Chapter 141 Acting Academy
Nothingness.
Suddenly stopped, emergency braking.
It seemed that I was not mentally prepared yet. The filming work was all over, the crew was disbanded on the spot, and then... there was no more. In the rush, I always felt that a period was missing.
If I just go home like this, it will be as if I still need to get up on time and report to Burbank tomorrow to continue shooting that does not exist at all. The feeling of emptiness will never go away.
The whole project of "Princess Diaries" is like this. It started suddenly and the audition was successful without warning; it ended suddenly, no different from getting off work every day. Is it normal to feel like "an office worker has been fired"?
Anson thought, maybe he should do something, like -
Surfing.
He likes the sea and has always had an inexplicable affection for it. As long as he stares at the sea quietly, even if he does nothing, he just feels the vastness, the infinity, the waves, and the horizon where the sea and the sky meet, and his mind can Be quiet and clear your mind of all thoughts.
He wanted to try surfing, stand on the top of the waves, use his body to hit the depth and magnificence of the ocean, and soar between the wind and the water.
However, every time it stops at imagination and never takes action.
Now is the time, a little impulse, seize the opportunity and turn it into reality.
Looking forward, identifying the direction, trying to find the road to the Santa Monica Pier, inadvertently, I caught a sign in the corner of my eye.
Then.
Ninety seconds later, Anson was already standing in front of the dark brown two-story building, looking up at the neat row of black fonts on the side.
"Los Angeles Academy of the Performing Arts."
Involuntarily, his eyes showed a little excitement, and the feeling of emptiness in his chest was filled in an instant. A kind of eager excitement surged out from the black hole, and his steps and body became lighter.
In the crew, I observed Julie's performance up close. The exchanges, discussions, and thoughts all settled down and finally evolved into something of my own. However, without study and practice, it is still empty.
Originally, it was just an idea, but after seeing this building, it turned into a strong interest. I immediately turned the steering wheel and changed my goal.
Without hesitation, Anson climbed up the stairs, pushed open the dark brown door and went in. The beige and light brown-based log space spread out in front of him. Although it was quiet, he could feel the vitality in the air - —
Some songs, some lines, some laughter, filtered through the soundproof wall, leaked out a little, and surged slightly in the space.
Obviously there is only one corridor in front of me, and practice rooms with closed doors are lined up along the corridor. I can’t see anything inside, but I can still feel the vitality quietly overflowing. Come.
At the front desk, there was a thin young man consulting at this time. He could catch the trivial sounds of the staff explaining different projects. Anson did not rush forward, but sat down next to him and waited patiently.
But I didn’t expect that I had just sat down and before I had time to feel whether the chair was comfortable or whether the sofa was filled with sponge or spring, the inquiry had already been completed and the young man turned around.
“…Thank you, I’ll consider it.”
His eyes still fell on the flyer, and he lowered his head and walked in the direction of Anson.
Looking like he was about to sit down and think about it, the figure rushed straight towards Anson. Anson braked suddenly and took a step to the side to stagger his position. Only then did the other person notice the black shadow flashing in front of his eyes.
"Ah, I'm sorry." He raised his head and looked at Anson. His eyes were very deep and very big, and they stood out even more because of his thin face.
"God, I shouldn't have been distracted, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Not only his words, but also his expressions, his hands stretched out reflexively, as if Anson was some kind of weak person. The glass doll shattered at a touch, and was carefully protected on both sides to protect Anson.
That look makes people laugh.
Originally, it was just a trivial matter, and there was no collision anyway, not even friction. However, such a solemn apology turned out to be a fuss, and the trivial matter became serious, and even the front desk looked over. Anson was a little dumbfounded. He subconsciously glanced at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but want to make a joke. The words just blurted out.
“If an apology is useful, what else do we need the police for?”
The young man was stunned, stood up straight, scratched his head, and showed a shy smile. A little reserved, but not as panicked or frightened as expected, and it seemed that he could hear the ridicule and joking behind Anson's words.
"Yes, it seems to be the case. What should I do?"
Anson was stunned for a moment, with a smile in his eyes and a serious expression on his face, "I need an injury test."
Young man After looking Anson up and down, the smile on his lips could no longer be suppressed. He barely controlled himself and asked in the same serious tone, "Where?"
But before he finished speaking, the smile already bloomed. And crawling up to the corners of my eyes, I still couldn't hold it back, and then I realized that my laughter seemed inappropriate, so I waved my hands repeatedly and said in a sincere tone, "Sorry...haha, sorry..."
Anson was still more skilled. Although he wanted to laugh, he still kept a sad expression on his face and shook his head slightly. "Second injury, mental damages may cost five million US dollars."
If you haven't heard Anson's joke at this point, you might be missing out.
The young man also realized that he had just made a fuss, and the person in front of him was clearly trying to save him, and a slightly embarrassing scene collapsed easily.
"Huh, thank you." The young man took a long breath and patted his chest, "I just recently paid a compensation of 50 million, and I can't get that much cash for the time being. Fortunately, your claim didn't Seven digits."
Anson said, "Hallelujah."
The young man's smile was in full bloom, and he did not continue to joke, but introduced himself. , "Jack."
Anson nodded gently and responded simply, "Anson."
The atmosphere was harmonious.
From stranger to familiar, it only took less than thirty seconds, and the two strangers got to know each other naturally.
Although the young Jack in front of me is not as famous as the Jack in "Titanic", he is also a leader among this group of young actors——
Jack Gillen Jake-Gyllenhaal.
If Anson remembers correctly, Jack has turned twenty this year. He is still young and green, but he is no longer an unknown person.
In fact, Jack was born in an acting family in Los Angeles:
His father is a director, and his mother is a producer and screenwriter - among them, his mother is also famous for his 1988 work "Unlimited Wanted" Nominated for an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay; her sister Maggie-Gyllenhaal is also an actor.
Moreover, Jamie-Lee-Curtis (Jamie-Lee-Curtis), who once starred in "True Lies", is Jack's godmother, and the Paul Newman family are good friends of their family.
Last year, 19-year-old Jack successfully entered the public eye with his outstanding performance in "October Sky" and won a series of nominations for youth awards.
To be honest, Anson was a little surprised to see Jack in the acting academy; but he did not expect that Jack had similar thoughts.
"Why are you here?"
"What are you doing here?"
One after the other, speaking in unison.
Second update.
(End of this chapter)