From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“Anson - Wood.”

The entire actor profile page on IMBD only has a solitary name, nothing else, the page as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

However, Gloria, staring at this page, felt an uncontrollable excitement and agitation.

Perhaps the only regret was the lack of a photo, not a single photo, just like Rose in “Titanic,” without a picture of Jack.

Now, Gloria was counting on the “Friends” crew; they always insisted on releasing some official behind-the-scenes photos.

They didn't usually take many photos, but when guest stars appeared, the crew would be more diligent.

Gloria clasped her hands together, silently hoping that the crew would be exceptionally diligent this time.

“Ah!”

Thoughts surged in her mind; even though nothing had happened yet, the more she imagined, the more excited she became.

“Ahhh!”

Gloria couldn't help but stretch her arms in a yawning motion, and then, she screamed.

As a result.

— “Gloria!”

A reprimanding voice immediately came from downstairs; Gloria stuck out her tongue, retracting her unfinished stretch and exhaling a long breath.

Motivation, full throttle!

Gloria knew that if she wanted to seize the next opportunity for close contact with Anson, she had to study hard now, create conditions in advance, strive for opportunities through her own efforts, and even create opportunities.

Study hard, improve every day.

Oh yeah!

Anson.

She repeated the name to herself.

Anson - Wood.

Unable to resist repeating it again, her mood couldn't help but soar; Gloria gained energy, preparing to start studying with high morale.

… …

“Anson…”

“Anson!”

Chris - Evans was equally excited, shouting Anson's name, leaping and bounding, spreading his arms and gliding along, flying with open arms in the corridor adorned with ivory white and Delft blue tiles.

Then, he jumped high and heavily patted the door panel in front of him.

“Today, today, is the day.”

“Anson?”

“Hello, Anson!”

“Anson - Wood, today is Thursday, you shouldn't have forgotten what day Thursday is, right?”

“'Friends'! Tonight is the day the twenty-first episode of 'Friends' airs, which is essentially the day your first work as a professional airs.”

“Rounding it off, it's practically a premiere.”

“Anson, party, we should party.”

Bang, bang, bang.

The ancient carved brown wooden door in front of him was almost about to be torn down, but Chris didn't notice at all, simply using the wooden panel as an African drum, performing a wave of drumbeats on the spot.

Only…

A mess.

Just listening to it, you could tell that Chris probably had no musical talent.

The crackling drumbeats were pure noise, with no rhythm at all, banging loudly.

And then—

Chris, “Hmm?”

Anson felt as if he had been wandering in the desert for two weeks, his throat parched, “You should remember that we already drank until three in the morning last night in the name of the premiere, right?”

Wait, was it four in the morning?

Chris revealed a set of neat white teeth, like a dental advertisement, “Last night was last night, tonight is tonight, how can they be the same?”

Although the energy of an eighteen-year-old is inexhaustible, Chris was still too crazy.

Time, flew by.

It seemed like participating in filming for the first time was just yesterday, but in fact, ten days had slipped through the fingers like that, and in the blink of an eye, it was Thursday.

The filming of “The Fugitive” had not yet started; the series had been confirmed for a premiere in October and was still in the early stages of preparation; even the cast and filming crew were still being selected.

So, although Chris had signed a contract, he was still unemployed; and he didn't need to read scripts; apart from continuing to audition everywhere, he had nowhere to vent his energy.

Anson, on the other hand, was different.

Following last Monday, this Monday he went to Burbank again, joining the “Friends” crew for the second week in a row, as a guest star playing the role of Paul.

In just ten days, accompanied by a series of activities such as costume fitting, rehearsal, practice, filming, and parties, life was particularly fulfilling, and it passed in a flash.

For the little partners, Anson's experience was a positive signal, not only did he appear in "Friends", but he also won the opportunity to film two consecutive episodes, sweeping away the recent period of dullness and depression, proving with his own experience that the Hollywood dream was indeed real.

This also lit up hope for Chris.

As Anson's episode was about to air, Chris was abnormally excited, the expectations for Anson and for himself doubled.

Moreover, the cancellation of "Freaks and Geeks" and the meager daily attendance of "The Cave" kept the atmosphere depressed, as if they had been forgotten by Hollywood. Although James and Seth had always remained optimistic, the unspoken bad moods still quietly spread.

They urgently needed a party, and they also urgently needed Anson's good news to inject a shot in the arm, otherwise, they might really not be able to hold on.

That's right, Chris was going crazy.

Anson felt that he was slightly different from ordinary people; others had the body of an old man and the heart of a young man, so that the body couldn't keep up with the needs of the mind, but he had the body of a young man and the heart of an old man, and the mind couldn't keep up.

Looking at Chris jumping up and down in front of him through the slits of his eyes, Anson thought:

Perhaps, he could try harder to look forward to it?

“Oh yeah!”

Anson waved his arm, but as soon as his arm was raised, it immediately collapsed like a soft noodle, and his temples began to throb as he spoke, reminding the person involved in a strong way that perhaps the brain had no memory and didn't remember what happened last night, but last night was real.

“So, what preparations have you made for tonight?”

Anson tried to cooperate positively.

Chris immediately became excited, “Ah, tonight!” The words were almost on the tip of his tongue, but he slammed on the brakes, triumphantly raising his chin, “Surprise, tonight is a surprise.”

“Bro, trust me, you'll definitely be surprised tonight, haha.”

Thinking of tonight's surprise and imagining Anson's expression, Chris couldn't control himself, his smile gradually rising at the corners of his mouth, fully blooming.

Anson wasn't worried either, slightly opening his eyes, scanning Chris's expression, and casually mentioned, “It wouldn't be Hayden and Brad making a surprise appearance as mysterious guests under the guise of coming to celebrate, only to run over and drink all the alcohol and then get drunk together in the hall, would it?”

Chris: … …

The smile slowly stiffened at the corners of his mouth, he blinked his eyes, panicked, and for a moment didn't know how to respond, his expression completely collapsing.

Anson couldn't help but smile, but didn't say much, “What food are you preparing for the party? You can make a list now, and also ask James, I'm treating tonight.”

The door panel slowly closed in front of him.