From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

For young people, any excuse is good enough to drink—

Like, being thirsty.

They were chattering away, discussing where to celebrate. Some wanted to go straight to a bar, while others thought they should eat dinner first.

It's worth noting that Seth, Chris, Anson, and others in the group were not yet twenty-one and were not allowed to drink.

In fact, some bars allowed them in but not to drink, while others wouldn't even let them cross the threshold; similarly, some bars would turn a blind eye, letting James, the 'adult,' buy the drinks, and the bartender wouldn't be so insensitive as to spoil the fun.

Therefore, the location of the gathering was particularly important.

Then, amidst the noise, James's loud voice could be heard.

"Why not go to '1640'! You can eat, drink, and feast your eyes."

'1640,' a bar that provides special 'dance performances,' is for adults only—

In the literal sense, 'only'.

Chris couldn't help but roll his eyes, "It's not even six o'clock yet, James. Can't you hold on a bit longer?"

James widened his eyes, "What? Is it already five o'clock? And we haven't even taken our seats at '1640' yet? No, no, we must hurry."

Haha, everyone burst into laughter.

Chris looked at Anson with a speechless expression, seeking help.

Anson was about to help Chris out when his Nokia vibrated again. He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and signaled to Chris.

"Hey, this is Anson Wood."

Even Anson himself didn't notice, but a hint of anticipation and trepidation was unintentionally revealed, which Chris immediately caught.

A thought, an association, and Chris immediately had a flash of inspiration, silently mouthing the word, "Audition?"

Anson shrugged slightly, indicating that he wasn't sure—

That being said, from the very beginning, Anson knew that this was an audition he couldn't fail, but winning such an opportunity on his first day after transmigrating still inevitably caused some emotional fluctuations.

So, is the door to Hollywood truly open?

Chris understood.

"Shh, guys, shh!"

Chris gestured and motioned for everyone to be quiet, then whispered again with his mouth.

"Audition."

Immediately, everyone understood.

Even James, who had only removed half of his makeup, leaving him with a two-toned face, quieted down, stopped fooling around, and stared at Anson's movements through the reflection of the makeup mirror.

"Okay, no problem."

"Alright."

However, the information was limited.

In the blink of an eye, the call was over. When Anson turned around, he could see all eyes staring at him like meerkats, instantly creating the effect of a spotlight. He could clearly feel the burning heat of their gazes on his skin, undoubtedly the center of attention.

In fact, the words were already on the tip of his tongue, but they were forcibly blocked by these ravenous eyes. Everyone was even more excited than the person involved.

Involuntarily, a smile quietly crept onto the corner of his mouth.

Then, Anson didn't let the suspense continue to fly.

"I got the role."

Wow!

A chorus of cheers erupted, like a volcanic eruption.

Chris was the first to raise his hands high, cheering loudly, then took a step forward, opened his arms, and rushed towards Anson.

Anson was stunned, waving his hands repeatedly. He was still not used to the American lifestyle and culture, hugging upon meeting and saying 'love' right away. It wasn't his style.

But!

Before he could speak and in the moment he hesitated whether he should give Chris a shoulder throw, Chris had already given Anson a bear hug, Anson looked at James with a face full of despair—

Was no one going to do anything about this?

Fortunately, Chris immediately released his embrace, clenched his fist, and punched Anson's shoulder twice, as if hitting a sandbag, smiling and radiant, his feet already unable to stop jumping in place.

"Good job, bro!"

"Haha, congratulations, congratulations!"

"I knew you could do it. See, I told you, not running into Laura and Natalie was indeed a positive sign."

"Ah, you're going to be on camera!"

Chris couldn't help but rub his hands together. James and Seth also gathered around, as if Anson was the lovable and coveted trophy, wanting to share in the joy even if it didn't belong to them.

James's two-toned face leaned over, "What show?"

Anson, "'Friends'."

The whole place fell silent, looking at each other, dumbfounded.

One second, two seconds.

Ah! Ah ah ah!

Chris clenched his fist and roared at Anson. His expression was as if the Los Angeles Lakers had hit a three-pointer at the buzzer in the NBA Finals to defeat the Celtics and win the championship, his whole body's blood rushing to his head, erupting like a geyser.

Anson fell into contemplation. Should he tell them the secret to his successful audition?

James immediately stuck close, "Anson, Anson, can you take a photo with Jennifer? And tell her that I really like her."

"James, get in line, get in line," Seth shouted, "You shouldn't bother Anson. What if Anson and Jennifer don't have any scenes together? You can't do that."

Saying that, Seth squeezed over, immediately showing a flattering smile, "My request is much simpler. Just make a call when you're on set and let me hear the sounds of the filming."

"Anson, we have to drink at the celebration tonight. How can there be no alcohol?" James only had this one simple thought in his head.

Sam also cheered along from the sidelines, "Party! Party! Party!"

Chattering away, it was quite lively.

Although James and Seth had already taken on regular main roles in TV series, the level of "Freaks and Geeks" simply couldn't compare to "Friends". At this moment, they were even more excited than Anson, the person involved.

Involuntarily, Anson was also infected by this happy and joyful atmosphere.

So, how should one celebrate their eighteenth birthday, with wailing and howling? Or running wild in the streets?

At this moment, moving through the crowd, Anson noticed that Chris, who was jumping and shaking his head vigorously, had also received a call, answering it while jumping.

His expression changed from excitement to astonishment to nervousness—

Anyway, even Captain America's acting skills weren't as delicate and wonderful as what was seen on Chris's face.

A thought flashed through Anson's mind.

"Shh! Guys, shh!"

This time, it was Anson's turn. He kept pressing his hands down to quiet everyone down, then raised his chin to signal towards Chris.

The others were still half a beat slow, their eyes full of question marks, looking at Anson inexplicably.

Anson didn't answer, just stared at Chris with wide eyes.

Anson's own audition had no suspense, so he wasn't nervous, just anticipating; but Chris was different. Judging from his reaction, the situation wasn't good.

The key was that if an audition failed, the casting company wouldn't call or email at all, it would just disappear without a trace. If they called…

So, was this really a call from the casting company?

Anson was clearly more nervous than before.

The crowd looked at Anson's expression. Although they didn't understand why, one by one, they still braked urgently and controlled themselves, looking at Chris with some curiosity, great tension, and bated breath.

Could it be… a double blessing?

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