From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

God.

Whew, God, God, God.

Connor tried his best to control himself, but his fingertips still trembled slightly uncontrollably. He quickly clenched his hands into fists, hiding his nervousness.

Obviously, this was not easy.

He looked up at the detached villa in front of him, then looked around at the palm trees. The golden California sunlight lazily fell on his skin, making it slightly hot.

Only then did he feel a little more real. He had really come to Los Angeles. The bustling traffic and crowded people made him a little uncomfortable, and the memories of living in New York became vivid again. He couldn't help but take another deep breath before taking a step.

Knock knock.

Connor knocked on the door, looked down at his slightly simple T-shirt, and felt a little awkward, worried that his visit was too impolite.

But, wouldn't a shirt and suit be too formal?

Oh, Connor, finally! You're the only one missing.

Opening the door was Lily Watkins, which made Connor feel a little dazed. He couldn't help but look past Lily's shoulder and peek inside.

Lily noticed, "I still can't believe that Anson is an actor; likewise, I still can't believe that we really came to Los Angeles."

Connor looked back at Lily, revealing a restrained smile, "Everything happened so fast, I still don't feel real."

The amount of information was too rich, and Connor didn't even know where to start being excited, sighing, and joyful.

Lily understood. She raised her hands and showed them to Connor—

Her fingertips were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Lily lowered her voice and said, "My knees are also shaking, I can hardly stand up straight."

Connor quickly lowered his voice, "Is it okay for me to just show up like this?"

Connor noticed that Lily was wearing a black dress and had styled her hair, making her look very formal.

Lily pulled at her skirt hem embarrassedly, "This is my best dress, a special performance outfit for weddings. I'm starting to wonder if I'm being too grand…"

But before she could finish speaking, a figure came out of the kitchen, holding a tea tray, and immediately noticed the activity at the door.

Hey, Connor, welcome, please come in.

Sorry for not greeting you in person as the host, but I'm trying, trying to express the enthusiasm of a host. I'm not sure if you guys like it.

Tea?

At this time, Connor saw Anson.

White T-shirt with jeans, a clean and refreshing outfit, barefoot, the whole person appeared simple and casual, but between gestures, he naturally revealed a dashing and suave air, attracting attention like a shadow. As soon as he appeared, the entire hall seemed to light up.

Miles, who was sitting stiffly on the sofa, quickly stood up, preparing to help. But Anson insisted on putting the tea tray down himself.

Connor now understood what Lily meant. He looked down at his T-shirt and felt a little relieved, "Tea? Of course, no problem."

Anson was indeed preparing to play a qualified host, but obviously, this was not easy. In the end, Connor took over and completed the tea-making work.

Connor realized that in the past half year, he had unknowingly smoothed out his edges, become cautious and timid, and only at this time did he slightly regain his former high spirits, "Sorry, I still haven't come back to my senses, I can't believe you're an actor."

I mean, your house… is very clean.

Anson laughed happily, "Actors are all narcissistic, the house should be full of their own photos and posters, right? You should see James Franco's room—my roommate, he fits all your stereotypes."

Lily bumped Connor's knee with her knee, "Didn't you notice when you came from the airport? The streets are full of Anson's posters."

Connor:?

"Spider-Man" has fully entered the preliminary publicity stage, and posters are everywhere. You can see Anson's close-up photos everywhere.

This time, the level is completely different. It really allowed Anson to experience the different scale of a big production with a budget of over 100 million US dollars.

Now Anson needs to start wearing a baseball cap when he goes out.

Last time, he helped a lady put her goods in the trunk in the supermarket parking lot. As a result, the lady said he looked familiar. When he turned around, he saw a giant "Spider-Man" poster lying horizontally on the building across the street. The two faces overlapped in different depths of field before and after.

Even Anson himself was taken aback.

In order to avoid similar accidents from happening again, Anson now carries a baseball cap and sunglasses with him. Rather than worrying about being recognized and affecting his actions, it's better to say that breaking the fourth wall and seeing the face in the poster appear in front of him really feels like a horror movie. He still shouldn't scare people.

Miles also noticed, "'Spider-Man', right? I can't believe we're actually talking to Spider-Man."

Anson spread his hands, showing his wrists to everyone, proving his innocence, "Hey, I haven't been bitten by a mutated spider."

Haha.

A burst of laughter broke out.

After the joke ended, Anson brought his thoughts back to reality, "'The Tonight Show' has sent an invitation, I want to ask for your opinions, are you willing to accept the invitation?"

Lily couldn't help but be the first to say, "Of course. Of course, I'm willing. How could I refuse?"

After speaking, Lily realized that only her voice was heard, and she was a little embarrassed, "Right, Miles? Connor?"

Anson came out to smooth things over, raising his hand to signal that Miles and Connor didn't need to rush to speak, "What I mean is, you've also seen that my movie is about to be released, which is a brand new experience for me.

"I'm not sure how the show will go, and I'm not sure how Jay Leno's interview will unfold. Maybe, they invited the band to the show just as a gimmick, and then the focus may shift to me."

"I don't think that's fair…"

Miles interrupted Anson, "From the beginning, things weren't fair. You wrote that song, we're just accompanists, and now we got the chance to be on 'The Tonight Show' because of that performance. Isn't it natural for the focus to be on you?"

"As for whether it's music or movies, I don't think it makes a difference, because the focus is on you."

Anson didn't think so—

Bands and actors are different. Actors are individuals and rely more on their own abilities; bands are a whole, and they are incomplete without any part. Maybe people's attention is often on the lead singer, but Anson always believes that without the existence of other people, the band is no longer a band.

What's more, Anson was an intruder in the street performance at the beginning. He was an outsider, he was a stranger, he shouldn't have stolen the band's limelight.

But at this time, looking at the three people in front of him, his words still stopped.

Anson shrugged lightly, "Of course I don't mind, you know, actors, can't wait for all the spotlights in the world to be focused on them."

Haha, a burst of laughter.