From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

May 1st, Wednesday.

Los Angeles was shrouded in golden sunlight, the lazy and brilliant halo immersing the entire city in the pleasant comfort of the transition between spring and summer.

At the traffic light intersection, vehicles slowly came to a halt due to the red light, one or two rolling down their windows to feel the breeze, and then a stretch limousine could be seen slowly pulling up as well.

However, all the vehicles stopped in the lanes for going straight or turning right, while the left-turn lane was completely empty because turning left led to Hollywood Boulevard, and everyone knew that traffic control was in effect there today due to a premiere, a scene they were already accustomed to, with no need to join the crowd.

At this moment, watching the stretch limousine, parked alone in the left-turn lane, one knew without asking that it must be a vehicle heading to the premiere—

Involuntarily, gazes quietly gathered, trying to discern the figure inside, wondering which actor or celebrity it might be.

“Huff…”

A sigh came from inside the car.

After hanging up the phone and carefully recalling to make sure nothing had been missed in the arrangements, she let out a heavy breath, not expecting it to be so loud, which startled Eve herself, making her instinctively look up at Anson and Edgar.

The three of them, looking at each other, were momentarily stunned.

Finally, Anson couldn't help but barely control the upward curve of his lips, "Relax, Eve, relax, you've seen countless big scenes."

Since she had been discovered, Eve didn't hide it, and sighed again, "I know, I know… but…"

Clearly, this wasn't the first time Eve had stepped onto a red carpet as a publicist; not to mention premieres, even events like the Academy Awards were nothing new.

Moreover, dealing with crises was her job.

However, today was different—

The storm that had swept across the entire North American continent for the past three weeks had been too crazy, and the burden of reversing the entire film market's slump was too exaggerated; everything felt like it had been thrown into a paper shredder.

Not just Anson, Eve and Edgar had also been so busy that their feet hadn't touched the ground, averaging forty-five minutes of sleep a day, sprinting all the way here in a chicken-blood-like state; it was estimated that their blood was now flowing with caffeine, and they had become unrecognizable to themselves, lost in a roar.

Thus, their hearts were on the verge of exploding.

But this was only for a brief moment; Eve quickly returned to normal.

"Everything will be fine."

"Everything will be fine, we've done all the work, things couldn't be more perfect, so, that's all there is to it."

Raising her head, Eve saw Anson's eyes—

Calm and bright.

Anson nodded lightly, "Yes, you're right, so we don't need to worry, just enjoy tonight."

Really, just like that?

Eve was stunned, "But what if the film's reputation collapses?"

Anson spread his hands, "Then we'll accept the ending of the collapse, Eve; which actor hasn't starred in one or two bad movies?"

That calm demeanor stunned Eve.

"Ha." Then she laughed and looked at Edgar, "That's the kind of mentality we need. When everyone repeatedly puts the responsibility of reversing the film market and saving the summer box office on his shoulders, he just doesn't buy it, what a great line, 'Which actor hasn't starred in one or two bad movies?'"

They were nervous because the expectations and pressure from the entire Hollywood had reached a critical point.

Anson wasn't nervous because he hadn't planned to shoulder the responsibility of saving the market.

Edgar also showed a smile, "So he's the superhero, and we're the sidekicks."

Anson shook his head gently, "Superheroes aren't just anyone can be; do you think others don't want to be box office superstars? No, everyone wants to be a box office superstar, but there's only one Tom Cruise and Will Smith."

"The reason they become superheroes isn't because they desire it more than others, but because they're prepared to seize the opportunity when it comes."

"Eve, trust me, you're ready."

Following Anson's gaze, Eve looked down at her outfit—

Red trousers, a red shirt, a red suit jacket, paired with black pointed high heels, but the real highlight was her ear-length blonde hair, with tassel black earrings and bright red lipstick completing the final touches.

Bold, unrestrained, like a flame.

Eve shrugged lightly, "You're the one who told me to be bold and let go."

Usually, agents, publicists, managers, and so on are often low-key; their appearance can't compare to movie actors, and if they rashly wear the wrong clothes, whether they'll steal the spotlight is another matter, they might need to worry more about becoming a laughing stock.

But today, Eve didn't—

Completely flamboyant.

Not just Eve, Edgar was the same, a navy blue striped suit looking particularly bold, the usually inconspicuous Edgar immediately stole everyone's attention, proving once again that clothes make the man.

These were Anson's requests; he wanted Eve and Edgar to be flamboyant.

Anson gave a big smile, "So, you should enjoy the party, don't waste this outfit, otherwise it would be a pity."

Eve and Edgar exchanged a look; they knew Anson's plan; but they weren't sure of the plan's effect, and they couldn't help but feel nervous as the moment approached.

As they spoke, the car slowly came to a stop.

Looking out the window, they had arrived at the intersection of Hollywood Boulevard, but the vehicles on the red carpet were waiting in an orderly queue—

TCL Chinese Theatre was about a hundred meters ahead, and at this moment, they could see the surging crowd at the entrance of the theater, with flashes of light covering the sky and the earth.

Undoubtedly, "Spider-Man" had the opportunity to hold its premiere at the TCL Chinese Theatre; to be precise, this was the only work holding a grand premiere this week, and the entire summer season was focusing on this work.

Moreover, it was a gathering of stars.

"We may have to wait a while."

Edgar was in real-time communication with the front, and his expression was slightly surprised.

"Tom is here. I mean Tom Cruise."

For the "Spider-Man" premiere, Sony Columbia gave the highest standard of treatment, and Edgar and William Morris Agency also mobilized all their contacts.

Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg, Anne Hathaway, Jennifer Aniston, Brad Pitt, and other guests all appeared, dedicated to making this premiere a celebrity-studded feast.

One superstar after another, all cheering for the film.

At least in terms of topics, creating an out-of-circle effect.

But they never expected that Tom Cruise would also appear.

For a moment, they couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Edgar and Eve quickly exchanged glances, but Anson seemed much calmer.

Watching the car stop at the intersection, Anson actually opened the door and went straight down.

Wait, what?