From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Sorry, the projector has a slight malfunction. Please give us five minutes, thank you for your understanding."

The organizer came forward to explain the situation, then turned and went back behind the screen.

On the scene, not surprisingly, such a thing was not the first time anyway.

Karen showed a little worry.

"These old movies are all film, right? If there is a problem with the copy, it probably won't be able to play. I hope there is no major problem with the projector."

"Ha, Blair, do you feel like you're traveling through time now? It's like going back to the seventies. Isn't this how people used to be in movie theaters?"

As she spoke, her mood brightened again, temporarily forgetting the irritability and frustration of the night, blending into the surrounding atmosphere, and enjoying the Friday night.

However, Karen did not receive a response.

"Blair?"

Blair seemed a little absent-minded, and only now finally heard Karen's voice, and suddenly woke up, "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just a little absent-minded."

After a pause, "Karen..."

She wanted to say something but stopped.

After Karen looked over, Blair thought about it and waved her hand again and again, indicating "It's nothing, it's nothing." Anyway, it was just her own whims, so there was no need to alarm Karen. Otherwise, if Karen's expectations rose again but fell through again, tonight might really be ruined. She also secretly warned herself not to think too much.

She had just said that Karen was obsessed, but now it seemed that she was just as bad.

Blair took a deep breath and pulled her chaotic thoughts back to the ground.

Karen didn't think much, "You said, if the film can't be played, what should we do?"

Blair let out a long breath, returning to normal, "Maybe they'll just play the third one? Didn't they say that tonight is a four-part Superman marathon?"

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

The figure with the New York Yankees baseball cap appeared again.

"Thank you for your patience. The fault has been fixed, and the screening will begin immediately. However, because the copy is old, there may be some patterns in the beginning. I would like to ask for your understanding in advance, and I hope you like it."

The students were very supportive, clapping and whistling, making it very lively. The student turned around and went behind the big screen in the midst of the noise.

"Blair?"

"Blair..."

The sound came from far to near, and finally Karen simply bumped her friend with her shoulder.

Blair stared blankly at the figure just now, even the back, because the light was dim, she couldn't see the facial features at all, only an outline, but Blair still couldn't bear to look away, completely stunned.

At this time, she finally came back to her senses, Blair looked at Karen, her eyes were full of astonishment and surprise, then shook her head, showing a helpless smile, denying her absurd idea.

"Karen, it's all you, I think that student just now looks like Anson."

Karen was stunned, "Haha, you're obsessed, why blame me?"

Blair nodded, "Yes, right, I also think I seem to be crazy." Blair rubbed her cheeks hard, trying to clear her head, and couldn't help but let out a wail, "God, I really miss Anson, I'm even hallucinating now."

Karen was stunned, following Blair's train of thought, and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, if Anson appeared here, that would be wonderful."

A pause.

"Ha, hahaha." Karen laughed inexplicably.

The others were disturbed.

Blair apologized repeatedly, stopping Karen with her eyes.

Karen covered her mouth, lowered her voice, "I imagined the scene of Anson suddenly appearing, I think the reaction on the scene should be very funny, everyone would be dumbfounded."

Giggle.

Covering her mouth, secretly laughing.

Blair looked helpless, and nudged her friend with her elbow, indicating that the movie was starting.

Despite the slight delay, "Superman 2" started smoothly.

Wait…

Wait!

This picture is not right.

Blair was stunned, her brain crashed and she couldn't react for a while.

Rustling, rustling.

The surrounding area was filled with whispers of astonishment and surprise. Obviously, Blair wasn't the only one who noticed the abnormality, but one or two people couldn't find the answer for the time being, so that Washington Square was filled with a restless atmosphere.

A little slower, Karen also reacted, dumbfounded and speechless, she couldn't make a sound, she just pulled Blair blankly.

Once, then again.

Blair looked at Karen, not realizing that her breathing was becoming rapid, her mouth was dry, "Karen, this is…"

On the big screen, the beginning of the movie being played seems to be, maybe, probably, should not be "Superman 2", but—

"Catch Me If You Can."

Perhaps others are still in a state of confusion, but Blair and Karen have already watched it four times before and after, and are preparing to continue watching it for the fifth time. They know every detail of the movie like the back of their hands, so how could they be mistaken?

A retro, humorous, and fashionable visual style takes the audience back to the sixties, even earlier than "Superman."

Absolutely unmistakable.

But, why?

Her brain completely crashed, losing the ability to think, just staying in place blankly:

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

Why did "Superman 2" become "Catch Me If You Can"?

So is this a screening accident or what?

"Catch Me If You Can" is being shown in theaters, and New York University is actually showing it in Washington Square. Isn't this a violation of the law? So do the audience need to be questioned by the police?

Wait, NYPD? Or FBI?

Thoughts, surging, but without a clue, countless ideas rushed up, and then there was only a blank space left.

Buzz.

A roar on the eardrum.

Then.

The movie started.

At this time, someone finally reacted and asked loudly.

"Did you put the wrong film?"

But there was no response from behind the big screen, as if they were completely unaware of their mistake.

The scene was stunned.

In a daze, someone stood up to protest, and more than one.

"Where's the organizer…"

But before the words could continue, three figures ran out from behind the big screen. The audience thought it was the organizer, but they didn't expect that the three of them stood in front of the screen with their heads held high—

The picture happened to be paused.

Originally, the picture was the part of the guessing game, with three pilots appearing; and now, the three people in front of the big screen happened to block the positions of the three people in the movie, so a mutual text was formed between the front and the back of the screen, breaking the fourth wall, as if the characters in the movie entered reality.

It took a half beat to realize that, suddenly, the three figures in front of the screen were all in pilot uniforms.

Wait, could it be?

"My name is Frank William Abagnale Jr."

The first person spoke.

Blair:…

Karen:…

The audience was silent.

The spotlight came on, and screams and cheers instantly pulled the heart into the clouds, but the next second, I saw the three figures in front of me—

Not Anson.

Maybe they are equally handsome and dashing, maybe they are still youthful and compelling. At a glance, you can tell that they were carefully selected from college students, but they are not Anson.

"My name is Frank William Abagnale Jr."

Three people, one after another.

At this time, I finally saw clearly that it was indeed not Anson.

So, what's going on? What kind of prank is this?