From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Nicolas-Flynn was chewing gum, trying to quit smoking, but obviously, it wasn't an easy thing.

At least, the gum could temporarily distract him, however, the effect was also very limited—

Right now, his ears could already pick up the rustling whispers around him, like crickets holding a symphony orchestra.

Looking around, there were about a hundred reporters gathered at the entrance of Studio 24 today. Compared to the topic of Brad and Jennifer, it wasn't a lot, but they were fully equipped with cameras and recording devices, each one a seasoned veteran, one being worth two, and the momentum of the whole formation was different.

One or two of them looked relaxed, chatting and laughing, looking more like they were on a spring outing taking pictures than chasing news.

Nicolas wasn't surprised—

A newcomer, a rookie, a newbie.

They probably haven't seen such a scene or formation in their lives. They only need to apply a little pressure and surround them a little, and they can easily make the young person lose their armor and abandon their weapons, babbling incoherently and panicking. Not only might they tell the truth, but they might also accidentally dig up some big news.

Compared to Brad and Jennifer, this is the best breakthrough point. They even regretted ignoring this loophole. Otherwise, if they had gone to surround the young man's house yesterday, they might have gotten an exclusive scoop, and there would have been no need to run here early this morning to crowd with everyone else.

Rustling, bustling.

You could feel the relaxed atmosphere from those smiling faces, and you could even hear some jokes about whether they should show mercy and not go too far, otherwise it would be bad if they scared the little kid and left a psychological shadow. "Then, we'll be misunderstood as the big bad wolf again."

Around, there was a burst of laughter.

It wasn't just relaxation, it was basically a party.

As a senior reporter for the "New York Times" entertainment section, Nicolas had been in the industry for many years, and he was as relaxed as his other colleagues.

Anyway, similar things have happened more than once or twice.

But from another perspective, if the agent acts as a shield, does this indicate suspicion? Just like a criminal suspect going to the police station to assist in the investigation but asking for a lawyer, innocence also looks suspicious; and they are not police, they don't need evidence and a signed confession, a suspicion is enough.

In other words, no matter what the situation, the reporters are completely in the upper hand.

Nicolas chewed his gum while mentally drafting, thinking about how he should approach the report if the young man came on stage with an agent, and how he should carry out follow-up tracking. Maybe this gossip won't end in a short time, and he shouldn't easily miss Brad and Jennifer.

Just then—

The engine roared, from far to near.

The noise at the entrance of the studio subsided slightly, and the reporters keenly and skillfully shifted their gazes. Although they were relaxed verbally, their reactions were still agile.

They would never miss any movement.

But.

An Aston Martin?

Nicolas was slightly stunned, and for a moment he couldn't remember who in the "Friends" crew drove an Aston Martin, and his mind was full of question marks.

Wait, could it be David Crane's brand new car?

The golden sunlight flowed down the body of the Aston Martin like flowing water, and the tough yet dashing lines were a visual enjoyment.

Then, it gradually approached Studio 24, drawing an arc and cutting into the parking lot—

Originally, Warner Bros.' filming base had multiple parking lots in different locations. After the staff parked their vehicles in the parking lot, golf carts were used for transportation within the studio.

One is to avoid traffic jams.

The other is to avoid accidents.

But in recent years, with the success of "Friends", in addition to Studio 24, the two adjacent studios have also become the set for the series, building different scenes, and the area has suddenly become wider, so Warner Bros. has planned a piece of open space nearby as a parking lot.

For the crew members, commuting to and from work has become much more convenient.

So, there is this scene in front of us.

Click. Click. Click.

The question marks on his head became more and more numerous, and he didn't understand why. All the reporters were unsure what was going on with this Aston Martin. Maybe it was simply an actor or producer from another crew.

However, they still held the mentality of not missing it and pressed the shutter, recording it first regardless of the consequences, it's always better than regretting it later.

Brief and turbulent.

Nicolas was no exception, but he only pressed it three times, and then immediately stopped again out of professional instinct—

Saving film.

Since the early 1990s, digital cameras have been on the market. After rapid development in just ten years, they ushered in a breakthrough in 1998.

Not only did the volume become smaller and the technology improved, but the emergence of memory sticks also completely changed the attributes of digital cameras. Coupled with the significantly lower prices, the popularity of digital cameras has been fully improved.

But the problem is that in 2000, the pixels of digital cameras had just entered the two-megapixel level, which was undoubtedly a huge breakthrough for ordinary families; for professionals, it was far from enough.

Despite being bulky, professional cameras are still the first choice for media professionals. Perhaps to avoid unexpected situations, they will also prepare a digital camera as a backup; however, before digital cameras, everyone had at least two to three professional cameras, and film was still king.

At this time, Nicolas was like this, like a mountaineer, holding a professional camera in his hand, and also having a professional camera around his neck.

The so-called saving film is not because the film is expensive, but because he is worried that the film will be used up and there will be no time to replace the film on the spot, so that he will miss the key points.

Compared to the Aston Martin, Nicolas was more curious about the identity of the driver.

Snap.

The car door opened, and a long leg appeared in front of him. There was no slow-motion replay, and then the figure left the driver's seat and appeared in front of him.

Click. Click.

Nicolas pressed the shutter twice out of professional instinct, but immediately stopped his finger again out of professional instinct, trying to see the object clearly.

A burst of shutter sounds and flashes came from his ears, instantly covering his vision, and stopped before completely submerging it, returning to calm.

A little doubt, a little scrutiny.

A little exploration, a little observation.

A little surprise, a little amazement.

Various emotions intertwined and collided together. The shutter stopped, the flash disappeared, and a very short moment of silence appeared in front of Studio 24.

Then.

Tens of thousands of gazes all focused on that figure, because of confusion and because of surprise. The huge gap and sudden impact caught the whole audience off guard. Their brains went blank and they couldn't react. The whole world seemed to be in a time gap, and everything stopped.

Seasoned veterans, is that it?