From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“Cooperation is a pleasure.”

Melvin looked at the right hand Anson placed in front of him, slightly stunned—

He thought he was still hesitating, he thought he didn't care.

But in fact, when it really came to this point, he was so excited that he didn't know what to do.

So, it's settled just like that?

Just as he was in a brief daze, a voice exploded from the side, "I'm not convinced. I need an explanation."

It was Sam.

Sam's cheeks were slightly flushed, his sparkling eyes were full of disbelief, anger was burning, and he stared directly into Anson's eyes with a stubborn and bold expression.

Edgar frowned, and without waiting for Anson to respond, he said, "We don't need to explain to you."

Sam choked.

Edgar didn't give him any face, "You have the right to protest, you have the right to speculate, but we have no obligation to explain our decisions to you."

Those decisive words were not rude or abusive, but they were not far from it, just short of saying "Who do you think you are?"

Sam was like a boiled shrimp, his cheeks flushed red, and he looked like he might explode in the next second.

Anson seriously considered whether he should step back a little to make room, to avoid getting blood on him, as the clothes would be difficult to wash.

Hesitating, Anson still controlled himself, "The belt you chose…"

One sentence attracted all the attention, including Sam.

Anson didn't pause, "It's terrible."

"Sorry, dashing doesn't equal cheap. If you want to satirize me as a pretty boy, please be precise. Don't let others misunderstand me as a gigolo."

"If Hedi Slimane saw this snakeskin belt, he would probably set the whole outfit on fire."

Melvin: Pfft.

Sorry, Melvin really didn't mean to. He endured and endured, but in the end, he couldn't hold back—

Anson is indeed a character. It's advanced enough to curse without using dirty words, and he maintains a smile throughout, with an expression of objective analysis and professional evaluation, but he says such cruel and fierce words, stabbing Sam's heart fatally, definitely a master of killing without bloodshed.

Look at Sam, whose cheeks were flushed red the second before, and the next second, the color faded like a blank sheet of paper.

But Melvin also realized his gaffe and quickly controlled the corners of his mouth, returning to calm.

Edgar looked at Anson with a slightly helpless expression.

Originally, Edgar wanted to say that there was really no need to respond. With Anson's current position, he didn't need to care about such a character, even if he spread some rumors behind his back. After all, when one becomes famous, there are bound to be controversies, even if Anson is well-behaved and quiet, the tree still wants to be quiet, but the wind won't stop.

After speaking, Anson shrugged slightly and said modestly.

"At least, that's my aesthetic."

Melvin's eyes lit up. Changing an accessory completely changed the style of the whole outfit, understated yet flamboyant, bold and interesting.

As expected, there was a reason why Anson could lead the fashion trend—

If others want to fool or manipulate Anson, they might end up shooting themselves in the foot if they are not careful.

Now, Melvin finally understood Eddie's meaning. If you really think Anson is a good-looking but useless pretty boy, you will only suffer.

On the other side, Edgar looked at Sam, who was pale, lost, swaying, and almost unable to stand, and instead wanted to stop Anson:

It's not good to bully a defenseless baby.

Edgar glanced at Anson, who looked innocent: How could I know he was so fragile.

Anson said with a serious face, "Don't take it to heart. Not everyone is suitable for this job."

Sam stared at Anson with wide eyes, and finally couldn't control himself and broke down.

When Melvin and the others left together, Sam, looking lost, could barely stand straight, and seemed like he might fall apart in the next second.

Standing at the door, Melvin tried to care about Sam, not in the posture of a victor, but because Sam's face was really scary.

However, Sam didn't need it, and didn't want to stay for even a second, hurriedly turned and left, because his knees were weak, his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain, and he actually stepped on air on flat ground, and the whole person flew out in a face-plant position.

Melvin and another gentleman were directly stunned.

Just as they were hesitating whether they should call an ambulance, Sam stood up with lightning speed, opened the car door, entered the driver's seat, and drove away, a series of actions completed in one go, without even having time to blink, and the car had already disappeared into the busy afternoon traffic of Los Angeles.

This…

Melvin and the gentleman looked at each other.

The gentleman was the first to react and extended his right hand to Melvin, "Today's styling was excellent. I learned a good lesson. I am completely convinced that I lost. I look forward to your work in the next period of time."

The generous attitude made Melvin a little shy, and he shook the other party's right hand with restraint, "I look forward to meeting you again in the future."

The gentleman didn't stay any longer and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

Melvin stood in place, his thoughts surging, and he was still a little dazed, still unable to believe that things had happened like this.

Looking ahead, Melvin seemed to see Anson playing football again, his smile blooming under the sunlight.

He felt like he had opened the door to a whole new world, and the job of a personal stylist might not be so simple.

The first step, the "Catch Me If You Can" premiere.

…

Melvin has always been confident. He believes in his abilities and talents, and he also believes that he will be able to open up a world with his strength sooner or later.

Therefore, Melvin was full of confidence in the "Catch Me If You Can" premiere. He believed that the styling he created for Anson would shine, even if he was under great pressure—

After all, at the "Princess Diaries" and "Spider-Man" premieres, Anson was really too outstanding, laying the foundation for Anson's fashion image in one fell swoop; and both times it was Dior.

Naturally, when Anson broke this routine and appeared in a brand new image at the "Catch Me If You Can" premiere, the pressure was unimaginable.

However, Melvin had confidence. In himself, and in Anson.

However!

Even with full confidence, when Melvin really saw Anson stepping onto the premiere red carpet and appearing at the entrance of the Chinese Theatre, Melvin was still shocked.

To be more precise, it should be the reaction of the on-site media and fans. The rolling heat wave, like the scorching summer, broke through the shackles of winter and vented out. In an instant, the entire Hollywood Boulevard fell into madness, shock, praise, screams, pouring down like a landslide, and the scene was once on the verge of losing control.

Melvin couldn't help but doubt his eyes, and was almost choked by his own saliva, which made him feel like a newbie who had never seen the world—

Of course, he was a newbie.

December 24, 2002, Christmas Eve, the "Catch Me If You Can" premiere was held at the Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles, and Anson's moment of glory officially arrived.