From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Before heading to the "Spider-Man" audition, Kristen was also contemplating:

Why did she want to become an actress?

As a child star, she never had the time or opportunity to think about it, blundering into this bizarre and dazzling world of fame and fortune, forging ahead all the way.

She didn't need to make decisions or think about the future; her parents had already decided everything, and no one had ever asked for her opinion.

After all, she was just a child.

Until this year, when she finally turned eighteen, she finally came of age, she could finally start thinking about her own life:

What did she want? How should she continue in the future?

Confusion. Bewilderment. Unease.

In fact, after the successful audition, Kristen had briefly regretted it.

The "glamorous" cheerleader image had become an impression, and she worried that she would then play a vase in a commercial film, and her future career would never be able to get rid of such stereotypes.

But now, Kristen was glad that she had taken on this role—

Everything was because of this moment.

In the eyes in front of her, Kristen found her answer, her dreams, her pursuits, her persistence, those qualities that belonged to her would not disappear because the roles she played were all the same.

On the contrary, she would use her own performance to give the same roles different characteristics.

She wanted to be an actress.

"It's like fulfilling an unreachable dream but not being prepared at all."

This sentence lightly and sharply shattered all of Kristen's defenses, and tears fell again.

Involuntarily, Kristen also looked at the man in front of her.

So simple, so pure, so sincere.

He had no armor and no shelter, standing unarmed in place, showing his vulnerability without reservation—

Sincerity, the most powerful yet also the most fragile thing in the world.

Kristen noticed that his eyes were also slightly red, and there seemed to be a faint glimmer of tears.

But he still didn't flinch, didn't cover up, and didn't run away, forcing himself to stay in place, head up, chest out, facing everything squarely.

So fragile yet so brave. So shy yet so bright.

So, this was Peter Parker, the most authentic Peter Parker.

Little by little, her heartbeat went haywire.

Kristen looked at Peter generously, without wiping away her tears, "Did you say that?"

The face in front of her, smiling through tears, with rosy cheeks, made Peter break free from confession mode, realizing what he had done after a beat.

"Cough cough."

Peter lowered his eyes, cleared his throat, and concealed his embarrassment.

"Maybe. Probably. More or less."

Peter nodded slightly, like a child facing the wall in repentance, concealing the panic in his eyes and the heat on his cheeks, his eyes carefully tracing the snowflake pattern on the hospital room floor.

Around, it was quiet, eerily quiet, even the sound of breathing had disappeared.

Then, Peter noticed a hand reaching over from the opposite direction on the armrest of the chair—

Slender, fair, soft.

It was Mary Jane's right hand.

Huh.

Suddenly, Peter held his breath, looked up, but found that he had accidentally bumped into Mary Jane's gaze, and hurriedly looked in another direction.

However, he still couldn't help but look towards the armrest of the chair, his left hand stiff in place, waiting quietly.

Kristen couldn't understand the situation, she simply wanted to pat Peter's right hand to express her gratitude, that remark was really important to her.

But what was going on with Peter's eyes?

Before Kristen could react, her right hand had already landed on the back of Peter's hand—

A jolt of static electricity.

Her fingertips felt a tingling sensation, and she reflexively shrank back, but she didn't expect that the hand reacted quickly, turned over, and firmly grasped her right hand.

Buzz.

The tingling sensation spread across the surface of her skin, and goosebumps were screaming wildly.

Instantly, Kristen saw her right hand completely wrapped in that large and slender palm, the temperature of the palm almost burning her fingertips.

Subconsciously, Kristen wanted to pull her hand out, her heart pounding like a drum, her thoughts in a mess, but she didn't succeed, she couldn't help but look up.

Their eyes met in the air.

Peter released his left hand, and Kristen finally pulled out her right hand this time, the gentle but firm wrapping force released, but Kristen felt a burst of emptiness, an unprecedented emptiness, the movement of pulling out her right hand involuntarily stopped, slowly stroking and delaying in Peter's palm.

The friction of skin against skin stirred up layers of ripples in her heart.

Kristen subconsciously looked up at Peter, but found that Peter was also looking at her, the two people's gazes briefly touched, and then quickly separated.

However, her heartbeat skipped a beat.

Involuntarily, Kristen looked back again, almost instinctively; and Peter, too.

But this time, the two people didn't avoid it, just quietly exchanging glances, shyness and restraint, panic and nervousness gradually calmed down, and their eyes became calmer, the separated left and right hands fidgeted uncomfortably, carefully feeling the temperature and tingling sensation left on the surface of their skin.

Pfft.

A smile climbed onto the corner of her lips.

"Cut!"

Sam announced the end of the filming of this scene, he liked the final handling of Anson and Kristen.

According to the script, Mary Jane was supposed to hold Peter Parker's hand at the end, and then be caught by Harry Osborn, who came to visit him.

Writing it this way was not impossible, but Sam always felt that the handling was too much like a youth idol drama.

It was different now.

Here, Mary Jane was just feeling palpitations, and hadn't really determined her feelings, their physical touch was more like a small accident; the exchange of glances, the mutual smile, could be interpreted on more levels, a kind of tacit understanding, a kind of calmness, a kind of communication, and also a kind of shyness.

For such a scene with complex emotional lines intertwined and an information explosion, whether it was the characters or the audience, they all needed a little time to digest it.

Leaving a little space, there was no need to say it too clearly, and it was also a good thing.

And this scene falling into Harry Osborn's eyes could achieve the same effect as a handshake, and would still not affect the subsequent development of the script.

Everything was just right.

Even Sam himself felt refreshed, and couldn't help but want to send applause to Anson and Kristen, the performance of this scene was perfect, the two people not only successfully completed the task, but also brought additional surprises.

Slowly, Sam let out a breath.

After a beat, Sam realized that it was quiet, there was actually no sound on the set, he looked around with a look of astonishment, only to see faces staring intently, one or two all frozen in place.

Sam had to shout again, "Cut!"

Huff.

The tense air finally relaxed, and you could hear a heavy breathing sound.