From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Watching the door close in front of him, Chris finally reacted, a full one, two, three, four beats late, and hurriedly pounded on the door, shouting loudly.

"Anson, no, you guessed wrong, no, no, the surprise is something else, actually, uh, actually... the surprise is, I'm going to cook tonight."

"That's right, why don't you guess what I'm going to make? Ha, you'll never guess, ha, ha..."

"Anson?"

"Anson!"

Only silence answered Chris.

Chris: ...

He looked up at the sky.

How did things develop to this point?

So, what should he do now? Anson should believe his explanation, right?

But, in order to continue the secret, does he really have to prepare dinner? He's worried he'll blow up the kitchen, wouldn't that be another surprise?

Occasionally, very, very occasionally, Chris also wishes he could be Gordon Ramsay.

However—

"Surprise!"

Brad Renfro, like a rock star, with his long, golden-brown hair, dragged his suitcase, his slender and fragile body swaying, seemingly needing the weight of the suitcase to stay upright and avoid being blown away by the strong Los Angeles wind today.

Then, opening his arms, squinting his eyes, matching Chris's movements, he made a cheerful sound, cheering together, to give Anson a surprise.

But what he saw was the party host's face plastered with a smile, welcoming him in an incredibly exaggerated and greasy manner.

Brad looked stunned, instantly seeing through Anson's exaggerated performance—

Obviously, Anson didn't intend to hide it.

Brad looked towards Chris, "What, you got exposed early?"

Chris's shoulders slumped directly, "I thought I had fooled Anson."

Brad wasn't surprised at all, "I told you, you can't fool that guy, you were definitely exposed. If it were me, there might be a chance."

Anson looked at the suitcase Brad handed over, gestured with the potato chips in his hand, perfectly avoiding it, and stepped aside, making an inviting gesture, "Then next time, shall we give it a try?"

Brad glanced at Anson with a helpless expression, picked up the suitcase himself, and trudged into the door.

Honestly, Brad was really too thin, that suitcase was like an anchor, ready to crush him at any moment.

Seeing that Brad didn't respond to Anson's retort, Chris secretly chuckled beside him, but didn't kick him when he was down, and reached out to take the suitcase, "It doesn't matter if you're exposed, the main thing is the party, party together tonight."

"Hayden will also be here in a while…"

Halfway through the sentence, James came out to greet them from the living room, but he was also lazy, standing at the entrance of the living room, not even bothering to come up the two steps from the living room to the aisle, and teasing with a smile, "Chris, your ability to keep secrets…"

Chris was half a beat late in realizing, raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Ah!"

Anson and Brad both laughed.

Brad looked at Anson, standing on the same side without any sense of disharmony, "It's been two months, Chris is still the same Chris, good, good."

Brad, is roommate number three.

In just two years, Brad starred in three consecutive works, and was named the Newcomer of the Year in 1995 by the Los Angeles professional magazine "The Hollywood Reporter", and was selected for countless lists, becoming a rising star in Hollywood, and even won the opportunity to star in his own leading role.

In 1996, "Sleepers" was another peak in Brad's career. In this star-studded film, he played Brad Pitt's childhood. Although the box office performance was mediocre, the continuous collaboration with big-name directors and actors allowed Brad to climb to new heights.

Brad was widely regarded as the most spiritual and superstar-like rising star after Edward Furlong, who gave an excellent performance in "Terminator 2". His handsome appearance with a hint of righteous and evil vulnerability, and his agile eyes made him feel like a fish in water on the big screen.

However.

In 1998, on the eve of the release of his new film, the police received a report and found a large number of illegal drugs in his home. This negative news also became a fatal blow, after all, Brad was only sixteen years old at the time and had not yet reached adulthood, which was even worse without a guardian.

After that, Brad's Hollywood career suffered a frontal blow.

In the past two years, although there have been sporadic works coming to him, he has gradually moved away from the mainstream Hollywood scene, with more low-budget independent films. Not only has his exposure plummeted, but his income has also been greatly reduced, and he has left his single luxury apartment and joined the ranks of shared housing.

From rise to fall, it was only a short five years, but that is Hollywood.

As of now, Brad is undoubtedly the most famous and successful actor under this roof.

Although in the entertainment industry, overnight fame and fleeting glory are common occurrences, and the return trip between heaven and hell is easier and more frequent than imagined, and the endless stream of newcomers has become a breeding ground for nourishing the bad habit of favoring the new and disliking the old, Brad, who once had a bright future, has fallen to the bottom.

But no one knows when he will make a comeback and re-enter the public eye, and no one can assert whether his career will end here—

John Travolta, Robert Downey Jr., Mickey Rourke, and so on and so forth.

Their careers had all been sentenced to death for various reasons, and they were even prepared to leave Hollywood and formally transform; but in the end, they returned to the public eye in different ways, stood under the spotlight again, and started a different life.

Falling, this is a key word in Hollywood.

Comeback, is also.

Just like now.

Brad has just finished filming a work and returned home after being away for two whole months. Who knows, maybe this work will be a turning point?

Moreover, from Brad's dusty appearance, it can be seen that he should have rushed back in time for the broadcast of "Friends".

It is indeed a surprise.

Although Brad has a past worth boasting about and has worked with a series of top superstars, he doesn't always keep it on his lips. He also gets along well with a group of roommates who are just starting their careers, and has established a purer and simpler friendship.

No wonder Chris is so excited.

After a long journey and full of fatigue, and even before he had time to push his suitcase back to the room, Brad walked to the living room and scanned it.

His eyes quickly passed over the food on the table without stopping, and the focus finally fell on—

"Is this all the alcohol? It's not even enough to rinse my mouth."

"James, you're really disappointing. It would have been one thing if Chris didn't remember this, but you didn't even remind me?"

James lay bonelessly on the sofa, laughing heartlessly, "See, I knew it, Brad would definitely be disgusted."