From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Judging from his expression, Paul seemed like a "sister-doting maniac"—affectionate, kind, and considerate. In front of his sister, he had no principles or bottom line, not only smiling but also making a playful meme-like gesture, completely unconcerned about his handsome image.

However, the content of his words left no room for negotiation.

"Alright, two minutes."

"Begin!"

Looking at Paul's matter-of-fact expression, even the studio audience had the illusion that Paul had already made a huge concession.

Laughter exploded across the set.

David Crane's eyes lit up slightly, not hiding his surprise. He hadn't expected Anson to be so uninhibited, perfectly digesting the comedic style. His entire performance switched freely between exaggeration and seriousness, not only fitting the character but also giving the character and plot a unique charm.

Most importantly, it was funny.

If a comedy isn't funny, then even the most outstanding performance and the most enthusiastic support are just castles in the air. Ultimately, it has to be funny.

And Anson delivered. The chemistry between him and David Schwimmer was excellent.

Of course, thinking about it carefully, it wasn't surprising—

During the audition the day before yesterday, he was drawn to Anson's temperament and charm, which led him to boldly make the risky decision. Now, it seemed that Anson's comedic performance, completely without a handsome guy's ego, was an extra surprise.

Just look at David Schwimmer.

Everything about the performance was natural and effortless, requiring no embellishment. The back-and-forth between the actors sparked, creating comedic effect.

Ross was completely dumbfounded, "Ha, hahaha, uh, ha..."

He thought Paul was joking and took the lead in breaking the awkward silence with laughter, but seeing Paul's calm expression, his smile gradually stiffened.

Then, Paul raised his right hand and glanced at the Rolex on his wrist.

"One minute and fifty seconds."

"One minute and forty-nine seconds."

Ross also subconsciously looked at Paul's watch, and his smile gradually collapsed.

Amidst the laughter of the audience, Ross turned to Elizabeth for help, but Elizabeth's face was also full of anxiety, unable to help, which forced Ross to calm down.

"Okay... alright... uh... I can..."

His words didn't match his heart.

The rapid trembling of his pupils revealed Ross's confusion and bewilderment. Without even realizing it, he clasped his hands together, tightly intertwined, and began to pray.

"Okay, I want you to know that I've never done anything like this before."

"I mean, I've dated people, but I've never been with a student, oh, I mean, no..."

Paul, with a smile—

The smile was obviously stiff, his head tilted slightly, like a robot turning its stiff neck joints, and the dangerous glint in his eyes reminded people of the T1000 in "Terminator 2."

Elizabeth also felt it, blinking, blinking desperately.

Ross seemed to be caught in a tornado, "It's not that kind of thing, we haven't done..."

When the audience's attention turned to Paul again, they could see Paul's expressionless face, like a robot, even the smile that had been hanging on the corner of his mouth had disappeared without a trace.

Haha, hahaha!

Gloria completely lost control, holding her stomach and laughing, one wave after another, one spasm after another, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

The atmosphere of the shooting was wonderful.

Ross felt hopeless and could only look up at the sky, "Okay, let's tell a joke to relax."

"Two men walk into a bar, one is French..."

Paul interrupted with a flat, boring, horn-like voice, expressionless and slightly lowering his voice, "I am French."

Ross blinked, "As a result, the Frenchman won, oh yeah."

Hahaha!

Laughter and applause erupted, the studio was going crazy.

Especially when they saw Paul squinting at Ross, creating an effect that made Ross feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, even though he had no expression, as if scanning him with infrared rays.

The whole atmosphere was really hilarious.

David Crane leaned slightly towards Marta and said softly, "Wow, wow, bravo."

Marta was also completely immersed in the atmosphere—

They had personally written the script, and they were naturally very clear about which punchlines, which jokes, and what effects they would have. It could be said that they knew them by heart.

And Anson and David Schwimmer's performance exceeded expectations, perfectly presenting every punchline and every joke, with the rhythm controlled just right.

Awesome!

Originally, Marta had no expectations, just hoping that this pretty face wouldn't make a mistake, obediently completing the filming, honestly playing the pretty face, cooperating to please the eye, and she would already be thanking her lucky stars.

However...

Marta couldn't help but wonder where David Crane had dug this guy up from?

The ease with which he stood in front of the camera was just right, not too restrained and not too flamboyant, not too nervous and not too casual, everything was just right.

Did this guy really have no acting experience? Was this really his first performance?

Not to mention the lines and expressions, even the rhythm and interaction with other actors were natural and smooth, the performance was seamless.

Of course, if you wanted to praise him to the skies, calling him an acting genius, a treasure that brightened people's eyes... blah blah blah, it wouldn't be that exaggerated.

This was a sitcom, and Marta and the others had consciously written this guest role to be relatively simple, with no burden on acting skills, not a particularly difficult role.

But!

As a pretty face, not only successfully completing the task, but also being able to exude additional personal charm, giving the character more possibilities, this was really rare.

It was hard to imagine that the filming had been smooth all along, without a single NG.

Marta's heart was also uncontrollably rising slowly, unable to suppress her excitement, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the scene, it was truly an enjoyment.

But at this time, hearing her old partner's gloating and smug tone, she couldn't help but feel angry, and rolled her eyes at him unhappily.

"Basic."

It was just a natural performance, the current performance was mediocre, relying entirely on the actor's personal charm, there was no need to make a fuss.

Next, was the key point, and also the difficulty—

Following Ross, the other partners would also be appearing soon, and next would be multi-person scene interactions, which required higher requirements for rhythm coordination, attention maintenance, and performance discretion, and the difficulty of filming and performance would be even higher.

It was like singles and doubles, they were completely different things; singles and team events were completely different things again, the principles were the same.

Marta was stubborn, she still wanted to see.

David Crane didn't mind at all, he even chuckled, revealing a hint of confidence in his expression and posture, looking at Marta meaningfully, not worried at all, and then looking straight ahead again.

Whistles, cheers, applause, the whole place roared.

Because Ross's support team appeared, Phoebe, Monica, and Chandler were the ones who pushed open the door of the coffee shop. The audience at the studio were very supportive, one or two of them let out ghostly wails, further raising the atmosphere of the shooting.

Ross was the same, seeing his friends was like seeing a savior.

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