From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Brad spread his hands, looking at Chris speechlessly: That's it?

Chris scratched his head, "We were up all night drinking yesterday, so…"

Brad's face was filled with shock, "You guys! You actually… didn't wait for me! And does staying up all night yesterday mean we won't be staying up all night tonight? I suddenly don't know which news I should be more sad about. You've changed."

His heartbroken appearance was as if he had just missed out on a hundred million. Or maybe two hundred million.

Anson, who was walking over unhurriedly from behind, tossed two potato chips into his mouth, revealing a shallow smile, "Brad, you should check your room first."

Brad: ???

Anson gently shook his head, "I thought you would at least go back to your room first. I didn't expect you to be so impatient, heading straight for the main topic as soon as you entered the door. Miscalculation, miscalculation."

Brad couldn't wait any longer, took off running, and rushed towards his room.

Chris looked at Anson, puzzled.

Anson shrugged lightly, "You guys prepared a surprise, so naturally I had to prepare some surprises in return."

Chris was stunned. A smile briefly lingered at the corner of his mouth, then slowly disappeared, and his shoulders slumped. "So you knew Brad was coming back all along? The surprise has already been seen through?"

James chuckled, his face full of schadenfreude, "With your level of secrecy, it would be strange if Anson hadn't seen through it, right?"

Before Chris could speak, Brad's voice exploded from the room, "Haha, good, good, good, party time!"

James and Chris both looked at Anson.

Anson then explained, "I just took a trip to the liquor store myself."

It was only after Anson came to Los Angeles that he realized that although supermarkets and convenience stores had everything, they were stricter about checking ages and IDs; in addition, there were all kinds of specialized shops, such as shops that specialized in selling meat, shops that specialized in selling bread, shops that specialized in selling alcohol, and shops that specialized in selling cooked food and fast food.

These shops were often hidden in every community. Without special decorations, they were just small shops at the end of the street, relying on regular customers in the community for business.

Therefore, liquor stores would also turn a blind eye and wouldn't strictly check everyone's age.

Of course, convenience wasn't the only advantage.

Because liquor stores were specialty stores, you could find all kinds of alcohol inside, from beer to wine to spirits, from cheap low-priced brands to expensive high-priced brands to private brands that the liquor store cooperated with. The small shop was fully equipped and could meet the different needs of customers.

After seeing through the surprise, Anson knew that tonight's party would probably be another night of drinking until they were drunk. So, he prepared—

An alcohol gift package.

From Brad's cheers, you could hear that the weight of this surprise was extraordinary.

James looked at Chris.

Chris looked at James.

After a pause, the two of them, without prior agreement, rushed towards Brad's room, as if they were at the Olympic 100-meter final.

Gradually, bustlingly, the living room on the first floor was once again filled, and the small garden in the back was also full of people. This was a real party—

In fact, at a party, eventually, all you can see are unfamiliar faces. That's what a party is, and in the end, all that remains is a peak of joy.

However.

The broadcast time of 'Friends' was getting closer and closer, and it was about to start, but the other surprise that Chris had prepared had not yet appeared.

Buzz.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The phone started to vibrate.

Anson glanced at the caller ID and saw Chris through the crowd, "Buddy, the other surprise is here."

As he spoke, Anson raised his phone to signal.

Chris immediately understood, swam through the crowd and ran over, looking a little anxious, "But, but…"

Obviously, this was an important role, because Hayden had been staying in New York for almost a month, from two weeks to three weeks, and then evolving into four weeks.

Until now.

If Anson wasn't mistaken, this mysterious audition piece should be 'Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones'.

"Oh, Anson, I'm sorry…"

Hayden's voice came from the other end of the phone, the background noise was chaotic, not much different from Anson's side. It seemed that there was also a party going on in New York.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Hayden cut off his words.

"God, look at my memory, let's start over."

Without waiting for Anson to respond, Hayden hung up the phone directly.

Anson: ???

Chris had already come to Anson's side, "So, what's going on? Do we need to go to LAX to pick him up?"

Anson showed the phone screen to Chris, and Chris also had question marks all over his face.

"Ah, it's ringing again." Chris pointed to the phone.

Anson answered again, and Hayden's joyful and cheerful voice came like sprinkling flowers.

"Congratulations! Anson, congratulations, God, I'm really happy for you. Hey, 'Friends', this is a guarantee, we're all going to envy you."

Anson couldn't help but chuckle, "You should wait until after the broadcast before saying that, maybe my performance will be a disaster? But thank you, no matter what."

Hayden also laughed, "According to the plan, I should be appearing in Los Angeles now. I really hope to watch the broadcast of the episode with you guys."

Chris leaned over and caught some words from the receiver. Impatient, he simply shouted directly into the microphone, "I thought you could come back. Wasn't your flight at noon today?"

Hayden, "Yes, that's what it was supposed to be. Everything was over. All the auditions were over. But just when I was about to go to the airport, they called again, saying that they needed to arrange another audition in the evening, God."

Chris was dumbfounded. He had only heard about it before, but he didn't expect that this kind of situation would really happen in reality, "Weren't the auditions already over?"

Hayden also complained, "Yes, that's what I thought too, but…"

Chris, "How many times have you auditioned in total?"

Hayden, "Seven times? Wait, eight times? No, maybe nine times, sorry, I'm already confused, I can't count at all. After the audition in the evening, there's still socializing at night."

Chris looked at Anson and mouthed, "Audition, God, he's still auditioning, it's endless," and then continued to speak into the receiver, "Yeah, I can tell, I thought it was already particularly noisy here, I didn't expect it to be even noisier there."

Because he had signed a confidentiality agreement, Hayden couldn't reveal any news about the audition, not even the audition company, works, roles, etc.

Moreover, it was already the seventh, eighth, ninth audition?

Anson thought, without a doubt, it was 'Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones'.