From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Eric was a little anxious, watching Anson leave the coffee shop and walk towards his motorcycle. In his eagerness, bubbles involuntarily started forming at his mouth, and he glared angrily at Mackie, whose face was still gloomy but who was still struggling internally.

"Damn it!"

"Mackie, that's Anson, that's Anson-Wood."

"He has countless choices now, he doesn't need to accommodate us, and we're not indispensable to him, but he still showed up."

"He read the script, he thought about the character."

"He even cooperated with us, step by step, cutting into the discussion and guiding our thinking. Do you think any actor or producer has ever studied our script like this before?"

"You always complained that no one really appreciated the effort we put into the script. Now that someone finally sees it, you're worried that they'll interfere with our creation?"

The more he spoke, the angrier and more agitated he became.

Eric, who had always been wearing a simple smile and quietly waiting on the sidelines, leaving all the initiative in the conversation to Mackie, now revealed his true colors as a friend, and began to fire indiscriminately.

"God, what exactly are you hoping for? No, what exactly are you struggling with?"

"Damn it, Mackie."

"Damn it!"

Saying this, Eric didn't bother with Mackie anymore, stood up and rushed out directly.

Standing at the door of the coffee shop, Eric frantically looked around, trying to find Anson's whereabouts; but before he had time to lock onto a target, a figure darted out from behind him and rushed out in a puff of smoke.

That was… Mackie.

Mackie took the lead and rushed to the side of the road, anxiously leaning out, completely disregarding the traffic on the street. His smooth, long hair broke free from its restraints and fluttered in the wind, like the heroine in a pure love story—

"Anson!"

Mackie shouted.

"Anson…"

That shout, filled with all sorts of mixed emotions, filled the scene with a sense of cinema.

It's just… Mackie's appearance really ruined the picture. That head of hair flying all over the place was simply hilarious.

"…What's wrong with him?"

A question came from his ear. Eric subconsciously covered his cheeks and lowered his voice, saying vaguely, "I, I'm not too sure either."

"Is this some kind of 'shouting love from the center of the world'?"

The teasing made Eric wish he could die. He couldn't wait to burrow into the ground. He was just an honest man, bad with words, and didn't know how to respond. He lowered his hands and looked over with a troubled expression.

Then, he froze.

"Anson…"

Eric was stunned, his brain completely stopped working, his voice completely stuck in his throat. He looked at Anson in front of him, and then at the motorcycle still standing in place. Only then did Eric realize they had been foolish.

Anson's gaze fell on Mackie's figure, "Does he need some help?"

Eric shook his head, then nodded, and finally regained a little reason, "We're looking for you. I, he, uh, we hope to be able to work with you."

This time, for fear of losing the opportunity, Eric became anxious.

"You, it's you."

"Indeed, we haven't considered the edges and colors of this character. Any actor could do it, we have no right to make demands at all, and more importantly, we haven't seriously thought about the character's own colors."

"But the conversation just now gave me inspiration."

"I believe he is a sunny child, at least he used to be, but due to a series of accidents, he slowly closed himself off. Although he still looks sunny on the surface, you can see sadness in his eyes."

"Just like you."

"To be precise, like Peter Parker, but more mature and broken than Peter Parker. He's not a high school student, but a college student, between student and society. He's starting to think about his life and trying to sort out his thoughts and find a direction."

"As you said, he is confused and perplexed about life, happiness, and his own existence, but not because of superpowers, but because of his review of his own life."

"So."

With a burst of crazy output, Eric couldn't help but pause and take a deep breath, staring blankly at Anson—

Incredibly, the image of the male protagonist in the script they had created over the past seven years was gradually becoming vivid in front of his eyes, and finally perfectly overlapped with Anson.

Very, very unexpectedly, the story of "The Butterfly Effect" became completely different in his mind.

"Blade Runner" received poor reviews when it was released, but was able to make a strong comeback more than ten years later and win praise, the root cause of which lies in the fact that the characters in the story are full of vitality and give the audience room for interpretation.

Over the years, Eric and Mackie have wholeheartedly devoted themselves to the script of "The Butterfly Effect", and their confidence has grown stronger and stronger; but they have repeatedly run into walls in reality, and have never found a suitable producer or film company. They couldn't figure it out, and even couldn't help but start complaining about the world.

But now, suddenly, opening up their own cramped little space, jumping out of their own thinking limitations, opening their eyes, things suddenly became clear—

A charismatic character, a protagonist with flesh and blood, an opportunity to truly integrate the setting of a science fiction story into reality and into life.

The answer, perhaps, lies in Anson?

Adjusting his breathing, Eric couldn't help but become excited.

"We need you."

"In fact, you are indispensable."

"Anson, you… you can use your charm to give the character more possibilities. At the same time, we need you to be the key to this project, to win investment and win attention."

"Sorry, the whole meeting today has been messed up, completely messed up, but it's still not too late, we can get back on the right track without any problems."

"We request your participation."

Generally speaking, Eric is used to giving the initiative to Mackie, who is responsible for speaking, while he himself is used to waiting quietly with a smile on his face.

But now, Eric himself did not expect that the words would just blurt out like that, and unconsciously, all the thoughts in his mind poured out.

Anson was also taken aback, unable to foresee the turn of events.

Just as Anson was about to speak, Mackie, who was shouting love from the center of the world, had also returned, and was calling Eric's name, and then he saw Anson.

Mackie was also overjoyed, "Anson, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really sorry."

He rushed to Anson in two or three steps, fumbled for a while, and then took a deep breath, trying to regain his thoughts from the surprise.

"You are right."

"We don't want anyone to interfere with the script, because we believe that no one knows this script better than us, but that doesn't mean the script is perfect."

"After the movie is released, after millions of viewers watch it, they will inevitably be able to find loopholes. In that case, why can't it be you?"

"You are also an audience member, you have found flaws, we should not treat you differently. On the contrary, it is better to find flaws now and revise them than to be criticized by the audience after the release."

"We are too arrogant."

"So, are you still interested in our project?"

After speaking, Mackie looked at Anson nervously, his heart pounding wildly, almost jumping out of his throat.