From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Chris's attention was completely on the phone, oblivious to the movements around him. He continued to plug his left ear with his finger, trying to hear the words on the other end of the line.

Then.

He suddenly covered his mouth with his left hand, using all his strength to control the urge to scream and cheer, but his body couldn't help but jump up.

He nodded vigorously, nodding like crazy.

The entire place was silent.

Anson quickly reminded him, "Speak, Chris, speak."

Chris then realized that they were on the phone, and nodding without speaking would not be understood by the other party. He quickly lowered his left hand and spoke with a full voice, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, "Okay, no problem... Of course, okay, okay, no problem!"

His eager and joyful expression was so real and so vivid.

The call ended in less than twenty seconds.

Chris looked up, his eyes filled with unbelievable astonishment and excitement. He looked around, looking at each of the faces, and finally looked at Anson.

"I got the part."

His voice was distorted because he was too excited.

But who cared?

Anson was the first to clench his fist and raise his arm in a cheer, "Bullseye!"

Chris could no longer control himself, jumping three feet high, using every cell in his body to convey his joy. This was his first role in three years. He had doubted himself countless times, tossed and turned countless times, and tried to give up countless times, but finally, he had waited for his first opportunity.

"Chris, Chris, what's the project?" James had already started wringing his hands, his wretched expression like a fly rubbing its hands, but they all knew:

James was looking for an excuse to raise the stakes, a perfect excuse for an all-night drinking binge.

This year, CBS is once again trying to adapt it into a series.

As soon as he heard this, James immediately perked up, "Oh ho, the first role is a villain, in that case, Chris must treat us, and of course, Anson too. There's no reason not to drink tonight. Listen to me, tonight we must celebrate properly, we shouldn't waste such a wonderful day..."

Seth muttered, "Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, it always ends up with alcohol anyway, right?"

Anson added, "And for James, there are also women."

Boom!

A burst of laughter.

In the midst of the joyful waves, Anson looked at Chris and gave him a smile, "It seems that Laura and Natalie were also captivated by you this time."

"Haha." Chris immediately burst into laughter, raising his hands high, jumping and shouting, "Alcohol! Alcohol!"

Drinking until they drop.

Youth is like that.

Laughing loudly, crying loudly, experiencing great ups and downs, seizing every moment of life, and using all your strength to enjoy and squander it.

Of course, the price is—

A splitting headache.

The morning after a hangover, every step feels like dancing on a knife's edge, feeling what it's like for Sun Wukong to wreak havoc in the Dragon Palace, with the world turned upside down.

But after a simple shower, his body and mind recovered, and he couldn't even remember how many hours he had slept last night, yet he was still full of energy.

So this is what eighteen years old is like.

It had been too long since his own eighteenth birthday, so much so that Anson had forgotten what eighteen years old was like. No wonder James and the others were having so much fun.

The revelry and parties all stayed in yesterday, no, stayed in the early hours of today. When the sun rises, it's a brand new day, continue to be busy.

From yesterday to today, things happened one after another, fulfilling and busy, fresh and vibrant, as if his mental state had also returned to eighteen years old.

In the morning, the cloudless sky appeared clear and bright, without a trace of impurities on the clean sky, so that the horizon extended infinitely into the distance, the world became vast and wide, and the mood also became smooth.

Opening the car window, the breeze gently caressed his face, and the tall palm trees and golden sunlight filled his vision. The fatigue of the hangover disappeared in an instant, and he looked as refreshed as if he had slept for twelve hours last night, without a trace of dark circles under his eyes. Sure enough, youth is capital.

With a turn, the vehicle entered the underground parking lot, and he easily found a parking space, then strode towards the elevator.

This was Anson's first time coming to the Screen Actors Guild.

This building is located on Wilshire Boulevard, not far from the Hayworth Theatre yesterday afternoon. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary office building, and it goes unnoticed when passing by on weekdays, inconspicuous among the regular buildings in Los Angeles.

However, this is the largest actors' organization in North America, and to some extent, it is also one of the cores of Hollywood.

Not all actors have exclusive agents, and not all actors are willing to join the union, but for novice actors, the existence of the union can guarantee their basic rights.

In order to protect the interests of actors and avoid the appearance of unspoken rules, the union will not only send representatives to monitor the audition process of casting companies, but also send public agents to sign contracts for those actors who do not have agents for the time being.

Although this cannot eliminate the existence of unspoken rules, nor can it avoid the dirt and grime of the entire industry, the unequal relationship represented by power can never be completely eliminated; but compared to Hollywood thirty years ago, the entire industry has been standardized, and the individual rights of actors are protected as much as possible.

Darren Star admitted that he was also caught off guard by David Crane's sudden whim, and everything happened too quickly and too suddenly.

Originally, Darren thought that Anson was just playing around and might not be interested after performing once, purely out of curiosity, so he was not in a hurry to arrange it.

What was the result?

Things were like a tornado. If they weren't careful, they would have already arrived in the Land of Oz.

Although Darren immediately asked his lawyer to help review the contract, it was more convenient to sign the contract through the union—

Of course, Darren could immediately find a golden agent for Anson, or his own agent, to temporarily play a cameo role for Anson.

However, the commission of the five major Hollywood agencies is also the highest in the industry, ten percent, and in business, there is no room for negotiation, including his agent, no exception, even close brothers settle accounts clearly.

Moreover, in a hurry, the agent found casually may not be willing to do his best.

Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, Darren believed that this contract should first be completed through the union, anyway, it was just a guest appearance contract for one episode.

After it was over, he would see Anson's wishes. If Anson was prepared to continue playing around, or was genuinely interested, Darren would help to connect him.

So, Anson came.

He should have fallen asleep around four or five o'clock this morning, but before 9:30 in the morning, Anson had already appeared at the Screen Actors Guild—

To sign the contract.

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