Chapter 166 Advance Layout
Noisy, crowded, busy.
In the morning in New York, everything is running at ten times the speed. If some people say that the pace of life in Los Angeles is fast, then they should really come to New York to experience the feeling of life at double speed. The eyes are simply too busy.
Of course, the Upper West Side is relatively better, because there are no towering office buildings here, the number of vehicles coming and going has been significantly reduced by half, and leisurely jogging figures can be seen in the field of vision, and the pace has slowed down slightly.
In a daze, I felt a little bit like Los Angeles, but after taking a deep breath of air, I was 100% sure that this was New York——
The oxygen content of the air is obviously insufficient, and a large amount of exhaust gas and carbon dioxide fill the alveoli, sending a warning to the body in the form of insufficient blood supply to the brain.
Squeak.
With a brake, Anson controlled the skateboard, stopped at the traffic light intersection, pulled away slightly, and fell diagonally behind the surging crowd.
A small intersection is crowded with hundreds of people, like a can of sardines. A man wearing an Armani suit talks on his mobile phone while walking through a group of walking dead trying to get to the front of the crowd. There was no commotion until a blond lady with ten centimeters of red hair turned around and glared fiercely. Only then did the man hang up the phone and immediately started chatting with the lady.
The crowd spreading like ripples made the hungover man who was leaning next to the mailbox and squinting his eyes almost unsteady. He staggered and tried to maintain his balance but failed. A flat-sanded wild goose lay on the ground. , a concentric circle was cleared next to it, so that the short-haired girl holding six cups of coffee in the tray suddenly braked and almost knocked over the coffee and everything. The stuffed backpack on her right shoulder was bigger than her.
Seeing this, Anson took action in time to support the short-haired girl.
The short-haired girl raised her head and was about to say thank you, but her voice was immediately swallowed up by the sound of brakes and engines——
The red light turned green.
The crowd at the intersection swept each figure across the crosswalk quickly, and the girl with short hair was no exception. She turned her head and shouted a few words towards Anson, but her voice was swallowed up by the noise around her. Net, the figure also disappeared in the crowd in a blink of an eye, but one could see Armani and Hentiangao completing the exchange of business cards on the sidewalk.
Hoola la.
The green light turned red again.
There was still a small group of people gathered in front of the intersection who had not yet had time to start, including Anson, but before they had time to take a breath, the intersection was overflowing again with the crowds of people arriving from behind.
In an instant, Anson’s memory of being a laborer in his previous life became extremely vivid.
Finally, when the light turned green for the second time, Anson successfully crossed the crosswalk, continued to ride his skateboard, and broke through the dense crowd, leaving the noise and crowds behind, and finally stopped at a coffee shop. .
Dense. turbulent.
After a quick inspection, the surrounding seats were not completely occupied, and the occupancy rate was less than 70%. However, there were a lot of people queuing up for takeout in front of the counter, and the winding queue filled the spacious space opened up by the two side walls facing the street. , a rolling heat wave hits my face.
Anson hung his skateboard on the back of his backpack, freed his hands, then stood at the end of the line and lined up obediently. Only then did he take a serious look.
This is a coffee shop with a very rough and tough style. The exposed pipes and brick walls are not covered up at all, showing traces of the industrial era, but the entire space is decorated in dark red, dark brown and light gray. A sense of layering is outlined, carving out a rare space in crowded Manhattan.
Then, Anson saw Sam Remy——
Sure enough!
Don't look at the series of mistakes Edgar made yesterday, but he still showed his ability in real professional business. He found out the director's whereabouts in less than twelve hours and accurately found his location.
The audition for "Spider-Man" is about to take place this morning. Edgar hopes that Anson can leave an impression on the director in advance; but if it is not a formal meeting through matchmaking, it will seem too deliberate and hungry. I believe that for Sam, he should be used to that routine. A chance encounter, the key is the spontaneity.
Sam, who is already forty years old this year, became famous in 1981 with the low-budget horror movie "The Evil Dead", creating a new genre of horror movies and gaining popularity among niche movie fans. Enjoy a very high reputation.
However, for the past twenty years, Sam has always been on the fringes of niche independent films and has never entered the mainstream. No wonder he encountered opposition when he was chosen as the director of "Spider-Man". If it weren't for Sam's personal extraordinary If he likes the original comic, he probably won’t try his best to get it.
In front of him, Sam looked like a nerd, wearing a dark green T-shirt, with messy dark brown hair. He seemed to go out without arranging it after getting up in the morning. Even the collar of the T-shirt was loose and looked like it had been tortured by the washing machine. Countless times.
He was sitting alone by the window, quietly and alone. Although there was a busy street with people coming and going on his left, he didn't care at all. He stared at his coffee intently, as if he was studying the liquid inside. Whether there is plankton or not, the eyes are almost cross-eyed and isolated from the world around them.
Quietly invisible.
People were coming and going in the coffee shop, but no one noticed Sam's waiting presence. The director was curled up in the corner like an abandoned puppy.
So, how to break the ice?
This director has been working in Hollywood for twenty years. Even if he has not experienced it personally, he should be familiar with those methods. It is not easy to leave a deep impression in front of the director without making a sound.
Maybe——
If you can't achieve your goal quietly and naturally, then why not do the opposite and create some noise, the more lively the better, the more public the better?
Really become the focus of the audience?
While his thoughts were swirling, Anson noticed some movement in the corner.
A figure took the initiative to walk towards Sam. From a distance, he bent slightly to the side and hunched his shoulders, showing the appearance of a curious study. Then he stood up straight, and the surprise could be seen from the back.
"Sam?"
"Are you Sam Remy?"
As he spoke, he looked around, seeming to call for the attention of others around him, but... The hurried New Yorkers didn't care at all. He looked back and looked again, unable to believe his unexpected encounter.
“Sam, I really, really love ‘The Evil Dead’!”
This performance is a bit exaggerated.
Of course, it could also be true that a veteran horror fan discovered Sam Raimi. After all, this is New York, and there is nothing unusual about it.
But!
Anson recognized the man, Scott-Speedman.
According to the latest information provided by Edgar, this gentleman is also one of the alternate actors for "Spider-Man".
It seems that there was more than one actor trying to impress Sam outside the audition office, and that gentleman got there first!
Second update.
(End of this chapter)