From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The screen tests were all finished.

James Franco deliberately raised his chin, a look of arrogance on his face, and looked at Anson, shaking his head slightly, "Looks like you don't have a chance.

What to do?

I performed so well today that even I almost fell in love with myself."

After speaking, James indulged in his own thoughts, sighing repeatedly.

Anson stood calmly beside him, "Even you yourself were only a little bit away, just 'almost'.

I imagine others might be much further behind."

James: … …

Looking at James's stuttering expression, as if his brain couldn't process it for a moment, unable to understand the logic of Anson's words, Eliza couldn't help but giggle, but immediately suppressed her smile, controlled herself, and lowered her gaze to avoid attracting the attention of others.

Eliza secretly glanced at Anson, then quickly looked away, her cheeks slightly flushed, hesitating how to express her gratitude, thanking Anson for cheering her on and calming her down.

As a result, Eliza's thoughts were interrupted by a confident and bright voice from the side, "How about a drink at the bar tonight?

What do you think?"

Kate slightly raised her chin, scrutinizing Anson's expression condescendingly, naturally revealing a sense of superiority that said, "You should feel honored."

"I think we should be able to work together to win the roles and partner up.

How about cultivating some chemistry now?

This is a date."

Superiority aside, Kate's gaze towards Anson was still slightly different, a hint of appreciation, a hint of ambiguity, a hint of inquiry, with a touch of curiosity mixed with liking, her beautiful eyes constantly sizing up Anson.

In her line of sight, she couldn't see anyone else at all—

From on-screen to off-screen, the fourth wall was broken, but she still hadn't come out.

Or, to be more precise, Kate had never gotten into character from beginning to end.

She had always been playing herself, and her emotions had formed a connection.

Truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth, difficult to distinguish.

In Kate's eyes, she saw both Peter Parker and Anson Wood, but she couldn't tell if she was Mary Jane or Kate.

Anson: ?

Looking left and right, "Are you talking to me?"

Kate: … …

Her expression visibly stiffened, and Kate almost lost her temper and turned to leave, but she still controlled herself, "Is there anyone else here?"

Actually, what Kate wanted to say was, aren't I looking at you?

However, the words came out a little off.

Anson looked completely taken aback, blinked his eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at the others beside him, hesitantly asking, "Can't you see their existence?

Or is it just me who can see so many people?"

So… ghosts?

Everyone was stunned, not understanding Anson's meaning for a moment.

James quietly leaned over and said in a hushed tone, "You can see the dead."

This was a variation of the classic line "I can see dead people" from "The Sixth Sense", coupled with Anson's face full of terrified and flustered expression, the feeling of "Saturday Night Live" came over him.

Haha!

The others could no longer control themselves.

Even Eliza, who was immersed in her own thoughts, couldn't help but laugh.

Hahaha!

The atmosphere was particularly noisy.

Kate's cheeks flushed slightly, "You!"

She simply couldn't believe the treatment she was receiving.

A pile of nasty and dirty words had already rushed to her lips, but she noticed the people present and, maintaining the last shred of reason to preserve her image, reined herself in, stomped her foot fiercely, and turned to leave quickly.

After walking out two steps, she was still unwilling, and turned back to shout at Anson, "I don't like you."

After walking two more steps, she repeated again, frustrated, "No, not at all."

Her figure gradually faded away.

James quietly leaned over, "Looks like someone has a crush on someone, oh."

Anson didn't think so.

Obviously, Kate was just not used to being rejected, because she had always been the object of everyone's pursuit.

Suddenly encountering someone who wasn't interested in her, she inevitably became competitive.

It was just like "Meteor Garden".

However, he wasn't Shan Cai, and Kate wasn't Dao Ming Si.

"What, envious?"

Anson didn't refute, but instead teased back.

James was a living treasure, making a gesture of Xi Shi clutching her heart, "Oh, envious, envious to the point of heartbreak.

Anson, dear Anson, save me."

Watching James putting on a one-man show there, Anson ignored him and inadvertently saw Eliza.

Eliza's eyes narrowed, hesitant to speak, and Anson looked over generously, inquiring with his eyes.

Eliza mustered her courage, "Thank you.

You gave me confidence inside just now, although I think I performed averagely, I was still too nervous…"

As she spoke, her voice gradually faded, revealing a hint of sadness.

Perhaps she was still too eager to seize the opportunity, but missed it because of her own eagerness.

That kind of loss and sadness was indescribable in words.

Anson knew.

Eliza was very beautiful, with a delicate yet sexy beauty, but her acting career had never been able to take off.

Later, her most well-known work should be the series "Dollhouse", with few opportunities on the big screen.

Now, being in close contact, Anson felt that perhaps Eliza still lacked some confidence—

It was hard to imagine that an actress as beautiful as Eliza would still lack confidence, but thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem surprising in Hollywood.

"Let me tell you a secret, I'm also nervous."

Anson gave a smile.

Eliza was stunned, completely disbelieving.

Anson nodded to affirm, "It's just that I hide it better.

I think maybe Hollywood is a beauty contest that compares who can hide their true emotions better.

It's scary, but it's not that scary."

Pfft.

Eliza was amused by Anson's teasing words, and her eyebrows completely relaxed.

Eliza thought that maybe they could go to the bar for a drink, and she could ask about audition experiences; but thinking of Kate just now, the words couldn't help but stop on her tongue again.

It was just in that short moment that James's words came over.

"The audition is finally over, how about a drink tonight?"

"Of course.

Judging from your tone, it sounds like you've already inquired about the bar?"

"Hehe, I've been holding back for a long time.

I haven't had a drink all week, just preparing for today."

"Haven't had a drink all week?

I don't believe it."

"Ha, haha, drinking at home doesn't count, I haven't been to a bar in a week."

Back and forth, talking and laughing.

Eliza could only swallow her words, carefully concealing her disappointment.

Returning to the waiting room, the actors met with their agents separately.

After a brief exchange, they dispersed, and Anson and James headed to the underground parking lot.

Unexpectedly, James's rented car in New York broke down just three blocks away, appearing to be an engine stall.

James helplessly called a tow truck, discussing that they would take a taxi to the bar, and then a dark blue Mini Cooper parked next to them.

"Hey, gentlemen, need some help?"

First update.