From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Eyes don't lie.

In the not-so-enthusiastic, slightly hesitant applause, one could sense the admiration and affirmation in the exchanged glances, even with a hint of absurd surprise—

No one had anticipated that Kate's audition would completely fall apart, and even more unexpectedly, Anson was able to turn the tide when his scene partner completely failed.

The first shot hit its mark, establishing a daunting benchmark.

If anyone wanted to win the role of Peter Parker, they would have to surpass Anson; clearly, it wouldn't be easy.

Hiss.

The other candidates inhaled sharply, their gaze towards Anson changing once again, including the actresses—

Kate's performance was a disaster, but the point was that the producers and director didn't interrupt the filming, perhaps because Anson's performance earned her some points.

So, now the actresses needed to be wary of repeating the same mistake, while also not excluding Kate, which meant the scene partner was especially important; otherwise, if such a lack of coordination and mismatched performance frequency occurred again, could they still turn the situation around?

Amidst their mutual glances, the atmosphere was slightly delicate.

Especially Kate.

Head held high, like a proud peacock, she finished her performance, arrogantly returning to her seat, the gazes swarming from all directions appearing to her as envious and jealous looks; those people were trying to defeat her, but she wouldn't bow her head, she would watch them cry with a smile.

Here, there was only one small problem—

A female peacock without a tail naturally has no way to display its feathers. Kate thought she was showing her charm, but in reality, she was just showing her bare behind.

Aftertaste, rippling with shallow ripples.

Anson exhaled a long breath, turned and returned to his seat, and then saw a smile emerging in James Franco's eyes; although he didn't make a fuss as usual, he still secretly raised his right hand, propping it up on the armrest of the chair, waiting for Anson to give him a high-five to celebrate, quietly giving him a thumbs up.

Then.

Ian didn't pause, "Very good, next group, who's ready?"

Unlike the first group, this time it wasn't a nomination, but a self-nomination, but with Anson ahead, appearing now, wouldn't it be completely reduced to cannon fodder?

The actresses were the same; appearing after Kate seemed like an opportunity, but wasn't it a trap, instead being caught in the negative impact left by Kate's terrible impression, so that the producers and director wouldn't like anyone, and as a result, even a good performance might be nitpicked?

For a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze slightly.

Ian was quite surprised—

He admitted that he chose Anson and Kate to appear in the first group because of his personal preference.

In Ian's mind, Anson and Kate were the first choices for the two roles, and he hoped they would take the lead and leave a deep impression.

Ian looked at Anson.

Anson understood, spread his hands, and showed a smile, "Why so serious?"

Before Ian could respond, Sam silently said, "That's a DC line."

One second, two seconds—

Roaring laughter.

Not only Ian, but Laura couldn't help it either, leaning back and forth, looking at Anson's innocent face and teasingly saying, "Didn't you say you don't read comics?"

Anson expressed: Wronged!

Last time, he didn't answer the related question because he knew that his answer would definitely not satisfy Sam. Obviously, he wasn't familiar with Marvel, while DC was another matter; as a result... he still revealed himself today?

Anson raised his right index finger and put it on his lips, "Shhh."

Haha.

The laughter was even more rampant, including Sam.

Sam immediately understood the reason why Anson didn't answer the question last time. It turned out to be here; but because of this small detail, Sam liked Anson—

Very unexpected and very sudden, right?

But Sam's personality was like this, not following the usual path, so he made a heavy-tasting and spoof-filled work like "Evil Dead" back then.

In Sam's opinion, Anson's sincerity, frankness, and straightforwardness were rare, trying his best to cooperate with the role requirements while fully maintaining his own color and personality in the monotonous audition.

Anson never avoided the fact that his appearance might not be the most suitable candidate for Peter Parker, but he cleverly turned his appearance disadvantage into an advantage, and that wonderful sense of humor was the icing on the cake.

Until this moment, Sam truly saw Peter Parker in Anson. The image originally derived from the comics gradually faded and disappeared, and a brand new image was created based on Anson, with inspiration erupting like a volcano, causing Sam to fall into thought.

Of course, others didn't notice, because Sam still had his usual expression.

James Franco hesitated slightly—

He liked Anson and sincerely applauded Anson's performance just now, but he still believed that he was the most correct choice for Peter Parker.

What he was hesitant about was whether he should appear right after Anson?

Looking at the current atmosphere, it was increasingly leaning towards Anson. Did this mean that the later he appeared, the more pressure he would bear?

After a brief struggle, the lawlessness in James' bones awakened again. He took a deep breath and stood up amidst the cheers and noise of the audience.

"I'm willing to try."

After speaking, James opened his eyes and looked down at Anson, and then saw Anson giving him two thumbs up and clenching his fists to cheer him on—

Competition, indeed competition, but not a life-and-death struggle, but a fair competition.

James showed Anson a smile, becoming more and more determined, "James Franco, I'm ready."

Before Ian could speak, two actresses next to him stood up one after another, with their voices overlapping by a hair's breadth.

"I'm ready."

"I can give it a try."

Alicia Witt and Eliza Dushku quickly exchanged a glance. Unlike the boys here, there was some friction between them.

But without stopping, the two looked at Ian together, showing confidence in their eyes.

Ian welcomed them, "Very good, we have volunteers now, so let's start with James and... Alicia first."

Alicia clenched her fist secretly, striding forward with her head held high.

Eliza stood in place, with a look of sadness and despair on her face, withdrawing her gaze, but saw Anson looking over, a warm and bright smile wrapping her slowly sinking, hopeless heart, and then the world slowly brightened up.

Fifth update.