Chapter 1193 The sea and the sky are vast
Brad noticed Anson's gaze.
It's not sympathy and pity, but kind care. Just like the song just now, he is waiting quietly not far away, waiting for the night to pass and the dawn to come, and then he smiles:
He's always there.
Anson is still the same Anson, whether it is after the success of "Spider-Man" or now when "Butterfly Effect" is sweeping the box office.
Realizing this, Brad was a little panicked, because his ugliness and distortion were exposed, and he became more and more aware of his own smallness and humbleness.
But at the same time, he was somewhat comforted. He knew how rare it was to be able to meet such friends in a vanity fair like Hollywood.
Unlike before, this time Brad smiled and faced Anson and himself calmly.
"I'm fine, everything is fine."
"Of course, I still dream about what I would be like if I hadn't lost that job, but I'm making peace with it."
"Moreover, I finally understand now that the focus is not on the 'Pentium Era', it has never been on the 'Pentium Era', and it should not be on it."
"It's like an 'elephant'."
"You are right. When choosing works again, you should have a correct mentality. In Hollywood, everyone is eager to succeed, but not everyone can maintain their original aspirations in the whirlpool of Vanity Fair."
Once lost, there may be no recovery.
However, the sky is brighter when you take a step back.
Everyone desires success, and if they work hard for success, they often fail to reach the other side. Take a step back, distance yourself, re-examine yourself, maintain a normal mind, maintain professionalism, and maintain your mentality, but you will be able to see a vast and magical world with opportunities. They emerged one after another.
It's not difficult. It's just that Brad spent a lot of effort and went around and around, and finally found himself.
"So, thinking about it, I realized that I didn't like the script and the characters of 'The Age of Era' at all, and maybe missing out on this project was a good thing."
Slightly incoherent, Brad didn't know how to express himself accurately. The disturbing thoughts continued to surge, and he didn't have time to sort them out. He said whatever came to his mind.
Anson raised his chin slightly, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Really?"
Brad paused for a moment, with a serious face, "No, actually I'm kidding myself."
Haha, the two of them laughed.
But Anson knew what Brad meant.
If he could give up those disturbing obsessions, follow his heart, and re-select works and roles, Brad would actually still have a chance.
Brad does have talent. His naturalness and spirituality in front of the camera are a coveted ability for actors with facial paralysis.
Although Brad has been dragged down by his mediocre Hollywood career over the years, and now he can no longer see the clarity and sunshine of his youth, and will never go back; but from another perspective, these experiences and precipitation can become Another kind of wealth gives the performance a different texture.
In the final analysis, it depends on how Brad digs himself.
In Hollywood, there are countless cases of overnight fame and overnight success, and there are even more cases of people who are like comets that briefly bloom all their energy and then disappear. At the same time, there are also countless people who fell into the abyss and then climbed to the top again to open up a second spring in their careers. few.
Opportunities are always there.
In his previous life, Brad failed to seize the opportunity. After falling into the abyss, he could never find himself again and was completely lost in the endless darkness.
Finally, died young.
However, the most cruel thing is that people remember that Macaulay Culkin, who was once a hit in "Home Alone", later degenerated into a passerby, and people remember that Edward Furlong, who once amazed countless people in "Terminator 2", traveled at the speed of light. The posture disappears. People once remembered Haley Joe Osment as the greasy uncle in "The Sixth Sense" and "Artificial Intelligence", but almost no one remembers Brad Lang who was so awe-inspiring and amazing on the screen. Flo.
So, what about this time?
Looking at Brad in front of him again, Anson had a special feeling. Something seemed to have happened this year. Brad's temperament had quietly changed, and he became open-minded and free and easy after being washed away.
Perhaps, in this time and space, his future has gone off track.
Maybe. The thoughts stayed in his mind for a short time, and then Anson asked.
"So, are you preparing for a new job recently?"
Brad's eyebrows stretched out, and he still looked carefree in his memory, but now he seemed to be a little more relieved after his free and unrestrained temperament.
"Jumping from audition to audition. In fact, this time I came to New York just to audition, God, I drove all the way from Los Angeles."
Anson smiled and said, "Wish you good luck."
After a pause, Anson added, "Director Gus Van Sant is looking for actors for his next film, which will be more experimental than this one. He hopes to do some exploration on the authenticity of the image."
The subtext is that this project may be more alternative and unpopular, but if Brad is interested, he can try to contact Gus.
However, Anson does not force or pull strings——
What he thinks is a good opportunity and a good project may not be for others.
Anson was just sharing a piece of information.
Brad was slightly startled, and it took him a moment to realize what Anson meant.
After a pause, a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, bright and handsome, and in an instant it seemed that he could see Brad's peerless elegance again.
"Thanks, man."
Brad sincerely appreciates it.
On the side, Lucas never let down his guard, staring at Brad with a wolf-like attitude, the murderous look in his eyes refusing to let up.
If there was even the slightest hint of trouble, Lucas might just bite Brad's throat out.
Brad tried his best to ignore it, but it wasn't that simple.
"Then I'll leave first. I'll come out for a cup of coffee another day when I have the opportunity."
Anson, "Coffee?"
Not alcohol, but coffee?
This sentence came out of Brad's mouth, which was particularly strange.
Brad gestured to the badge on his jacket, "I'm very satisfied with my six-month sobriety badge, and I don't plan to go back."
Anson had never been to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting and naturally knew nothing about it, but at this moment he showed an expression of enlightenment and smiled, "Congratulations."
Brad grinned back, puffing out his chest slightly.
It can be seen that he is very proud indeed.
After taking two steps, Brad stopped again and turned to look at Anson. Anson raised his head and looked over with clear eyes, with a hint of questioning light.
Anson is still the same as in his memory.
This made Brad exhale slightly and said in a loud voice, "I'm sorry."
Although he apologized last year, times have changed and his mentality is different. This time Brad can feel relieved to apologize again.
Not only for Anson, but also to say goodbye to myself who was once lost.
"And, thank you."
After saying that, Brad didn't pause again this time. He didn't need Anson to respond. He turned around and took long strides. He raised his head and chest invisibly, slowly merged into the turbulent sea of people, and finally disappeared.
(End of chapter)