Chapter 94: Love at first glance
Squeak!
The taxi's tires locked up and it stopped. Anson got in quickly.
"Burbank, Disney Studios."
"Trouble, as soon as possible. The sooner the better."
After speaking, Anson patted the back of the driver's seat and signaled the driver to set off.
The driver was an old man with a chubby beer belly and an Adam-Sandler-like honest smile on his face. He did not set off immediately, but glanced at the rearview mirror.
"Audition?"
Anson was a little surprised. He looked down at his dress. He didn't expect that the driver could see it. He smiled, neither admitting nor denying, "We need to speed up. Speed, opportunity waits for no one.”
The driver understands——
Anyway, he firmly believed that Anson was heading to the audition.
Residents living in Los Angeles should know that the City of Angels is full of opportunities, but the competition is equally fierce. No one is irreplaceable. If you look around a little, the opportunity may fall to someone else. Hands, the God of fate will not favor anyone, everything needs to be fought for and controlled by oneself.
The driver showed a naive smile, his face full of kindness, "You'd better put on your seat belt."
Anson blinked his eyes and fastened his seat belt obediently without asking the reason.
Then——
As soon as the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, the taxi jumped out like an arrow. With a sudden movement, Anson's entire back was pressed hard against the back of the seat.
Of course, Anson could have chosen to go home, shower, groom, change clothes, and go to the audition; but he didn't.
The other party is in a hurry, this is the key reason.
Moreover, Anson believes that showing reality is also an important part of auditioning. Some people say that auditioning is like falling in love. You always hope to show your best side in front of the other person; but whether it is auditioning or falling in love, truth is what you seek. The key that fits perfectly, showing yourself bravely is also a kind of charm.
Bang!
With a sudden brake, the taxi stopped accurately on the side of the road. Anson almost flew out, but was restrained by the seat belt and pulled back again.
The driver showed his uneven teeth and said, "We're here."
Anson only had time to say thank you. After paying the fare - including a twenty-dollar tip, he got off the skateboard and slowly After half a beat, I realized that my internal organs were boiling and rolling, my feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, and my knees were shaking slightly.
Is that driver the real-life prototype of "Taxi Express"?
As soon as you turn around, you can see the driver leaning out with a bright smile, "Wish you good luck!"
Without waiting for Anson to respond, the driver put down the handbrake and drove away again.
Anson caught sight, took a deep breath, adjusted slightly, dropped the skateboard, and walked forward on the skateboard, shuttling between studios.
Although this is Disney, just next door to the Warner Bros. photography base, the street scene environment and so on are not completely different. Everything seems familiar, and it feels like I have returned to the audition for "Friends". It's still foggy, just as rushed, and just as full of unknowns.
The difference is, at least this time, he knows what he's doing.
However, others may not be so sure——
The secretary, or assistant, had peeked at Anson for the fifth time. Her eyes were always wandering. She couldn't believe her eyes, especially when they repeatedly landed on Anson's skateboard. She couldn't hide her confusion and astonishment. Just ask directly, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Anson seemed calm.
Then, the sixth time.
This time, Anson deliberately tilted his head and greeted him with wide eyes. The secretary's furtive glance caught Anson's eyes unexpectedly.
"He." He took a breath of cold air.
The corners of Anson's mouth slightly raised, and his eyes flashed with mischief, "Don't worry, I'm not the big bad wolf."
A joke lightened the atmosphere, so much so that the secretary completely forgot about skateboarding. Things happened, and Anson was brought to the door of the office in the blink of an eye. but!
Just when the secretary knocked on the door accurately, the office door opened first. It was very unexpected and sudden. A whirlpool-like air flow surged in. The secretary was obviously startled and went to He took a small step back.
"Karen..."
Marcia had just called, and she was stunned. Then she saw the two figures in front of her. She swallowed the words that followed. Then she noticed that the big boy was slightly forward, staggered half a step, and stretched out his right hand to protect the secretary behind him. action, looking over with clear and bright eyes.
The breeze carries the morning light and greenery towards our faces.
Marcia’s eyes couldn’t help but light up, and she didn’t even need words.
"Ms. Marcia Rose? Good afternoon, I'm Wood, Anson Wood."
It's clear and clear, like a spring breeze.
Marcia didn't have time to think too much and got out of the way, "We were just waiting for you."
Anson nodded with a smile, without explaining the reason for being "late", walked into the office, and then saw Gary Marshall.
Gary was sitting at his desk. The tabletop was filled with photos and resumes. Most of them were Polaroid photos. They were not resume photos carefully taken by the actors themselves, but with film. The grainy Polaroids, at a glance, it is impossible to estimate how many photos there are.
And Gary is like a historian who is studying unearthed cultural relics, wearing reading glasses and a magnifying glass, carefully examining every detail. From the squinting eyes and raised wrinkles, he can see Show his seriousness.
"Gary..."
Marcia called from behind.
Gary did not respond, still studying the Polaroid in his hand.
Marcia hurriedly walked in and motioned for Anson to take a seat across from the desk; but then she noticed that Anson was sweating profusely, his expression was a little hesitant, and he inadvertently showed a little confusion. He clearly looked like he had been scolded. It reached my mouth but I still swallowed it hard.
Marcia doesn’t like sweating profusely. Just now, a face-to-face meeting was regarded as a bonus point, but now it is regarded as a deduction. With each addition and subtraction, the impression begins to waver.
Then, Gary finally looked up and saw Anson.
Wearing a mint green T-shirt with denim shorts, white stockings and dark green skateboard shoes, he is holding a skateboard in his right hand. His whole body is steaming, his cheeks are rosy, and his short hair is wild and flamboyant, recording traces of the wind. Although there is not much sweat on his cheeks, But the sweat stains on his clothes that had not completely dried still reminded the young man that he had just finished exercising.
Youth. Vigorous. A kind of hormonal handsomeness.
There was no apprehension or tension, as if I had no idea what kind of meeting this was.
No restraint, no awkwardness, no care at all about how you dress casually.
The temperament exuding from the inside out catches the eye immediately.
As soon as they met, Gary realized——
It was him.
So clear, so definite, so certain, the inspiration burst out in an instant.
Choosing a character is like this sometimes. Just one glance is enough, and an unstoppable and unsuppressable feeling completely occupies the brain.
The same was true when James Cameron was casting for "Titanic". 20th Century Fox wanted Matthew McConaughey to be the leading actor, but James After falling in love with Leonardo DiCaprio at first glance, and arguing with each other, 20th Century Fox finally fulfilled James' wish.
Facts also proved that James was right.
Gary now has the same instinct that James had when he saw Leonardo.
Fifth update.
(End of this chapter)