From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The screen test finally came to an end.

Of course, this doesn't mean the competition is over, but before a new round of competition begins, agents need to gather information.

Only by collecting enough information to judge the situation can they formulate new strategies and sprint towards their goals.

So, at least the next few hours or even days will be for temporary rest and adjustment?

James Franco desperately needed some alcohol time.

For him, this was very important.

"God, I'm about to explode."

James didn't hide his excitement, already eager to move in the driver's seat.

Glancing at the passenger seat through the rearview mirror, James curled his lips, "Although you're not the best wingman, I don't have a choice right now."

Wingman?

Anson immediately reacted, "Alcohol isn't your real purpose, is it?"

Alcohol was just an excuse; what James was really interested in were the girls, so he needed a wingman, a partner to help cover him.

James said matter-of-factly, "Isn't this a matter of course?"

He changed the subject, "But if I go to a bar with you, all the girls will be swarming around you, like bees seeing a Rafflesia, which is unfavorable."

Anson couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I thought you were very confident in yourself and could easily score without a wingman."

James didn't mind at all, "Who knows what's wrong with those girls.

Honestly, I think you're just average, not even one ten-thousandth as charming as me.

Oh, Los Angeles is fine, but the girls in New York must not be blind."

Anson lightly raised his chin, "So, who is your best wingman?

Don't tell me it's Seth Rogen."

James: … …

"Haha."

Anson laughed very happily.

Just then, James was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but he heard a strange noise from the engine, like trying to cough up phlegm without success.

The hood of the car began to smoke.

James quickly turned on the turn signal and pulled over to the side of the road.

Before he could completely stop, the car stalled.

It looked like it was about to explode.

"No!"

James protested in despair.

Waiting and waiting, suppressing and suppressing, he had been a good boy in the hotel all this time, pouring all his time and energy into the audition.

He finally got a moment's vacation, and things shouldn't be like this.

James wasn't ready to give up.

Looking at Anson, who was leaning against the car door with a leisurely attitude as if he were on vacation in Hawaii, James was a little depressed.

Anson always seemed to have this ability to remain calm in the face of any difficulties or problems.

James didn't know how Anson did it, but he couldn't—

This was New York, how could he be helpless just because the engine stalled?

At this moment, a dark blue Mini Cooper stopped beside them.

"Hey, gentlemen, need some help?"

The car window rolled down, revealing Alicia Witt's elegant and intellectual face, which faintly revealed a mysterious and sexy temperament, and a smile crept onto the corner of her mouth.

Among the actors in the screen test, twenty-five-year-old Alicia was already the "oldest", and her acting experience was also the most abundant of all.

Since being discovered by David Lynch at the age of five and appearing in the movie "Dune", she had been working in Hollywood, and her figure could be seen in countless works.

Today, Alicia and James teamed up to complete the screen test performance, and the completion was very high.

Compared to the seriously unbalanced cooperation between Anson and Kate, the chemistry and attention to detail between them were more exciting.

This was also the reason why James was full of confidence.

After the audition, Alicia was called away by her agent alone, and the two disappeared mysteriously, so they didn't meet in the waiting room, but unexpectedly reunited on the street.

James took the initiative to greet her, "Hey, Alicia, nice to see you again."

Giving way slightly, James still politely introduced him, "That's Anson."

Alicia waved to Anson, then looked at James again, "Car trouble?"

James was overjoyed—

From the reaction, it could be seen that Alicia was not interested in Anson.

Her eyes were on him, and James's smile became even brighter, revealing a flirtatious posture, and he chatted with Alicia.

In a few words, James straightened up, turned to look at Anson, "Buddy, Alicia will take us to the bar.

The car will stay here, and the insurance company will send someone over later."

Speed!

Anson's eyes moved back and forth between James and Alicia.

They were both interested in each other, and it was obvious that he was the third wheel.

If he foolishly followed them at this time, it would be too uncool.

A smile crept into his eyes.

Anson waved his hand, "This car, are you sure?"

Alicia was driving a Mini Cooper.

James's figure was already a bit cramped when he got in, and Anson was more than half a palm taller than James—

Although it was a four-seater, Anson estimated that he would have to curl up into a ball to fit in.

Anson chuckled, "Why don't you go to the bar first, order the food and drinks, and then welcome my arrival."

That being said, Anson and James exchanged a look:

You know, I know.

Obviously, Anson probably wouldn't show up.

James gave a happy smile, "Buddy, are you sure?"

Anson looked at James, "No, I'm not sure, or should I come along?"

James immediately changed his face and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, you're right, there's no need for you to be cramped in economy class, you can take your time."

In one stride, James stepped forward, gave Anson a warm hug, and said in a low voice, "Thanks, bro."

Without stopping any longer, he turned and got into the car.

Alicia waved to Anson, and the two drove away.

In the blink of an eye, only Anson and the temporary ride that didn't belong to him were left on the side of the road.

The engine was still smoking, and it had to stop in the midst of the busy traffic, but it had a strange sense of tranquility and peace.

Just right, Anson wasn't in a hurry—

Over the past few days, from the East Coast to the West Coast, and then back to the East Coast, experiencing an awards ceremony and a screen test, as well as a night of hangovers, although his body hadn't protested, his spirit was already tired.

Some leisure time, slowing down a bit, was good.

Anson didn't rush to leave, but stayed where he was, waiting for the tow truck.

In 2000, the biggest difference in daily life was the absence of smartphones.

If it were 2023, such waiting time would often be spent taking out the phone, playing games, watching videos, reading novels, chatting with friends, and browsing social networks.

No matter what the activity, it was always possible to pass the time and delve into the screen.

But now?

He didn't want to take out his phone at all, but quietly admired the scene in front of him.

He wasn't even sure of his location in Manhattan, it should be downtown, but he didn't know exactly which location or which street—

He didn't want to know either.

In the midst of the noise and roar, a melody of drum beats mixed with string sounds traveled through the crowd, as if he could see the notes traveling between footsteps and sunlight.

Suddenly, it grabbed Anson's ears, and he couldn't help but look over in the direction of the sound.

Second chapter.