From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Hilarious, the whole place erupted in laughter.

For the past two weeks, news, afterwords, and various sharing posts about the flash mob activity had been flying everywhere, and people thought they already understood it thoroughly; but only by being in it themselves could they realize that it was a completely different matter.

Dreamlike, half-dreaming and half-awake.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether everything happening before their eyes was a dream or reality.

The only thing they could be sure of was:

Immerse yourself in it, completely, and feel it with every cell.

"Can someone please tell me what exactly is going on here?"

The stage wasn't high, but Anson standing on it was like a giant, the clamor and crowding in front of him spreading out like a vast expanse.

It was just like being at a music festival.

Honestly, Anson's surprise and shock were no less than anyone else's at the scene.

When planning the New York flash mob event, Anson had inquired in detail with the NYU screening event organizers, who generally said that three hundred people would be the limit.

However, there were obviously more than three hundred people in front of him.

He could already count more than a thousand within sight, and any more than that was impossible to count.

Fortunately, Edgar had foreseen this scene in advance and, in conjunction with DreamWorks, Universal Pictures, New York University, and the Lower Manhattan Police Department, had made advance arrangements to ensure the safety of the scene, otherwise the scene would have been even more spectacular.

Amidst the astonishment and shock, Anson also felt a slight excitement—

An adrenaline rush.

The fatigue from the continuous and intensive publicity was swept away, and he perked up again.

Up front.

Travis noticed Anson's small gestures and expressions, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. He nodded, "Conducting."

Anson suddenly understood, "Wow, I never knew news traveled so fast now. It seems I need to be more careful about what I say and do in the future."

Haha.

A burst of laughter.

Along with that, Travis also regained his smile.

As a junior at New York University, Travis had hosted many events, big and small, and was very popular because of his handsome appearance. He was a well-known figure at the school. He had hosted outdoor screenings in Washington Square no less than eighty or a hundred times, and he was already very familiar with it.

As for tonight, there was just one more Anson, which, in Travis's opinion, was nothing special.

Especially seeing the other people in the student organization looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, Travis showed his true colors and didn't panic at all in the face of the big scene.

However.

It was different, it really was different.

Later, in an interview with "The New Yorker", Travis said:

"The situation on the scene was indeed oppressive. Being in it, you could truly feel the gathering of the crowd, a thousand people, two thousand people, those breaths, those gazes, those figures, coming at you from all directions, the emotions of frenzy and happiness evolving into heat waves, almost melting us.

You think you can be calm, you think you can be calm, but the reality is that your heart and your breath have already betrayed your true emotions.

But the real pressure still came from Anson.

When he appears in front of you, without you realizing it and without you being able to control it, the corner of your eye always drifts to where he is; and when he talks to you, he always looks into your eyes sincerely and attentively, as if you are the only important existence in the world at this moment.

Believe me, you can't keep calm, your adrenaline and dopamine all explode.

However, the wonderful thing is that he can make you nervous and excited, but also calm you down, as if everything can be solved."

For example, right now.

Travis unconsciously wiped his palm, only to realize that his palm was covered in sweat. Just the brief two-sentence response just now had already overloaded his heart.

So, the so-called aura is real.

Anson seemed to notice Travis's nervousness. His brain went blank, and he obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm. He turned his head, exchanged a glance with Travis, gave him affirmation with his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

A little affirmation made Travis's heart, which had been curled up into a ball, relax.

Seeing that Travis was unable to control the rhythm, Anson was not in a hurry. He looked at the audience again, "I'm very sorry to interrupt your movie time."

No!

A deafening denial instantly erupted.

Anson shrugged slightly, "Hmph, a little regretful, I thought everyone couldn't wait to see 'Catch Me If You Can'."

No!

Again, it was a denial, but then everyone realized that Anson was deliberately joking, so the shouts were mixed with cheerful laughter.

Anson also showed a smile, "In fact, I was talking about 'Superman'."

"Personally, I really like this movie. Although, from a technical or narrative level, the movie does not conform to the aesthetics of contemporary audiences, I still can't forget the surprise I felt when I first saw this movie. I simply couldn't believe that someone could really fly."

"Of course, now we can see the existence of wires."

Haha, hahaha.

A burst of laughter.

Even Nicholas was no exception.

He knew Anson's ability. Even when facing reporters or Jay Leno, Anson's conversation was always smooth. Now, the transition of a single person was even more effortless; but now, a smile still crept onto his lips.

No wonder Anson had never used a host along the way.

Originally, it was for confidentiality considerations. The fewer staff involved, the lower the possibility of leaking secrets.

Nicholas had an idea that the presence of a host might affect the effectiveness of the event, after all, not many people could keep up with Anson's train of thought.

The young man in front of him was like that.

Travis also realized that he was like a decoration, standing by and not being able to help at all.

In fact, Travis himself didn't want to be an obstacle and affect this surprise event; if necessary, he was willing to leave.

But the most amazing thing about Anson was that he unconsciously focused everyone's attention.

Including Travis's.

Following Anson's words, Travis's brain automatically started to work, and before he realized it, words blurted out, "So, what was your mood when you learned that you were going to cooperate with Steven?"

Once there is a beginning, there will be a follow-up.

"In addition, what was your mood when you learned that Steven was going to film such a serious crime story into a family story and tell it in a light and humorous tone?"