From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

When Andrew O'Connell called Anson, Anson was skateboarding, and his phone was in his pants pocket, so he didn't notice the vibration at all.

In his previous life, because his body was weak when he was young, his health had been mediocre, so he developed the habit of daily exercise. Although he was not very good at it, he would try any sport.

It's a pity that he had less and less time later.

Only after truly starting to work did he realize how tired life was.

Time wasn't completely absent; it could always be squeezed out. But the problem was that after finally squeezing out some time, he only wanted to lie down and not move.

Slowly, slowly, the habits he had developed before disappeared, and those hobbies were all sealed in the corner, never to be thought of again.

Thus, life evolved into work, work, work, and even rest couldn't release the pressure. He was tightly bound, unable to breathe, and couldn't seem to find meaning in anything.

After winning a second chance in life, Anson thought that maybe he should pick up the habits he had forgotten, even if not for health, but to try to do what he wanted to do as much as possible, and not waste time.

After all, the current time is all 'stolen'.

Skateboarding had really been a long time, and the joy that he had forgotten was easily awakened, a kind of freedom, as if as long as he pushed harder on the ground, he could spread his wings and fly, passing through his body.

Soon, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body seemed to have been fished out of the water.

Tired, he sat on the ground, gulping down a bottle of mineral water, exhaling a long breath, tired but exceptionally happy.

A smile naturally crept up the corner of his mouth.

A little friend he had just met because of skateboarding came over to say hello. Obviously, they were somewhat distant from the glitz of Hollywood and didn't recognize Anson in front of them at all, but this kind of relationship was simpler and purer.

"We're going to Venice Beach. There's an abandoned residential building that's perfect for skateboarding. What do you think? Do you want to come with us?"

Anson waved his hand, "I've already discharged my electricity today. I'll challenge it next time."

The little friends looked at Anson slumped on the ground and laughed, "Take your time, take your time. Don't worry, no one here will laugh at you."

That's what they said, but their laughter was very presumptuous.

However, there was no malice.

Anson could hear it. He spread his hands and simply lay on the ground, looking like he was lying flat and letting them laugh. This made the little friends laugh even more happily, but one by one they stepped forward and gave Anson a high five before leaving.

The original owner's body actually had good athletic nerves, with good balance, reaction, agility, and explosiveness; but before Anson crossed over, he probably didn't like sports, lacked exercise, and his physical strength bottomed out immediately.

Today, his body was indeed discharged.

If he wanted to continue to break into Hollywood, Anson felt that he needed to exercise. He didn't need to be as strong as Arnold Schwarzenegger or Dwayne Johnson, but exercising his body lines and increasing his agility could open up the possibility of roles.

Buzz. Buzz buzz buzz.

The phone in his pants pocket vibrated again. At this time, Anson noticed the existence of the phone. He took it out and glanced at it, and there were actually two missed calls.

Somewhat surprised.

He pressed the answer button smoothly. Before he could speak, Andrew's long sigh came from the other end of the phone, "Jesus Christ, you finally answered the phone, you strong man. Where did you run off to?"

Anson was still lying on the ground sunbathing, "Wait, who are you?"

Andrew: ...

The smile on the corner of Anson's mouth rose, "Haha, sorry, just kidding. Andrew, I thought the Screen Actors Guild wasn't responsible for other work for actors. You're calling me now, you're not planning to invite me for a drink, are you?"

Andrew said calmly, "Let me tell you, I'm pointing my finger here, the middle one."

"Haha." Anson laughed directly.

Andrew didn't continue to joke with Anson, "I'm just doing my job. To be honest, I've already left you a message on your phone. I've already finished my work. It's none of my business whether you answer the phone or not, but..."

A pause.

Andrew added, "It's also because the casting director has been urging me. God, I really don't know what they're in a hurry for. But since they're so anxious, it means it's a good thing for you."

Anson didn't continue to joke, "Thank you."

As Andrew said, he had finished his work and didn't need to keep track of it. After all, he wasn't Anson's agent, just a member of the Screen Actors Guild; but aside from that, he still did it.

Andrew paused slightly, didn't respond, but directly changed the subject and cut into business, "Marcia Ross, casting director, doesn't know what project it is yet, but she wants you to go to Burbank."

Anson straightened up again, and the first thought that came to his mind was:

Could it be Darren's arrangement?

At the end of the last phone call, Darren left a suspense, which was never revealed.

At first, Anson thought it was about 'GQ' magazine; but specifically what was going on, there was too little information, and Anson couldn't see any reason.

And now?

Although he hasn't confirmed an agent yet, a trial opportunity has appeared?

Of course, Hollywood doesn't lack trial opportunities, including James Franco and Chris Evans. There are trial opportunities every now and then.

Some are found by agents, some are found by themselves going to the Screen Actors Guild, and some are contacted by trial directors after watching their works.

Opportunities are everywhere. This is also the reason why actors generally come to Los Angeles—or New York. Big cities have unlimited possibilities.

But so far, Anson only has one work, 'Friends'. If there is a trial opportunity, the possibility of it coming from Darren is higher.

So, is this Darren's surprise?

"Burbank, where?" Anson asked.

Andrew, "Disney."

A surprise, also a surprise.

Before Anson could answer, Andrew continued to add, "She wants you to go to Burbank immediately. Immediately, that is, right now."

Anson looked down at his sweaty appearance, "So urgent?"

Andrew didn't understand either. Unless there was an accident on the set that required an actor to save the day, there was really no need to rush the trial so much.

Moreover, this is Los Angeles, not New York. The whole rhythm is slower. It's just a trial, and you can make an appointment for another time.

As a result, Marcia had already called him four times.

Andrew was still experienced. He had a guess, "Maybe the trial is not just the trial director, the director or producer is also on site. They may only stay in the city for a day or two, and the only time they can trial is this afternoon."

"But."

"This is just my guess. Only they know what's going on."

The words were thought to be over, but immediately afterwards, Andrew added another sentence.

"Marcia said, this is a main role. Movie, feature film."

Oh, then there is no reason to miss it.

The fourth update.