From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

As an outsider, Anson knew that history had already deviated from its course and entered a completely different parallel universe, with things undergoing earth-shattering changes due to the flapping of his little butterfly wings.

The future, everything is unknown.

Since that's the case, why not open your arms and embrace a brand new world.

Thus.

Anson had an idea, "Maybe you can try Warner Records."

Ryan was stunned, even forgetting the bitterness on the tip of his tongue, "You, are you sure?"

Anson nodded, "Why not?"

"Anyway, there's no loss for me, because I'm not sure if Warner Records will care about my opinion. I'm worried it might even backfire. After all, the name Anson Wood should represent rebellion and individuality at Warner Records now."

Dustin, "And unpredictability."

Anson pointed to Dustin, "And unpredictability. You heard it too, my recommendation isn't necessarily a good thing, it might even affect the first impression."

"But no matter what, if you need a chance, Dustin can secure you an activation opportunity."

Everything, is about people.

Although Los Angeles is full of opportunities, without the right connections, you'll still end up unable to knock on the right door.

For Ryan, that was enough.

Of course!

He said.

But a beat late, Ryan realized that he hadn't said it out loud, fearing that he might miss the opportunity in front of him if he was even slightly slower, so he nodded vigorously, his neck looking like it was about to break—

He needed such an opportunity.

Ryan had always thought that as Timberland's assistant and being involved in the production lineup of big-name singers, the music industry would definitely see his talent, that he had already pushed open that door, and opportunities should be everywhere.

Now, not so.

From producer to singer, from behind the scenes to in front of the stage, this seemingly simple step is as difficult as crossing a chasm.

Record companies don't care about a small songwriter. What they care about is the product, how to create a brand new product with exquisite packaging. Other things like talent, gift, and ability are all fleeting clouds—

After all, true geniuses who can amaze the world are once in a decade.

Talent. Ability.

Existence exists, importance is important. But in the world of fame and fortune, where are there so many artists, they are all just displayed commodities.

Obviously, Ryan lacked the qualities to impress record companies.

All along, Ryan could see opportunities and also seize some opportunities, but he was never able to truly turn those opportunities into reality.

He was standing at the entrance of a world shrouded in spotlights, circling around and around.

However, he also didn't know what he was lacking, or how he should break through that invisible window paper—

Opportunity?

Any opportunity is fine, as long as it's an opportunity, he wants to seize it firmly.

What's more, it's an opportunity from Anson?

Wait, how did all this happen?

When his feet stood outside the City of Sound, bathed in the golden California sunshine, Ryan still had no sense of reality, as if in a dream.

Click! Click click click click!

Without warning, a burst of shutter sounds vented down, the dazzling silver halo interrupted Ryan's thoughts, like gravity pulling Ryan back to the ground, and the cheers about to rush out of his throat were forcibly interrupted.

Paparazzi.

Now the paparazzi are also jumpy, any slight disturbance will be triggered first, and then study what's going on after pressing the shutter—

Fearing that in the blink of an eye, an exclusive will fly away from in front of them.

Half a beat late, they finally realized that it wasn't Anson who was bathed in the flash, not even a band member, just an ordinary passerby, and in an instant all the shutters stopped, and the world returned to calm in a second.

Then, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Ryan hadn't had time to figure out what was going on and was already left alone in place, standing there with a heavy head and light feet, almost unable to stand.

Wh… … What's going on?

Ryan looked at the empty space in front of him, at a loss.

On that side, Ryan had a good feel for the vanity of the glamorous world.

On this side, Anson and the band's recording work returned to normal again.

There were collisions and arguments, there was happiness and joy, the recording work was more interesting than expected, although there were some stumbles, but in the end, the work was completed smoothly.

Finally, before the end of summer, all of Anson's work temporarily came to an end.

Without a doubt, it was a busy and fulfilling summer:

The release of a movie, the recording of an album, the filming of a movie.

Busy and hurried all the way, without any time to slow down and savor, time had already dragged summer into its tail end.

"Knock, knock knock."

At the door, there was a knock.

Without waiting for Anson to respond, the next second a confident baritone could be heard.

"Anson? Anson Wood?"

"Hello, you have a golden ticket from the Wonka Chocolate Factory."

Anson, barefoot, crossed the hall, opened the front door, and then saw that strange but familiar figure.

He thought he would feel unfamiliar, but in fact, at first glance, a sense of familiarity invaded his thoughts—

Before him was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, thin and handsome, with graying temples, but not showing any signs of aging, but rather a kind of elegance and introversion honed by time, the temperament exuding from the inside out revealed a kind of elegant composure even in simple casual attire.

A pair of square black-rimmed glasses also could not hide those clear eyes, every wrinkle recorded the heaviness of time and experience.

Some people, the younger the better, the shining light of youth makes people unable to look away; some people, the more mature the more mellow, the temperament honed by the years exudes a charming aura.

Charles Wood, Anson's father, he belongs to the latter.

"Wonka, are you serious?" Anson was a little helpless.

The allusion comes from the novel "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", in which the chocolate factory belongs to Wonka.

In the novel, Wonka invites five children into his chocolate factory and finally selects one heir from them; and the invitation is a golden ticket.

Charles opened his arms, without responding, and gave Anson a hug directly.

Anson: ? ? ?

Charles seemed to be able to detect Anson's complaint, and preemptively interrupted, he first released the hug, took out a greeting card-sized object from his inner pocket and handed it to Anson, "Of course I'm serious."

Anson took the card with a question mark on his head, Charles had already bypassed Anson and entered the house—

After the recording ended, Anson moved back from the City of Sound to the original villa.

"Ah, child, this decoration, not good, you can tell at a glance that you have no aesthetic sense."