Chapter 48 The real surprise
“Ah!”
In the darkness, a scream pierced the sky, tearing apart the tranquility and tearing apart the night. The hot and dazzling golden sunlight burst out like a waterfall. Next, large swaths of gorgeous light squeezed hard into the newly opened eyes, trying to fill every corner of the hazy vision. I couldn't help but feel a stab of pain, and I subconsciously closed my eyes again.
Having a splitting headache.
The earth shook.
But at this time, I couldn't care anymore, because after the heart-rending scream, it fell into silence, a silence with no sound or movement. The effect of the scream in front of me became more and more sudden, panic and uneasiness invaded, and I was choked instantly. Holding his throat, his stress response was immediately activated and he rushed out.
Tata.
A flurry of messy footsteps gathered towards the stairwell from different directions, and then stopped at different locations. With eyes closed, they tried to use their hearing to identify the direction.
“Who!”
Brad roared like a lion. Although he was thin, he exuded a kind of vigilance and vigilance. He grabbed a beer bottle in his hand and put on a posture.
Anson reluctantly opened his eyes and looked down from the second floor. The spiral staircase led to the first floor, leaving a spacious patio with cool air gurgling.
The first thing you can see is the "corpse scattered everywhere" lying in the lobby on the first floor in twos and threes. Apparently they also heard the exclamation, and then you can see some people sitting or standing on the ground and reacting a little bit, but after a while After waiting for a while and not hearing any follow-up, I felt relieved and lay back on the spot again.
That scene, entering the set of "The Walking Dead" in one second, there is no sense of disobedience.
Then James, who grabbed a facial cleanser and used it as a baseball bat, rubbed his eyes and looked up at Anson on the second floor, "Is that that sound, Chris?"
Anson turned to look. Toward Chris's room——
The door is wide open.
What's going on? Did something really happen to Chris?
My head suddenly cleared up. Anson took a deep breath, regained his senses, and without hesitation stepped forward and approached slowly. He lowered his center of gravity, clenched his fists, and got ready for a boxing attack.
But!
As soon as I took a step, a figure jumped out from inside.
Jumping and jumping, he landed firmly, opened his hands and legs, opened them completely, his face was full of excitement, and his whole body exuded a kind of crazy energy.
"Ah!"
Screamed again.
Anson's right leg side kick that he had already started suddenly stopped in the middle of the road——
It was Chris.
The ruthless screaming chicken in front of me is classmate Chris Evans.
With a look of helplessness, Anson retracted his right leg, reached the contact position, looked downstairs, and shook his head at the two friends who were approaching quickly with weapons in hand and lowered their center of gravity.
"Alarm cleared."
James relaxed, took two more steps forward, looked up and scanned, his face was speechless, "Chris, Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you?"
Faced with James who got up in the morning and became irritable, Chris didn't mind at all. He used all his strength to barely control his urge to cheer again, but his slightly trembling voice still betrayed his excitement.
"It's done."
"It's done!"
"Oh, God, it's done, hahaha."
Brad slowly shuffled up to catch up. , seeing that there were still two steps to reach the second floor, he simply gave up and sat down directly.
"What?" Brad didn't know why.
Chris looked at James and Brad, but finally his eyes fell on Anson. After a pause, a smile completely bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
"Anson, it's done."
"The ratings have exploded."
Everyone:...
What's going on?
Why is the whole world spinning?
Why does it feel like there is an alien force in my stomach?
Chris looked at the silence in front of him and couldn't help but become anxious, "'Friends'? Last night's broadcast? Are you some kind of goldfish memory?"
"The ratings results have come out. "It's Anson's first show!" James said "Oh," "It looks like a good result."
That's it?
Chris shook his head repeatedly, "Not bad? More than that!"
"We've completely reached a small peak!"
"Anson!"
"Anson Anson, everyone is talking about you now. God, I strongly suspect that NBC's phone line is going to be blown up by now."
Anson looked at the excited Chris in front of him, "Telephone hotline, what era are we in, seventy?"
A little joke.
But Chris didn't mind.
He rushed back to the room with a whimper, and then rushed out like a whirlwind, constantly waving the newspaper in his hand, just like a newsboy.
"'The Times', today's entertainment headlines!"
"The Times" is an abbreviation.
Throughout North America, everyone assumes that this refers to the "New York Times", and the authority and influence of this newspaper can be seen from the side.
But it’s a little bit special in California, where it means the “Los Angeles Times”, and the residents of the City of Angels also have their own insistence.
Of course, the "Los Angeles Times" also has such capital. It, along with the "Wall Street Journal", "Washington Post" and other newspapers, are among the few media that can rival the "New York Times" in terms of sales volume. Or word of mouth, whether it is authority or influence, they are on the same level.
This time, Anson was half a beat slower, but it was not because of a hangover——
How could he forget that this was the year 2000, and the Internet had not yet fully developed. Not to mention that social networks would become a part of life in the future. Many websites that people were familiar with later were still ready to go.
For example, Rotten Tomatoes, an authoritative website that reflects public ratings, was just established last year and is still in the early stages of development.
For example, TMZ, the Los Angeles website that revolutionized the paparazzi gossip industry, is still missing and did not appear for the first time until 2005.
The Internet is still in its infancy.
Nowadays, people want to know information, want to know gossip, and want to collect information, and the Internet is not the first choice.
This is still an era that belongs to newspapers and magazines.
Paper media is king.
If someone wants to know about entertainment gossip or industry news, "Los Angeles Times", "Vanity Fair", and "Entertainment Weekly" are the best choices.
In the field of professional authority, the status of "Hollywood Reporter" and "Variety Show" in the industry is now even more unshakable, and they have to shoulder the responsibility.
Ratings and box office are no exception, including agents, producers, directors, actors, etc., all must wait for official reports from newspapers.
Chris, flushed, not sure if it was from last night's hangover or emotion, maybe both, read the headlines aloud.
“Guest guest Anson Wood showed his charm and magic, and the ratings rebounded strongly, creating the second highest score in the sixth season——
'Friends' is ready to finish the sixth season Get ready."
Chris rushed forward and showed the newspaper to Anson, "Anson, look, this is your name, just above the title."
< br>The ink has been dried in the sun, and a faint fragrance lingers under the nose. Black lead letters are spread out in front of your eyes. Each letter has no special meaning when separated individually, but after being arranged and combined, it becomes different.
That, is his name.
Originally, Anson didn’t take it to heart. After all, he had experienced the Internet era and could see his name appearing on different pages at any time. The weight and meaning represented by the typeface had also been reflected in the Internet bubble. gradually dissipated.
However, when I really saw my name appearing on the headlines of the entertainment page, it was not a virtual web page, but a real newspaper, or the "Los Angeles Times".
A subtle feeling, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, arises spontaneously.
“…Last night, the latest episode attracted 24 million viewers…”
What!
Twenty-four million!
(End of this chapter)