From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Tonight, as Anson stepped onto the red carpet of the Shrine Auditorium, everyone was concerned about the highly anticipated face-off between Anson and Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt. Yet, Anson held his own, his witty humor and aloof, mysterious aura even stealing some of Brad's thunder, making it a truly grand occasion.

However, fashion insiders were more interested in the origin of Anson's suit.

Dior.

It was an unexpected name, one that even the most seasoned and professional fashion experts hadn't anticipated—a name so abrupt it bordered on the absurd.

Involuntarily.

Stepping back to examine Anson once more, almost every fashionista had the same reaction upon learning the answer.

They immediately understood:

Just like with "GQ" magazine, Anson's look tonight was another surprise, even a subversion. The level of surprise was no less than the clash of a suit with sneakers and a skateboard—the combination of formal wear and athletics. If someone were to say tonight was even a step further, few would disagree.

After all, the suit was still a suit, but the details in the cut and lines completely exuded a different aura, making people realize for the first time—

So, men's formal wear could possess such charm, a deadly, dangerous, mysterious sex appeal.

At the same time, at the after-party, Anson boldly broke free from constraints, completely overturning the impression of suits as serious, proper, and professional, and revitalizing formal wear with a new vitality.

It's no exaggeration to say that this was a shock that changed fashion concepts, and it's no wonder those fashion professionals couldn't control their expressions when they saw Anson.

It felt like Michael Jackson releasing the "Thriller" music video for the first time. No one understood what was happening, but everyone realized that something was happening.

Standing at the crossroads of history, no one could control their excitement.

In just half a year, this was the second time Anson had been at the forefront of fashion trends.

So, what did this mean?

He had the looks, the charisma, the taste, and the instinct.

Regardless of whether Anson could make a name for himself as an actor, there was no doubt that he had a bright future in the fashion world.

It's important to note that in 2000, fashion was just fashion, and its connection to film wasn't that close. They were more like two very intimate but parallel fields, until Justin Timberlake left NSYNC and entered the film industry, which slightly changed the situation.

If anyone was curious as to why Justin Timberlake never became a box office superstar, yet his influence in both the film and music industries was so profound:

"Fashion" was the key.

Now, NSYNC still hadn't disbanded, Justin Timberlake hadn't gone solo, and fashion and film were still two unrelated parallel lines, but Anson had appeared.

History was still developing along its original trajectory, but a slight deviation appeared at the crossroads. Because of the appearance of a small butterfly, it entered a parallel universe. The world was still the same world, the era was still the same era, but the people and events in this universe had already changed.

First Brad Renfro, then men's fashion—this Emmy Awards night was quietly going off course.

Eve was very satisfied with this—

"Anna Wintour will hear the rumors."

Things were going exactly according to plan, not only that, but the effect was doubled, even tripled.

After saying this nonsensically, Chris collapsed directly onto Anson's bed and fell into a snoring stupor. Anson didn't have time to pay attention to him. He quickly got up, washed his face, and tidied up. When he came downstairs, he saw Edgar's figure.

After a flurry of activity, like a tornado passing through, Anson was already on a plane, passed out. The two of them were once again crossing the North American continent back to the East Coast.

Thankfully, he was able to catch up on sleep on the plane, and Anson was able to sleep until he woke up naturally. When he woke up, he saw a bottle of warm water and aspirin that Edgar had prepared in advance on the tray table. Anson swallowed them down with the water.

Edgar didn't immediately get into work mode, but looked at the bleary-eyed Anson and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, you're still young."

After a night of heavy drinking, without washing or grooming, Anson's handsome face was still unaffected, full of collagen and in excellent condition, and it even added a bit of laziness and sexiness that was usually unseen.

No need for makeup, no need for dressing up, everything was natural, yet still so good-looking that people couldn't look away. This was the greatest magic of youth.

No wonder everyone throughout thousands of years of history has been pursuing the secret to eternal youth.

Anson stretched lazily, "Said someone who has been working since getting on the plane."

Edgar had also partied with them all night last night and was responsible for escorting Anson home before leaving. That is to say, he had even less rest than Anson, but the Edgar in front of him looked energetic. Compared to Anson, Edgar was the real immortal vampire.

Edgar tilted his head and began to recall, "Seven cans of Red Bull, plus a fifth bottle of whiskey." As he spoke, Edgar took out a fifteen-milliliter mini bottle of whiskey from the seat pocket in front of him, a clinking pile of bottles.

"So, my brain is now in the clouds, half-dreaming, half-awake." Edgar was somewhat excited, even unrealistically excited.

Anson was full of question marks, "I thought drinking alcohol wasn't allowed on airplanes."

Edgar took out another bottle of whiskey, "Welcome to business class." He twisted off the cap and poured it down his throat in one go, like juice.

"We have forty-five minutes... or so until landing."

"The audition is scheduled for tomorrow morning, so there's no need to rush tonight, but we still have a lot to do today, to continue to fuel the flames."

"Eve and I are ready to launch the offensive. While we were flying, the Los Angeles and New York media have already launched a series of attacks."

"We have our work, and you also have your work."

As he spoke, Edgar took out a document from his briefcase—

A thick stack, looking like at least fifty pages.

However, when Edgar opened it, the front was all blank paper, and the back was all blank paper. There was only one page in the center, a lonely A4 sheet of paper.

Above, it was densely filled with dialogue.

Unlike the short few lines of dialogue in the previous audition, this dialogue completely filled the page, and there was even some on the back.

According to Hollywood's consistent script conventions, one page represents one minute of film time, so the length of the film can be inferred from the number of script pages.

Of course, the specific situation will still be slightly changed according to the director's guidance, but this standard of judgment is almost the same. It has been continued in Hollywood for more than fifteen years and has long become a template routine.

Which meant that the script in Anson's hand at this time was about sixty to ninety seconds of screen time.

But, what was the difference between this page of script audition and the last time? Why were there also security measures?

After all, even if a page of the script leaked out, it wouldn't explain anything and wouldn't affect the filming of the movie. Was such strict security really necessary?

Anson had questions, but didn't speak, patiently waiting.

Sure enough, Edgar's explanation followed closely, "Tonight, your job is to prepare for this page of the script. This time, it's a screen test."

First update.