From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Dustin - Throne was adjusting his tie, still not used to such attire. He wouldn't wear a tie even once a year, if it weren't for Mike - Donovan insisting that such a posture was a basic etiquette…

Despite this, Dustin still glanced at Mike with a speechless expression.

Mike - Donovan, the West Coast Deputy General Manager of Warner Records' artist department, noticed the resentful gaze from his left and looked slightly helpless, but ultimately didn't say much, choosing to ignore it directly.

“Hey, Dustin, you insisted on this. No one forced you to come.”

“So, if we want to show enough sincerity, we at least need to look formal, and not like some random street bum.”

Dustin rolled his eyes, “A bum might not be this embarrassed.”

A suit? A shirt? A tie? Leather shoes?

How is this any different from Wall Street people? No self-awareness of a musician at all!

Mike didn't care, “Then you can just roll around on the side of the road twice right now, and you'll immediately highlight your artistic flair.”

Dustin could tell that this was sarcasm, but he didn't care at all, actually seriously looking down at his surroundings, starting to consider the possibility.

Mike: …

How should he stop Dustin?

Maybe, the best way to stop Dustin is Anson's appearance?

So, Mike didn't speak, but turned to look at the door in front of him, hesitating whether he should press the doorbell again. Just as Dustin said, they definitely wouldn't be able to convince such an unconventional band by sitting in a conference room to talk, otherwise they wouldn't have come in person, but they never expected that they might not even be able to get through the door.

If he had known, he should have contacted Anson and the band members through their agent.

Just then—

Creak.

The door opened.

Mike was delighted, and Dustin turned his head, their gazes all looking forward.

Anson, with messy hair, like a mad scientist from a movie, bleary-eyed, simply wearing a T-shirt and shorts, clearly having just woken up.

Such a meeting was also beyond the expectations of Mike and Dustin.

Mike was now somewhat regretful.

Watching Hollywood movies, where agents, record companies, or team coaches personally visit to show sincerity, and then impress the object they're pursuing, is almost impossible in real life.

Looking at the embarrassing scene they were facing now is the best proof.

So, contacting through the company, both parties sitting neatly in the conference room, preferably with lawyers present, and following the professional principles of official business, is the best choice, which can avoid many unnecessary problems. The reason why movies are movies is that they contain fictional and beautifying elements. Believing in movies and believing in novels is the most foolish thing.

However, on the other hand, the Anson in front of them was somewhat special, otherwise Mike wouldn't have agreed to Dustin's personal visit.

“Sorry, I'm a Buddhist.”

Anson said.

Mike: Wait, what?

Dustin: Huh?

Both of them didn't follow Anson's rhythm, and were stunned for a moment.

Then, Anson revealed a smile, preparing to close the door.

Dustin finally reacted, but didn't stop Anson, instead looking at Mike, bursting into laughter, “See, I told you a long time ago, haha, hahahaha.”

Mike: Full of black lines.

He glared at Dustin speechlessly, but didn't have time to refute, seeing Anson preparing to close the door, Mike quickly raised his hand to block the door.

“No, we're not here to persuade you to believe in God.”

Aside, Dustin laughed very unrestrainedly, “Haha, hahahaha, it's really too vivid, I also think we look like missionaries.”

Mike felt hopeless, “Dustin, if you're not going to help, don't make things worse. Signing the band was your idea, I don't care about you.”

Signing the band?

Anson caught a key word, but still didn't relax his vigilance, lazily leaning against the door, carefully sizing up the two people in front of him.

Dustin had also come back to his senses at this time, and quickly controlled himself, but the smile was still on the corner of his mouth, “Anson, we're from Warner Records, we came to you to discuss signing a record deal.”

Getting straight to the point.

Anson didn't easily believe it, “You can talk to my agent.”

Dustin finally became slightly anxious, “But your agent isn't responsible for record business; even if he does a cameo, he's just your agent, not the band's agent.”

“Look, the thing is, we want to sign the entire band, not just you.”

It seemed that the two people in front of them had at least done some homework, not looking like scammers.

Anson didn't speak, still remaining vigilant.

Dustin quickly bumped Mike, “Business card, now is the time to hand out business cards, we need to prove that we're not scammers.”

Actually… saying it so blatantly, this Dustin is a bit interesting.

Mike also reacted, flusteredly taking out a business card from his pocket, “In fact, we called Edgar - Cook to inform him, he should have left you a phone message; of course, I also called you to explain the situation, although I'm not sure if you checked the message.”

While explaining, he handed over the business card.

Anson took the business card, glanced at it, “I'm not very convenient today, how about this, you contact Edgar, and make an appointment, we'll find another time to meet, and the band members will also attend, I'll let Edgar know.”

Dustin was a little surprised, “I thought you didn't like those formalities.”

Mike stopped Dustin, constantly winking at him to stop him, while looking at Anson, “Of course, no problem, let's do that.”

“We'll contact Edgar, and then meet in a formal setting.”

Then, regardless of whether Dustin was willing or not, Mike dragged Dustin away.

Dustin looked at Anson with a depressed expression, shaking his head repeatedly to express his surprise, seemingly not expecting Anson to be such a rule-abiding type, constantly muttering something like “You can't hear it at all in the music”, while saying that, he tore open his tie and unbuttoned his collar, seemingly unable to bear it any longer.

Mike was helpless, “I told you, we should be more formal. We're not some nameless independent company, this kind of reckless trick of showing up unannounced doesn't work in real life.”

Blah blah blah.

The two of them were like doing a crosstalk, pushing and complaining to each other as they walked, that scene was clearly a scene that might appear in "Pulp Fiction".

Anson had finally sobered up a bit, saying into the phone receiver, “Luca, someone came to my door to sign a record deal, I might need to talk to them.”

Lucas listened in the whole time, “Are you sure they're not scammers?”

“Ha, if they are, then their acting is too natural, I suggest they change careers and become actors; they might have a bright future.” Anson also joked, “I'll call Edgar to confirm.”

Then, Anson hung up the phone, and said loudly to the two figures.

“This title, are you serious? Shouldn't scammers find a more appropriate title?”