From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“I'm just worried we might accidentally sign a contract selling ourselves, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep an eye on things.”

Sure enough, Anson is Anson. His words always carry a sense of freedom and candor. For Edgar, who is always on edge, this is almost an unattainable state. So, every time he looks at Anson, he's both amazed and admiring.

Since Anson said so, Edgar didn't need to decline any further.

“I've spoken with Warner Records, and they've shown enough sincerity, basically agreeing to all the conditions. They just want to seize the opportunity and release the album while the iron is hot. They're naturally thrilled that you're willing to help share the risk. But they still hope to sign you for two albums if possible; Warner Records has its own concerns.”

Anson understood. “Haha, they're worried I'll release one album and then run, right?”

Edgar spread his hands. “The success of 'Spider-Man' has given them more confidence in you; but at the same time, it also means your acting career is a great success, and there might not be a second album. The record market has been declining, and record companies often need a second or third album to really start making money. Their request is not surprising.”

Anson: “Okay, I got it. I'll discuss it with the band members and see. We need to reach a consensus, otherwise nothing will work.”

Watching Edgar nod decisively, Anson suddenly became curious. “Captain, what about you?”

Edgar: “Me?”

Anson nodded. “Yes, what's your opinion? What do you think of the band?”

“It's good.”

“That's it?”

Edgar looked at the enthusiastic Anson, organized his thoughts, and became serious. “Honestly, I think this is just a hobby for you. Johnny Depp also has a rock band, and Will Smith has released a few albums. It's common for actors to play in bands and singers to make cameo appearances in movies; there's no need to make a fuss about it.”

“Moreover, we need to thank you for the surprises you brought in terms of fashion and music, which helped 'Spider-Man' break through this time, so why not?”

“It's just like you said before, being an actor is about daring to try and daring to break through. When an actor confines themselves and restricts their possibilities, it also means that the actor's vitality is suppressed.”

“So, even a hobby is worth trying.”

“Or, if you can bring additional surprises like you did on 'The Tonight Show,' that would be even more perfect.”

Edgar shared his opinion freely.

The mainstream opinion in Hollywood is to hope for 'specialization.' Actors should be actors, singers should be singers, and even stage actors should focus on stage plays. This is also an important reason why Edgar and Eve didn't rashly and aggressively promote Anson's 'fashion image' at the beginning.

But as time goes on, Edgar is also evolving step by step.

Anson nodded solemnly. “Sure enough, I have good taste.”

Edgar: … Are you sure?

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation. Edgar looked at Anson speechlessly.

Anson was particularly calm. “When you leave, please open the door for me.”

Edgar actually laughed. Their collaboration was becoming more and more harmonious and tacit. In the end, he didn't retort, got up, and left.

When he reached the door, Edgar turned around, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

“Anson, about Hayden and Brad… don't take it to heart.”

“Indeed, everyone says that in Hollywood there are only absolute interests and no absolute sincerity, and that's a fact; but nothing is absolute. Maybe you're just embarking on different paths, continuing to move in different directions.”

“However, you're not alone on this path.”

Anson was stunned—

Brad wandered around the house like a ghost. He didn't prepare to talk to them, and they didn't take the initiative to talk to him; they left each other in peace.

Until one day, Brad chose a time when both Anson and Chris were home, packed his luggage and left, and neatly placed the keys and the remaining rent on the coffee table in the living room, leaving in Anson and Chris's peripheral vision without saying goodbye.

Later, he heard that Brad had moved to Venice Beach.

Hayden's room is still empty, and now Brad's room is also empty. Anson never recruited new roommates, but it's unknown whether it's because he's too busy with the promotional period and temporarily forgot, or whether he's been deliberately ignoring it. The large villa suddenly became a little deserted this summer.

Some time has passed since Brad moved out, and Edgar has never said much, but today, Edgar finally couldn't help it.

However.

Edgar himself was still not used to it. Obviously, this was not his usual style. After dropping a bunch of words, he didn't wait for Anson's response, and even to some extent, didn't want Anson to respond, and turned around in embarrassment, quickly preparing to leave.

“Thank you.”

Behind him, a clear voice came.

Edgar's action of preparing to open the door paused slightly. He wanted to turn his head reflexively, but the muscles in his shoulders suddenly stiffened, so that his head retracted slightly but got stuck in a strange position, which made him even more embarrassed.

He was still not good at dealing with such things.

So, Edgar simply straightened his back slightly, and his right hand, which was resting on the doorknob, simply flipped down, and the next second he directly opened the door.

Then, he saw Lily and the other three standing neatly at the door.

At first glance, Lily saw Edgar's serious expression. Although there were no words, there was a chilling aura on his cold face that made people stay away.

Subconsciously, Lily took a small step back, accidentally bumping into Connor.

Unexpectedly, this alarmed Connor and Miles, and the two also hurriedly withdrew their gazes, retreated slightly, and made way.

The look on their faces was as if they had seen a ghost.

Edgar immediately realized that his expressionless appearance should be a little scary. The words of explanation were already on his lips, but on second thought, he swallowed them back.

It might be a good thing that they were afraid of him. He didn't need to be friends with them. He always stood on Anson's side, and the only thing he needed to protect was Anson's interests; in this way, if something like what happened with Hayden and Brad happened again in the future, he could take action on Anson's behalf—

He didn't mind getting his hands dirty.

“Anson is inside.”

Edgar nodded slightly, maintaining an expressionless posture, and then looked forward to indicate that he was ready to leave.

Whoosh.

The road immediately opened up.