From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

David moved away from the doorway. “You must be Anson, right?”

“Anson-Wood. It’s a great honor to meet you, Mr. Klein.”

His voice was low and magnetic, like blue velvet. David turned and looked in the direction of the voice, his gaze rising slightly, higher than expected.

He had a tall, well-proportioned figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, perfect for showing off clothes. Surprisingly, he hadn't opted for the usual boring shirt and suit.

A white T-shirt paired with stone-gray cargo pants, topped with a simple peacock-blue knitted cardigan. His handsome and rugged face had a clean and sunny quality, a contradictory texture perfectly blended, with a unique French charm in his every move.

Although not ostentatious, he easily stood out from the monotonous crowd.

After a quick glance, the impression was deep. Now, after a closer look, one couldn't help but steal a few more glances.

The corners of David’s mouth turned up in a smile. “Mr.? Ha, it seems Darren described me as particularly fearsome.”

“Uncle Darren said it’s called professional. After all, you’re not here to make friends.” Anson didn’t follow the usual polite greetings.

David paused slightly, taking another look at the young man before him. Some bluntness is annoying, but some straightforwardness is refreshing. The tone, manner, and expression of speech are also an art.

Clearly, Anson belonged to the latter.

David slightly raised his chin. “Then what about you?”

Anson and David went to the desk, but neither of them sat down. Instead, they continued to stand, separated by the desk. Anson met David's gaze frankly. “I’m here to make friends, after all, I’m not professional enough.”

Was that… a double entendre?

“Haha.” David laughed, looking at Anson’s clear eyes, feeling relaxed and happy. Then, he sat down and gestured with his eyes, and Anson followed suit.

David, “So, what did Darren tell you?”

Anson needed to search his memory, after all, everything had happened so fast today, but there was no information in his mind. “He said to remember to tell you that I really, really like ‘Friends’.”

So direct?

David was amused again.

Anson hadn't finished speaking, “But I want to say, you’ve probably heard this countless times, after all, I’m not the only one who likes ‘Friends’, otherwise the show couldn’t have become the number one in the US.”

David placed his hands crossed on his stomach, leaned back slowly in his chair, and slightly raised his chin, a look of pride in his eyes.

“Personally, ‘Dream On’ is very interesting, and ‘Veronica’s Closet’ should have given Uncle Darren some inspiration.” Anson finally finished.

Both of these TV series were also from David’s production.

Among them, “Veronica’s Closet” tells the story of a female boss of a lingerie company and her group of subordinates, earlier than “Sex and the City”; but in terms of success and reputation, “Sex and the City” is far superior to the former.

David’s laughter, deep in his throat, was released heartily. “Darren probably wouldn’t like your point of view.”

Anson disagreed, “Creative inspiration is everywhere, but turning inspiration into an excellent work is not something everyone can do.”

David raised an eyebrow slightly, his face changing without warning, his face full of sternness, and he snorted, "Are you complaining that I haven't been able to produce a work like 'Sex and the City'?"

Was this a test?

Anson didn't panic or avoid it, meeting David's gaze directly. “I mean you all eventually found your strengths and created works that countless people love.”

The air was a little quiet.

David didn't speak immediately, but quietly stared at Anson.

I wonder how this little guy's performance will be?

It’s not that he expected some kind of acting genius, even if it was a disaster, it didn’t matter. Brad Pitt wasn’t also trained bit by bit; he was just purely curious about what passage Anson would choose to perform, and how he would perform it.

Anson was a little nervous. “Oh, now?”

Finally, David saw some age-appropriate emotions in this child, a smile appearing in his eyes. “What, do we need to make another appointment?”

Anson quipped, “No, I just wanted to say that I have a performance in a small theater in a few days, why don’t you come to the venue to enjoy the whole show, but now it seems that you are obviously not interested.”

“Ha.” David was amused again. “Your guess is correct.”

A small joke made Anson calm down a little—

To be honest, everything had happened so fast. It had only been five minutes since the transmigration. He originally thought that this audition was just a formality, but David suddenly cut to the chase, completely reversing the situation. Thousands of thoughts surged in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered and nervous.

However, it was only for a moment.

In his previous life, in order to make money, he had tried many jobs, and had experienced scenes both big and small. He wasn’t really an eighteen-year-old who had just come out of nowhere.

Moreover, he had just time-traveled like the Flash, and all that was in front of him was an audition, so there was no need to panic.

Thinking about it carefully, this was his spotlight moment, he should be excited.

So, what should he perform for the audition?

Generally speaking, new actors often like to perform classic scenes during auditions.

For example, Robert De Niro’s “You talking to me?” in “Taxi Driver”, or Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” soliloquy, or the line from “Casablanca”, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

The reason is simple: classics represent resonance, and also represent familiarity.

If you perform an unknown character during the audition, it will be difficult to grab the other person's attention, and the rare opportunity may be wasted.

But the problem is that classics also represent a fixed impression, and all subsequent performances will be compared with the original version. Being exactly the same is considered unoriginal, being completely different is considered heretical, and it is difficult to break the shackles of the original version no matter how you perform it, and you will be lost in the crowd.

So, what should he do?

Anson had an idea.

Perhaps, in the limited audition time, the focus is not on showing the lines, not on replicating the classics, nor on showing the basics.

But on showing your personality and grabbing the audience's attention.

Anson wasn't sure if this idea was correct, but he would only know after trying, right?

What if it fails?

If it fails, then let Uncle Darren make another phone call. If you can rely on your looks, why rely on your strength? If you can take a shortcut, why take a detour?

Thinking of this, Anson looked up at David, no longer finding a trace of nervousness.

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