Chapter 183 Implantation of Ideas
Audition, everything went well.
Edgar believes in Anson, his charm and acting temperament as an actor, and he also believes that Anson is the perfect candidate to play Spider-Man.
Now, it is the agent's turn to complete the job.
The brain operates at high speed.
Then, Edgar caught an idea.
“Oh, Laura is now dating Alvin-Sargent, the screenwriter who wrote the screenplay for Robert Redford in 1980 'Ordinary People' won four Oscars including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Adapted Screenplay."
"However, he has not written a script worth mentioning for fifteen years. "
A smile crept onto the corner of Edgar's mouth——
Normally, Edgar's temperament is very gentle and low-key, and he would not even notice it at a glance. He is ordinary. Strangely, it often takes a second or third glance to discover his charm; however, when he smiles, it is like warm jade, blooming with a warm halo.
“These screenwriters and writers always like to gather at the White Horse Tavern in Greenwich Village.”
“It used to be the home of Dylan-Thomas and Jack Kerouac. -Kerouac) is a gathering place for writers. If I remember correctly, Laura and Alvin met at a literary gathering at the White Horse Tavern, and that's when sparks of friction developed."
Although Anson did not. Curious, but Edgar explained anyway.
“Laura and Alvin have collaborated on film projects before, and there were more than one. One was a producer and the other was a screenwriter, but there was nothing special between them. At that time, both of them were in their respective marriages. It was not until both of them were single again that their encounter at the White Horse Tavern unexpectedly allowed them to see each other."
"I need someone trustworthy..."
As he spoke, Edgar ignored Anson and started talking to himself.
Take a deep breath.
Edgar took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Hey, Quinn, it's me, remember the favor you owed me last time? I need to repay it now."
"Yes, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, that's it Three days.”
"Every afternoon during 'happy hour', you go to the White Horse Tavern and look for an old man with gray hair, a skin that you can tell is specially for sunbathing, a wide face and a big nose. He is about seventy to seventy-five years old... ..."
"Yes, I know this is a wide range, but if you pay attention, he may carry a small notebook or computer with him and pretend to be looking for inspiration while drinking beer."
"He. Not a poet, but a screenwriter.”
Ha.
Edgar chuckled, "Yes, screenwriter, pretending to be a literati but actually has nothing to do with poetry and literature."
"Find him, then pretend to chat with your friend, speak louder, and say that your friend recently worked on the crew of Gary Marshall, and I heard that Gary was full of praise for a new actor Anson."
< br>"Yes, Anson. No last name. Emphasis on the newcomers. As for how to praise, you can use it yourself and be as exaggerated as possible."
"Three days. As soon as possible."
"That's all. As long as you can do it, your favor will be wiped out.”
“Waiting for your good news.”
Phone, hang up.
A quick and resolute operation in less than sixty seconds.
Anson looked at Edgar slightly surprised, "How do you guarantee that Alvin will tell Laura?"
Going in a circle, not telling Laura directly, but through the third chapter The three of them awakened Laura through hearsay, and used the information gap to create accidental effects to prevent these old foxes from discovering their behind-the-scenes manipulation——
Just like "Inception", the information is not conveyed directly, but Plant the seed of an idea and wait for the seed to take root and sprout in your subconscious mind.
Finally, when the idea takes shape, Laura will believe that it is her own decision and will not doubt other people. Everything will be very natural. However, if any link in the middle goes wrong, the result may be different.
Edgar was not worried, "Anson, have you ever written a script?"
Anson:...
Edgar, " To write the script, I just sat in front of the computer and couldn't hold back a word for six months. I went to the White Horse Tavern every day and pretended to look for inspiration, but in fact I had no intention at all. All my attention was on eavesdropping in the corner, and then I went home and Don’t want to say that you have gained nothing.”
"So, when communicating with your significant other, you will throw out the gossip and convince yourself that you are not doing nothing all day."
"Do you know how rumors spread in Hollywood?"
< br>"Makeup artist, hairstylist, actor, screenwriter."
"Believe me, Laura will know. Whether she is satisfied with you or not, she will definitely call Gary and ask for his opinion. ”
Professional, really different.
However, this is still not all.
If they only rely on such an action, it means that the initiative is still in Laura's hands, and they still need to strive for the initiative as much as possible.
Edgar thought for a while, "What's Sam's impression of you?"
"Judging from the on-site reactions, he broke the rules at least three times, and curiosity took over. It seems that he is a Positive signal." Anson responded objectively.
Edgar looked at Anson, "I think we still need to sit down and talk with the director. It's not just an audition, but let him feel your personality charm, both as an actor and as an ordinary person."
"Now is different from the morning. The audition is over, so there is no need for us to create a chance encounter, but to attack openly. Do you believe me?"
Switching from conspiracy to conspiracy, the same strategy is used at different times and in different situations , which naturally produces different effects.
Anson nodded in agreement, "Lunch or dinner?"
Succinctly.
Edgar's expression also became positive, "Dinner. In this case, we will issue an invitation openly and I will contact Ian Bryce's assistant."
Before the cell phone in his hand had cooled down, Edgar dialed the phone again to make arrangements.
……
Night falls slowly.
Obviously, New York is different from Los Angeles. In Los Angeles this season, you can still see the sky full of sunset, but in New York the sun has sunk below the horizon, and the whole city is like Atlantis, wrapped in thousands of lights. In the bright light, the nightlife has begun early.
Clang.
Pushing open the glass door, the red lantern-shaped wind chimes rang, and the roar of people rushed towards my face with a heat wave. The waiters coming and going did not stop and looked completely busy; there was no one at the door to help guide us. The lobby manager is completely different from the restaurant culture in New York.
Everything seems casual and free.
Of course, this is not the case for all Chinese restaurants. Most Chinese restaurants in New York adapt to local customs and make some adjustments. Occasionally, there are a small number of restaurants that retain their own customs and characteristics, but are becoming more and more popular. I unexpectedly gained a place in the competition.
That’s it before you.
It's just less than seven o'clock, and there is still at least an hour before the customary dinner time in New York, but the seats in the store are almost full.
Sam Remy huddled quietly at the four-person table in the corner. He looked up at the extremely busy waiters coming and going in front of him but did not dare to speak. The table in front of him was empty, with only a pot of tea. It looked like It's extremely pitiful, but the waiter still didn't notice it.
Then, two figures appeared in front of us, "Good evening, is there anyone in the seats here?"
Fourth update.
(End of this chapter)