From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

In my past life, for a very long time, I hid my emotions. Even the slightest emotional surge could become a force to destroy my life, reminding me that everything was just a precarious illusion.

Then, I came to this life.

I decided to be braver, I decided to be bolder, I decided to start enjoying life.

Evan, too, was the same.

Thus.

Standing in front of Eva, even though my own heart was also pounding, I displayed incredible perseverance and resilience, a dignified posture, like a mirror, allowing Eva to see herself.

Eva stared at Anson with wide eyes, trying to search for even a trace of hesitation in those eyes.

Unfortunately, she failed.

She was a little doubtful of her judgment. Reality? Performance? Truth? Illusion? Her head was filled with mush. "Just like that? A snap of the fingers?"

Snap.

Eva snapped her fingers. "And then, magic is produced just like that?"

Anson's lips curled up slightly, but not into a smile, but with a hint of composure, playful teasing, and dashing slyness, "That's called acting, Miss Green."

Actually…

At this moment, Anson's heart was pounding like a drum, and there was a roar above his eardrums, an indescribable itch, gently scratching his heart, causing him to feel dizzy.

He had the urge to rely on his eyes to hide his panic, but soon, he realized that the Eva in front of him was more nervous than him, which calmed him down.

After speaking, Anson took a small half-step back, subtly hiding his brief panic and… heartbeat. Cold air poured in like a tide, and the goosebumps on the surface of his skin began to scream wildly.

Eva, was stunned.

Looking at Anson, thinking seriously, Eva looked at Anson in disbelief.

A full beat later, Eva finally understood that this was an audition, this was a performance.

But the point is, where is reality and where is performance, where is truth and where is script, everything is perfectly blended together, and there is no way to distinguish them.

At this time, you can see Eva's inexperience—

After all, she had never really performed a role. Everything was just book learning in school, so that when she really entered the performance state, she could not distinguish between reality and illusion, and the boundary between self and the character was completely blurred.

Oh, God!

Now that Eva reacted, she realized that her actions, which she had just touted as bold and adventurous, might just be a little girl's Barbie doll game in Anson's eyes; moreover, Marcia and Nicholas were also watching.

Eva covered her cheeks with her hands in annoyance, and at this moment, she finally couldn't control herself and showed a little bit of naivety.

This scene made Nicholas and Marcia both smile.

Marcia also secretly let out a breath, hiding her pounding heart. After all, she was experienced enough, mature enough, and sophisticated enough. She quickly controlled herself and was about to comfort Eva, but she didn't expect to be a step late.

Eva raised her head again and looked at Anson, "So, how did I perform just now?"

So generous, so frank, with no dodge or obscurity in her eyes, looking directly into Anson's eyes.

This one action made Marcia want to applaud Eva.

Anson shrugged slightly, "Are you asking a vase for its opinion?"

Eva didn't expect such an answer, but the words came out, "Looking at a vase as a vase, maybe you can give a more accurate evaluation."

Anson's eyebrows raised slightly: ?

Eva spread her hands, "Hey, let's admit a cruel reality, no one will regard me as an acting talent."

Anson, "No, I'm more surprised that you think you deserve the title of vase. You know, not everyone can be called a vase."

Eva widened her eyes, silently raised her right hand, with the back of her hand facing Anson, took her left hand to cover her right hand and wiped it down, leaving only the middle finger standing. She calmly used that finger as lipstick and began to touch up her makeup.

That calm expression and action unfolded a counterattack in this way.

Pfft.

Marcia couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Quiet, yet gorgeous.

Pure, yet colorful.

Staring at Eva in front of him, the picture in his mind naturally became vivid, and the words blurted out, so that Anson was also a little surprised.

Eva's beautiful eyes paused, and she couldn't help but stunned for a second, and retorted without showing weakness, "Wait, did you just describe me as a painting? You know that's weird, right?"

Anson gently raised his chin, revealing a look of sudden realization, but didn't say much, but turned his head, raised his right hand and scratched his head, but silently put his thumb, index finger, ring finger and little finger together, and finally left one finger, gently scratching his head, with a nonchalant expression.

Eva saw it.

Just right, one back for one.

After Anson finished scratching his head, he turned his head with a well-behaved face and looked at Eva again.

Eva's mouth was about to rise up, but she still tried her best to control herself, nodded slightly, "So, is the audition over?"

Anson didn't answer, but went straight to the door, expressing a gentleman's gesture, and opened the door for Eva.

Eva was not in a hurry either. She pulled up the nonexistent skirt and curtsied, greeted Marcia and Nicholas, and then turned and left with light steps.

As soon as she went out, all the actors in the corridor who had finished lunch and returned to their positions looked over, but only saw the smile on the corner of Anson's mouth, and the door of the room closed again.

Eva knew that everyone was watching her every move in full view. She secretly held her breath, raised her head and chest, straightened her back and strode forward, bathed in everyone's eyes, and left the building all the way.

All the way to the parking lot—

Oh, God.

Eva buried her head in her palms and kept kicking her feet.

She deeply felt that she seemed to have messed up.

…

Inside the room.

Anson turned around, and the meaningful gossiping eyes of Marcia and Nicholas were almost unbearable, but Marcia took the lead in speaking.

"What is the relationship between you two? Do you need me to open a back door here? You are the producer, one sentence is enough."

Thump. Thump.

Anson's heartbeat was still disordered. After Eva left, all the suppressed emotions were released. Now he finally had a sense of reality. What had just happened surged up in the form of a tide, and in a blink of an eye, it submerged his brain. Dopamine was erupting wildly, and he couldn't help but feel dry.

Huff.

Gently exhaling a breath, Anson laughed directly, using a smile to hide the remaining palpitations, "She works at the front desk of the acting academy. We've met a few times, that's all."

Marcia didn't believe it.

But Anson didn't intend to explain further. Hollywood rumors are like this. No explanation can stop people's guesses. Compared to the truth, people are often more willing to believe their own prejudices.

In the final analysis, people always choose to believe what they are willing to believe and can believe.

Anson directly shifted his attention and jumped into the topic, "What do you think of the audition?"