From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Anson admitted that he was caught off guard—

Lack of experience.

Whether it was acting or auditioning, his limited experience was all he had. Unexpected situations were still too few, and extreme cases like Kate were even rarer.

A smile in retrospect?

A SMILE IN RETROSPECT!

Mary Jane was in no mood to give a captivating smile at this moment. The entire scene's emotion and context were completely wrong, and ridiculously so.

With the end in sight, Anson had already stepped out of the scene. The finish line was within reach, and he had relaxed slightly. But he didn't expect Kate to have a trick up her sleeve.

—Careless.

Anson's heart panicked.

But on the surface, Anson still maintained his composure, not completely losing control.

Since the rhythm was already messed up, Anson simply went with the flow, remaining silent. He didn't rush to speak, but quietly stood in place, watching Kate's back, letting awkwardness and silence fill the space, slowing down the emotions.

Silence, quiet, awkward.

Not just James Franco, Sam, Laura, and the others didn't expect this twist either. They originally thought the audition was over, but now there was a reversal, like a surprise in a mind-bending movie.

Actually, Peter also had a line. This scene wasn't explained. Could it be that Anson was also affected by Kate and forgot his lines? First Kate, now Anson, was this screen audition going to have a mutual reference?

The air gradually solidified.

Then.

Sam noticed Anson's expression—

Hesitant, anxious.

At this moment, Peter was no longer Spider-Man. Like Mary Jane, he returned to high school. The moment he saw Mary Jane's smile, he fell in love again. Standing in front of Mary Jane, he became incoherent and at a loss. The nervousness and stuttering were all his hidden feelings.

Brilliant!

So, silence wasn't just silence, but also had such meaning behind it.

Anson once again saved the scene, and continued the emotion in the midst of the chaos. This made Sam look up, locking his eyes on Anson.

Sam was curious whether Anson could handle such a change.

Actually, the last audition was the scene where Peter Parker secretly confessed to Mary Jane, and Anson handled it very well. But this time it was slightly different. Peter Parker didn't confess, but it was better than a confession. After carefully revealing his unconditional support for Mary Jane, how would Peter hide his secret love?

“Uh… Ma…”

Peter Parker opened his mouth, trying to call out to Mary Jane, but found his throat a little dry. He blinked repeatedly, showing obvious nervousness.

He quickly changed the subject.

“Come over for lunch one night.”

Kate stopped. She was a little depressed, waiting for Anson's line. If Anson didn't speak again, she would almost be out of the shot.

Peter panicked and quickly squeezed out a smile to cover up his embarrassment.

“Uh, I, I'll come to your ‘Moonlight Dance’ for coffee another day.”

Using a joke to cover up his awkwardness, but clearly, the joke wasn't funny.

Peter looked restrained, trying to scratch his head, but found he was holding a newspaper. He put it down before touching his hair, then put his hands together in a cradle gesture, imitating Brazilian soccer player Bebeto's goal celebration in the 1994 World Cup quarter-final elimination of the Netherlands.

A little clumsy, and a little simple.

Kate was stunned. She didn't understand what the gesture meant at all, but precisely because she didn't understand, the inappropriateness at this moment could create a humorous effect. Her smile completely bloomed, and the words came out without thinking, “So, that's ‘Moonlight Dance’?”

Fresh, natural.

Full of youthful energy.

Laura believed that this line was the most natural and relaxed part of Kate's screen audition today. However, this part was completely detached from the script, inspired by Anson's more agile and freer performance. All the credit should be given to Anson.

Peter smiled shyly, “I won't tell Harry.”

An irrelevant answer, but it created a small secret between the two, a small joke.

Kate's smile also completely bloomed, “Don't tell Harry.”

Peter raised his voice and shouted again at the receding figure, “I won't.”

But this time, the figure didn't turn around or look back, just disappeared into the crowd.

Peter stood in place, quietly watching the direction Mary Jane left, the corners of his mouth slowly flattening, no longer able to find a trace of a smile, a hint of loss and regret flowing in his eyes, standing awkwardly in place.

Muttering to himself, “I won't tell Harry.”

The bitterness in the disappointment once again showed the earth-shattering secret love, and even the figure standing in place became sorrowful.

The entire room was silent.

The other substitute actors couldn't explain why. On one hand, they were immersed in the nervous emotions of their upcoming performance; on the other hand, they were confused by Kate's repeated stepping out of character and the two blank breaks, making it difficult to tell whether the audition was good or bad.

But the interesting thing was that when they came back to their senses, they realized that everyone's attention was focused on Anson.

No one was an exception.

In other words, even with such a disastrous derailment performance, Anson still firmly grasped the audience's attention; and, without an NG, without interrupting the audition, even Kate's stumbling performance was still completely finished. So, what did this mean?

Because Anson and Kate were the first group to appear, there was no reference object in front. It was impossible to judge how the interviewers led by Ian would view and react.

So, there was silence.

“Cut!”

Until the sound came, breaking the silence, everyone couldn't help but wake up with a jolt, withdrawing their gazes and secretly sizing up with their peripheral vision.

It was director Sam Raimi who ended the audition.

This strange director, who had always dutifully played the sloth Lightning emoji, rarely opened his eyes at this time, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face, full of warmth, praise, and appreciation.

“Excellent.”

Sam said.

The room buzzed.

Not to mention the other substitute actors, even Ian and Laura looked at Sam with astonishment, rarely seeing Sam express his opinion.

Moreover, it was directed at Anson?

Obviously, no one would think Sam was praising Kate.

A smile flashed in Ian's eyes.

It seemed that things were developing in the direction Ian expected. He turned to look at Laura, but still couldn't detect any emotion from Laura's expression.

But Ian didn't say much, taking the lead in applauding, not appearing too enthusiastic or exaggerated, but the applause was absolutely genuine.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

Sparse applause sounded in the room, and everyone exchanged glances, confirming the emotions in each other's eyes.

Ian looked at Anson and repeated, “Excellent.”

Although restrained and low-key, although understated, and no one was raving like a madman, Sam and Ian's successive statements were already very clear:

Anson was a benchmark.

Fourth update.