Chapter 159 Flying across the continent
“Excuse me, can you give me a glass of water? Thank you.”
The plane from Los Angeles to New York has entered a smooth flight stage, and Edgar talks about the future in a confident manner. After explaining everything, I just feel my mouth is dry now.
If he were not worried that he might need to get into work after the plane landed, Edgar seemed to be in desperate need of alcohol, and a glass of whiskey would be good.
But Edgar controlled himself——
Business matters.
After adjusting his breathing, Edgar turned his head to look at Anson, his eyes still showing a trace of surprise and admiration.
Just leave, simply and neatly.
No luggage, no belongings, everything is just as Anson said, bring your wallet and keys, and travel light.
Then they headed all the way to Los Angeles International Airport, bought two tickets on the spot, and hurriedly boarded the plane. When they came to their senses, they were already in the air.
Along the way, Anson didn't ask any questions or say anything else, until the two of them sat down in the cabin, waiting for Edgar to start explaining himself.
With great difficulty, Edgar calmed down, organized his words, and told Anson all the truth without reservation.
In fact, Edgar was a little hesitant as to whether he should tell all the details without reservation, including the conspiracies, but he did not hesitate for too long. When facing Anson, the answer seemed to emerge naturally. He knew Anson was so smart and calm that there was really no need to hide the truth.
Moreover, this is his starting point, so naturally he needs to show it well.
After pouring everything in one go, I took advantage of the break to ask for water to adjust my rhythm. I looked back at Anson, and a sense of absurdity came to my mind——
Anson, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, not to mention the suitcase, even the belongings were easily stuffed into the pockets. It looked like he was going out for afternoon tea with friends, but in the end he was sitting with him On the plane, prepare to cross the entire North American continent.
No panic, no rush.
No tension, no anxiety.
Going into battle calmly and comfortably, even more relaxed than the person who initiated everything. This detail alone showed his magnanimity and open-mindedness, and made Edgar's mouth corners rise slightly.
Absurd to the point of absurd, but quite interesting. This is the life he longs to experience as an agent. It is full of excitement and variables, difficulties and opportunities coexist, and he is riding a roller coaster all the time. It depends on who can do it. Take control of the situation.
Involuntarily, the black face of Harry Smith after the meeting came to mind, and Edgar believed that he had made the right move.
Then Edgar met Anson's eyes.
"So, do you have anything to ask?"
Anson has remained patient and focused, never disrupting Edgar's rhythm. He seems passive and is completely overwhelmed by Edgar. Leading the way; but in fact, using stillness to stop and firmly grasp the initiative in the palm of your hand.
At this time, it’s the same.
Anson was not in a hurry, even though there were countless question marks surging in his mind now, and the whole situation and the whole process seemed incredible; but Anson soon realized that those question marks were not important.
There is only one important thing.
"Why me?" Anson asked.
Edgar, "I told you last time because I believe you are special..."
The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, "Intuition?"
Edgar could tell that this wasn't the answer Anson needed.
Sure enough, Anson continued, "The last time you visited my home, it was actually only our second meeting. I believe in your intuition, but I don't believe in Hollywood. Here, no one is "Irreplaceable." "It's not that I'm arrogant, but there are only eight thousand actors in Hollywood like me now. It's one thing for me to believe in myself. Whether you believe it and how you believe it is another matter. "
"Captain Cook, think about your behavior. You won such an important mission for me without notifying me or signing a contract with me. Chance, I think the reason behind it is not that simple.”
In other words, during the second meeting, Anson did not completely believe Edgar from beginning to end.
This also explains why Anson did not sign with William Morris and did not sign with Innovative Artists, nor did he contact Edgar.
Intuition is too illusory. Anyway, it all depends on one mouth. No matter what you say, how can you be trusted before a bond of trust is established?
At the same time, even now, with the opportunity to audition for "Spider-Man" just around the corner, Anson has not been dazzled by joy and remains calm.
Edgar's words were stagnant. Although he was a little frustrated, he thought that his performance in the second meeting was perfect, 95 points if not 100 points. Now it seems that he has not been able to impress Anson at all; But surprisingly, he was not disappointed, but instead liked Anson more and more.
This is a truly intelligent actor.
Being willing to listen to opinions but having your own judgment, being stubborn but willing to be open to breaking out of your comfort zone is not a little cleverness, but a great wisdom.
An actor like this is bound to be a pleasure to work with.
But Edgar also understands that he needs to show his ability to convince the other party.
Perhaps, sincerity is the only key.
The last time they met, Edgar was sincere enough to analyze his own strengths and weaknesses, but that was not enough; so this time, what should he come up with?
Edgar did not immediately answer Anson's words, "Since you were suspicious, why didn't you follow me to the airport without asking questions at home? Aren't you worried that I would kidnap you and sell you to Bangladesh?"
< br>The smile on the corner of Anson's mouth rose completely, "You can try it."
The confidence revealed in his words was not only calm but also determined. Edgar couldn't help but get excited. He believed that if he With evil intentions, he might be the one who helped count the money after being sold.
"Ahem." Edgar cleared his throat and quietly changed the subject, "Can I be honest with you?"
Anson shrugged lightly.
Edgar, "The first time we met in the theater, you were the only person who looked at me squarely."
Anson:?
Edgar continued to explain, "Not just James and Seth, but before that - in fact, also after that until now, I have met countless actors, both senior and just entering the industry. I have seen all kinds of actors, those who are high-spirited, those who are full of expectations, and those who beg when they see the name William Morris."
"But, you are. The only person who communicates with me on an equal footing.”
“You don’t look down on me because I am a junior agent, and you don’t look down on me because of William Morris. In your eyes, I am. You are an agent, an ordinary person who works as an agent. What you appreciate and test is professional skills, which is also the only criterion for judging an agent.”
"Your eyes and your attitude truly treat me as an agent."
Speaking of this, Edgar showed a wry smile.
"In fact, even within William Morris, no one can maintain a truly objective and impartial attitude towards me, you are still the only one."
"I think... "
Edgar's words were a little difficult, but he still took a deep breath, looked up at Anson, and showed himself calmly. Perhaps this was the most critical step.
The fifth update.
(End of this chapter)