NBC's strength in recent years.

Among them, the Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series category was undoubtedly the focus of attention.

Because of the double insurance of Jennifer Aniston and Lisa Kudrow from "Friends", and also because the other two nomination slots belonged to "Sex and the City" and "Everybody Loves Raymond", two works particularly favored by the Emmys, the intensity of the competition could be described as cutthroat.

In the end, no one expected that the second season of "Will \u0026 Grace" would break the balance, carving out a bloody path in the golden age of comedy.

Megan Mullally won the Emmy Award for the first time in her professional career, and applause erupted amidst a chorus of exclamations.

Then—

It was coming.

The awards for the Guest Actor/Actress categories were about to be presented.

From comedy to drama, the Guest Actor/Actress categories also had four trophies waiting to be awarded.

Originally, Anson didn't have any particular thoughts, but when he saw the presenters, his eyes lit up—

Helen Hunt!

It was actually Helen Hunt, who won the Emmy Award for Best Actress in a Comedy Series last year for her outstanding performance in "Mad About You", appearing as a presenter tonight.

Similarly, Edgar in the audience also lit up; was that Helen Hunt, handpicked by Laura Ziskin to play the lead role in "As Good as It Gets" and win the Academy Award for Best Actress?

Fifth update.