From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The workday was nearing its end, but then came a surprise attack.

Andrew looked at Anson, whose eyes were filled with sincerity, with a speechless expression. Nevertheless, he shrugged slightly, "Honestly, does anyone like working? Come on, I'm not one of those bloodsuckers from the Big Five agencies."

Haha!

Anson laughed heartily, not saying anything more. After signing, he turned and left.

His footsteps paused slightly at the door. He turned to look at Andrew, whose eyes were narrowed into slits, "I wish you can leave work on time today."

Behind him, came rustling laughter.

In addition, a faint "That's the best outcome" drifted over.

The actor's union matter was resolved quickly, but this was only the first stop of the morning. Get in the car, start the engine, and set off again.

In less than twenty-four hours, Anson returned to the Warner Bros. studio lot, finding yesterday's office building with ease.

The news of passing the audition yesterday afternoon, along with a series of important details, revealed Hollywood's production industry as a precise machine —

Anson would be appearing as a guest star in the twenty-first episode of the sixth season of "Friends."

According to the plan, there would be a total of twenty-five episodes in this season of "Friends". The closer to the season finale, the more important the quality became. The quality could be slightly lower in the middle of the season, but it had to be brought back up by the end no matter what.

As mentioned before, even though the show had been successfully renewed, the actors' salaries and the advertising sponsorships for the next season were still up in the air.

The viewership data, focusing on the eighteen to forty-nine-year-old primary consumer group, was crucial. A series of major decisions would depend on these numbers.

A fluctuation of "0.1" could affect the direction of millions of dollars, just like Wall Street.

Naturally, the filming progress and production cycle became more intense.

Filming was scheduled to begin on Monday, so Anson had to go to the studio for a costume fitting before Sunday; then get the script and start preparing for the role.

In other words, from the moment he got the script to the start of filming, Anson had less than twenty-four hours.

Tick-tock, time was pressing.

That was why Darren had to arrange everything in one short evening, which was one of the reasons for choosing the simpler and more convenient actor's union.

However —

Situation comedies were different from ordinary movies and TV series. Each episode was about twenty minutes long, and the script wasn't thick. In addition, the lines were divided among different actors, so there weren't many lines, and guest stars could easily handle it.

Compared to lines and acting, situation comedies focused more on the chemistry between actors. Comedy couldn't be performed by rote.

So, even though everything was crammed together, there was still room to maneuver.

Therefore, after leaving the actor's union, Anson came to the studio again to prepare for the costume fitting.

Currently, Anson knew nothing about the role. He had no idea what character he would be playing, what plot he would be involved in, or which actors he would be acting with. It was hard to imagine that filming would begin tomorrow.

But this kind of unknown was exciting.

… …

"Anson!"

After a pause, Frank added.

Then, Frank saw the corners of the man's mouth lift into a slight smile, as if he could see through his little scheme. He sincerely hoped that the bathroom incident could stay in the bathroom.

"Anson, just call me Anson," Anson said.

Frank relaxed a little. Maybe this was an olive branch?

Straightening his back, Frank quickly took out a thin booklet from the desk and handed it to Anson.

"This is the script for the twenty-first episode."

Anson reached out and took the script, flipping through it briefly. It was only twenty-odd pages, feeling light in his hands —

However, this was it. This was the first script he would be using to challenge himself as an actor.

It felt a little magical.

"Do you need to confirm the confidentiality agreement?" Anson said.

Frank was stunned.

Anson raised his eyes to look at Frank, but smiled without saying a word.

However, that was enough. Frank covered his forehead, "Right, the confidentiality agreement, uh, wait, I need to confirm… ah, the email has arrived…"

After a flurry of activity, Frank barely managed to regain his composure.

He looked up, revealing an apologetic smile, "Thank you for reminding me."

Anson took a deep breath, "Relax, don't worry, I'm not going to ruin my career, and you don't need to be nervous."

Frank looked into Anson's eyes, maintaining eye contact throughout the entire conversation. That sincerity and focus unconsciously drew him in —

Maybe the thing he was worried about wouldn't happen.

Whew.

Frank exhaled softly, finally regaining his composure, "The fitting location is over there. The writer, Marta, is there too. Do you need me to show you the way?"

Anson waved his hand, "I won't disturb your work. I believe I shouldn't get lost."

Actually, the fitting room was just down the hall, less than eight meters straight ahead.

Get lost?

Of course not possible.

But precisely because of this, the humorous effect of Anson's words came out. Frank couldn't help but laugh. In fact, the sentence wasn't that funny at all, but Frank laughed particularly exaggeratedly, as if it were the funniest joke in the world.

Anson gave a salute and turned to walk towards the fitting room.

The smile on Frank's face finally subsided, and then he could notice the meaningful gossip in the eyes of other colleagues around him. He quickly put on a solemn and stern demeanor, using his eyes to issue a warning.

"Shut up! All of you shut up!"

A moment of guilt.

On this side, Anson was able to find the fitting room smoothly without navigation.

The door was ajar.

Ordinary conversations could be heard inside. Just as Anson was about to knock on the door to remind them, he keenly captured the sensitive nature of the conversation.

"…God, who knows if David has lost his mind?"

"It shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"I heard he's eighteen years old, with no acting experience at all. He's purely a pretty face…"

A pretty face?

Anson looked down at himself, and then looked up at Frank at the end of the corridor. He seemed to be watching Anson all the time. At this moment, their eyes met, and Frank quickly reminded him with his mouth, "It's that room", his active gestures and bright smile seemed particularly enthusiastic.

Anson thought, a pretty face isn't so bad, life would be much easier.

"Uh, this…"

"We're all saying in private that this guy is probably David's illegitimate son. He parachuted straight in. If he's not careful, he might become a laughing stock."

"Hiss… So what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? Just make do with it. I just hope he behaves and stays as a pretty face, and doesn't try to show off or think about acting or being funny. If he accidentally pisses off the lead cast or the director, that would be a disaster."

"Think about it from another angle, it's just one episode. Just grit your teeth and close your eyes, and it'll be over. So how did you guys write the script?"

"How else could we write it? Just write a pretty face, responsible for standing there and looking handsome. I originally wanted to write some contrast, a handsome guy with a contrast should have comedic moments and be easy to stand out; but David personally reviewed the script, so I thought I'd just forget it. It's more convenient, and I don't have to waste my brain cells thinking about jokes…"

So, Frank just said that the writer was also in the fitting room?

Thank you all book friends for your support! Sincerely thank you!