From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

History has already changed from the moment Anson starred in "Friends." The current world is now a completely different parallel universe.

Undoubtedly, "The Butterfly Effect" will also be a completely different work.

Looking back from a vantage point twenty years later, the main actors appearing in this work are all well-known. Even if they aren't all shining stars, they are not far from it. This is completely different from the previous life's work. The collision and interpretation of different actors will inevitably interpret different chemical reactions.

But the key is that a star-studded cast can also cook up a terrible movie. Not all collaborations can create an effect greater than one plus one. On the contrary, it may be the beginning of a disaster.

For Anson, this is an attempt, an exploration and development in a brand new parallel universe. Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. After all, it's just a ten million dollar investment, but this attempt can determine Anson's future development strategy.

Anyway—

In his second life, Anson has decided to live freely. Regardless of success or failure, he hopes that he can make bold attempts. This is the first time, but it will definitely not be the last. This kind of adventure is the best way to feel the energy and color of life.

He is ready.

At this moment, seeing Heath, a sincere smile appeared on Anson's face.

Heath, as expected of Heath, a simple gray T-shirt paired with jeans, carrying a small cloth bag in his hand, which seemed to contain clothes for changing, but that was all. Like a tramp heading to San Francisco for gold, he had nothing of value and was penniless, ready to go at any time.

"Yo."

Heath gave a low greeting.

Low-key, dull, concise.

Anson took the initiative to meet him and gave Heath a high-five.

"Are you ready?"

Heath looked slightly dazed, "Not bad."

This response made Anson laugh, "Are you sure this is good news?"

Heath shrugged lightly, "At least it's not bad news."

Anson laughed heartily.

Without continuing to exchange pleasantries, Anson beckoned Heath, Aaron, and other actors to walk towards the crew, "It seems that we are ready to start filming."

… …

Another movie is starting, and it seems no different from previous works, just another character experiencing another life.

But truly entering the crew, the mood is slightly subtle.

Perhaps it's because this is Anson's first independently chosen performance, perhaps it's because this is Anson's first time serving as a producer and starring in a work, perhaps it's because the seemingly completely unrelated plot of "The Butterfly Effect" is a portrayal and prediction of Anson's current life…

Maybe it's all of them, maybe it's none of them.

In short, it feels a little wonderful.

Especially when starting the first scene after filming begins, it is even more so.

Anson, wearing a bathrobe, was doing push-ups and sit-ups vigorously in the open space next to him, temporarily cramming.

Rachel, also wearing a bathrobe, carefully covered the hem, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her whole person appearing particularly tense.

Nervousness is real.

Shyness is also real.

Of course, expectation is also real.

Strictly speaking, this is not Rachel's first time performing in front of a camera, but adding up all her experience, this is only her third work, and it is also her first time playing the female lead, making the whole atmosphere different.

Unexpectedly, the first scene is a love scene!

A love scene!

Rachel's toes curled up shyly. She and Anson had only met twice.

The first time they met, Anson "confessed" that he had liked her for a long time.

The second time they met, they directly upgraded to being honest with each other.

This speed!

Now it is the 21st century internet age, and young people always say that everything is compressed. The first date is a kiss, the second is directly a roll in the sheets, and the third and fourth are friendly breakups. This is the supersonic era.

But Rachel admitted that she had not kept up with the times.

She had always thought that she was very advanced and open, but now she realized that it was an illusion. She was more conservative than she thought.

On the side, Anson was temporarily exercising to make the lines of his arms and shoulders look better. Rachel had been trying to shift her gaze, but her peripheral vision still uncontrollably drifted over.

The smooth skin exuded a faint wheat-colored halo. The indoor light seemed to flow down the muscle lines like a waterfall. The hot hormonal aura was overwhelming, and it seemed that she could hear a low panting sound…

"Stop!"

"Rachel, stop!"

Rachel closed her eyes. She had to stop these useless fantasies, otherwise her breathing would be disordered in the next second.

She still couldn't imagine herself filming love scenes on the big screen.

Ah, damn it!

"Sorry."

Anson's voice came from her ear, but Rachel was shocked as if she had been electrocuted. She opened her eyes suddenly and moved to the side.

After completing a series of movements, Rachel realized that her actions were a bit of a fuss. She bared her teeth and secretly glanced at Anson.

Anson was not angry, but showed a smile, "Maybe we can stop apologizing to each other, show professionalism, and enter the actor state?"

One sentence made the corners of Rachel's mouth rise slightly, and her tense emotions relaxed slightly.

Anson then followed up with another sentence, "I always thought I was targeting Leonardo DiCaprio, but I didn't expect it to be Brad Pitt?"

Pfft.

Rachel laughed directly—

Leonardo relies on his face. That face alone is enough to make countless women fall in love; Brad relies on his body. His truly called-sexy work is still the shirtless boxing scene in "Seven."

In front of her, Anson was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, but he had no shirt on.

Rachel also realized that Anson's words were teasing her for not daring to look directly at him, which made Rachel look up at Anson and look directly at him generously.

"I'm just worried about this scene, you don't need to think too much."

Saying that, Rachel also lowered her eyes and glanced around Anson's upper body.

Anson didn't say anything, deliberately squeezing out his pectoral muscles and biceps like a bodybuilder. Rachel couldn't control herself and burst out laughing.

The awkward and shy atmosphere obviously relaxed.

Anson raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and clarified with a righteous face, "I swear this is not my request, I am innocent, please Miss McAdams be sure to remember this."

Rachel unexpectedly glanced at Anson, deliberately revealing a shy posture, "A little disappointed, I was still expecting you to use your power to ask the director to bring this scene forward."

A counterattack caught Anson off guard.

Looking over, a sly light flashed in Rachel's eyes. She was not prepared to be passively beaten all the time.

Anson was slightly stunned, "Wait, is this a trap? If there are paparazzi taking pictures, remind me, my agent said my right face looks better on camera, although I personally don't have any particular preference."

Rachel also did not expect that Anson would be so cooperative. The two people joked together, their smiles blooming unreservedly, exceptionally bright, and the atmosphere of tension and anxiety had completely disappeared.