From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Previously, I had only heard about it, but now I can finally truly feel the role of a manager. Different managers have drastically different styles in career planning and ways of selecting projects, and the actors they cultivate also have obvious differences.

Just look at James Franco.

Actually, the scripts and roles of "Shadows of Suspicion" and "The Company" are both mediocre. You can't see any planning by the manager for the actor's image; moreover, the word-of-mouth and quality of the works are all very average.

However, James doesn't mind, because these works themselves are not important. Connections are what matter. Laying down a network of relationships in Hollywood through them, even if the works flop, doesn't matter. It can lay the foundation for his future.

It is precisely because of this that when "Spider-Man" exploded at the box office and the media's attention was completely focused on Anson, James didn't seem to care much.

Obviously, James's manager has a plan for everything.

Anson, on the other hand, is different.

From the beginning, Darren Star's connections had already taken an important step; now Edgar is more focused on starting with the works themselves, establishing Anson's actor image through the works and roles, and laying an industry foundation.

Different styles, different methods, but they all lead to the same destination. In the end, they can all reach the finish line, but the actor image presented to the audience may be different.

Anson's words were concise, but Edgar immediately understood, his heart burning.

During this period, Edgar had also been thinking that "The Butterfly Effect" was not a project that was casually dug up—

"Elephant", facilitated by Darren Star, not only allowed him to work with famous directors like Gus Van Sant, but also broke the shackles of the pretty boy image, effortlessly allowing Anson to enter the independent film scene, initially laying the foundation for more development possibilities beyond the pretty boy image.

This step was ingenious and brilliant.

Most importantly, it was effortless and readily available.

This is the power of industry connections.

This created a sense of crisis for Edgar. If Anson could open up the situation so easily, how should he keep up and prove his value?

Tossing and turning, thinking deeply, Edgar had not been able to rest well during this period. He had been thinking and searching, and "The Butterfly Effect" was the answer—

It was also an attempt.

In the end, Edgar still insisted on his beliefs and plans, opening up the situation around Anson's actor image. He believed that Anson was more than just a pretty boy, and he also believed that there was more to Anson that was worth exploring.

Now.

Anson gave positive affirmation, reconfirming Edgar's thoughts:

This is the actor he has been dreaming of. The success of "Spider-Man" is only the first step. In the not-too-distant future, there is more glory waiting.

Edgar revealed a smile, "I'm very happy we had this conversation. So, are you ready? When are you going to meet with the two directors?"

It wasn't just physical strength and energy.

Purely from a physical point of view, being young and vigorous, there was naturally no problem; but acting requires energy. Jumping from one role to another, throwing himself into acting non-stop, and also needing inspiration, Anson didn't want to rush it—

Haste makes waste.

However, these were all superficial reasons. The real reason lay with Anson himself.

In his previous life, after the age of twenty-five, he never stopped. He couldn't and didn't dare to rest. Stopping might mean the collapse of his world. He had to keep running and moving forward in order to barely maintain his fragmented life, even just taking a breath could be precarious.

Especially in the age of social media, everything is so turbulent, so turbulent, like a storm that sweeps everyone into it, plunging into a vortex of anxiety and restlessness. Life is cut into countless broken moments by short videos and fragments of information, but they cannot be connected, and unknowingly suffocate.

And this time, he didn't want that.

He hoped that he could slow down, he hoped that he could enjoy life—

Occasionally, he hoped that he could waste time.

Yes, he just wanted to idle away his time, to wholeheartedly enjoy the gaps in life.

Indeed, he could meet with the two directors of "The Butterfly Effect" tomorrow, but he didn't want to. He needed to slow down the pace.

What if he missed it?

It doesn't matter. In Hollywood, if you miss this one, there will always be another one.

Life is the same, otherwise life will be caught in a vicious cycle of "being afraid of missing out, so you have to force yourself to seize opportunities, trying to grab this one and trying to grab that one, but never giving yourself time to breathe". Nothing is not to be missed, except for your own happiness.

Just right, the new house needs to be redecorated. Anson ran to Columbus to scout, clearing out the space so that Charles and Nora could show off their skills.

Everything was perfect.

Edgar was slightly surprised, but after slightly opening his mouth, he couldn't help but reveal a smile, "Now, you have a bit of a superstar look."

"What?" Anson asked, puzzled.

Edgar, "This, this is it, the free and easy and calm 'I don't care whether I miss the opportunity'."

Anson shrugged lightly, "If this is the attitude of a superstar, everyone can become a superstar in their own life, as long as they can resist their own greed and desire."

Edgar, "The most difficult part is here, so life is an adventure, but also a trial."

The smile on the corner of Anson's mouth completely turned up, "A trial with only your own answer."

Edgar looked around, picked up the whiskey glass. Inside was not amber liquid, but a glass of milky white, but he still picked it up and made a toasting gesture towards Anson, "Cheers to the trial with only your own answer."

After speaking, Edgar pretended to be bold and drank the milk in one gulp.

… …

In a blink of an eye, time slipped through September and into October. The sunshine of midsummer gradually became gentle and light, and Los Angeles, where there is no winter in the four seasons, could also faintly feel the coolness of autumn.

However, bright sunshine still fills the sky and the earth, and every day is a good day to go out.

Figures jogging in short sleeves and shorts, couples strolling hand in hand for an outing, figures pushing strollers and standing on the street with coffee to bask in the sun, little sisters dressed up and sitting in outdoor cafes enjoying afternoon tea, scattered and pieced together the leisure and comfort of an autumn afternoon.

"Breathe deeply, breathe deeply, Eric."

Jonathan-Mackye-Gruber looked at his friend with flushed cheeks and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder gently, expressing comfort.

Eric-Bress turned a deaf ear, his face full of tension.

Mackye couldn't help but chuckle, "That's just Anson, not Angelina Jolie."

Eric shook his head repeatedly, "Just? Just! That's Anson Wood, God, he's our best chance, we need to seize it. But, but… …"

Mackye was dumbfounded and laughed, "He also has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, just like us. Does he have three ears?"

Then.

A voice came from the side.

"When I confirmed this morning, there were still two ears, but now it seems that my hearing is becoming more and more sensitive. I accidentally heard words that I shouldn't have heard. Maybe I should check to confirm whether a third ear has appeared."