Chapter 480: The Vortex of Fame and Fortune
Brad's eyes were a little flustered and he tried to dodge, but he was worried that he was guilty of committing a crime, so he looked at Anson again and tried to force out a smile.
"Ha."
"Haha. Someone said, you can be a great screenwriter? Anson."
"You think I'm out there alone Is there so much inner drama? Isn’t this Shakespeare?”
"No, the fact that my friends think I'm this kind of person is really sad."
"God, what the hell has Hollywood done to you, Anson, you should look in the mirror. ”
The best defense is offense.
Brad raked back, his face full of sadness, his cheeks reddened by alcohol became more and more excited, and he looked up and down at Anson with a look of disbelief on his face.
Anson thought that he was mature enough and calm enough. He could face it all calmly. He never lost his mind even when he faced Brad head-on. But at this moment, he looked at Brad who was performing in front of him. , a burst of anger broke through the dam and burned in his chest.
"It's precisely because I clearly realized that my friend still chose to be hurt after going through so much inner drama, which is really sad."
"If it was last year, no, to be precise, Even a few months ago, I still wouldn't have thought that way before Hayden suddenly disappeared."
"But now, yeah, I'm getting dark."
"Hey. , welcome to Hollywood, right?”
“So, the one who told me I was wrong, who told me there was too much inner drama, was actually me, who told me I was the one who lost his mind because of Vanity Fair. , please, please, tell me that I am a bastard, that I should not doubt my friends like this, and that even such thoughts are wrong.”
"Quickly, tell me."
This is sincere. Anson really hopes that things can be simpler. He does not want to witness the filth and ugliness he experienced in his previous life again.
Anson looked at Brad, so calm and forthright, waiting quietly.
Brad's words were stuck in his throat, and his eyes struggled slightly. He could clearly see that the hope in Anson's eyes was slowly extinguishing.
“No, that’s not the case.” Brad said hastily, “Everything I said is true. I don’t know the rumors in Century City at all.”
Anson showed a bitter smile, "Who is that producer?"
Brad was stunned, "What?"
Anson, "That producer wants to talk to you about the project , and who is the producer you just left to meet at the Hilton Hotel? He must have a name."
Brad completely froze, "Uh, what?"
Anson didn't speak any more, he just stood there and looked at Brad with a smile.
One look and one movement had pushed Brad into a corner.
Brad tried to argue, "No...I...wait..."
However, none of the words came out of his mouth.
Finally, it turned into a kind of anger, and he became angry. Brad also raised his voice, "No, I won't tell you his name, and I won't let you call him and then destroy it. My chance to audition."
"Haha." Anson smiled angrily, and lightly shrugged, "Why do you think I want to ruin your chance to audition? Have you forgotten, I still encourage you to fight for the opportunity of 'Murder by Numbers'"
Brad: ...
Brad was stunned. He just froze in place. You could clearly see sweat slowly dripping from his forehead, and he didn't even turn his eyes.
The answer seems to be obvious.
“Hell.” Anson couldn’t help but swear. Even if he personally uncovered the scars to peek into the secrets hidden in the shadow of the Vanity Fair spotlight, he still couldn’t control his anger when he was truly confirmed.
“Hell!”
In a rare moment, Anson cursed again. "Brad, you, I...why can't you just be happy for us? You should know how long James and I have been waiting for this opportunity, but you can't do it, you..."
“You don’t want to come to the review party because you are worried that James and I might really succeed.”
Brad finally regained his sense, “No, no, no, this It's a lie. You're lying. I hope you succeed. I also really hope that James can succeed. When you audition for these commercial blockbusters, I have been blessing you and even helping you with the scenes. I have always supported you... "
Anson couldn't stand the aggrieved Brad in front of him anymore, "That's because you don't think the movie can be successful. You are only willing to support it when we are in the same mud as you. We; but when we may be as successful as you, or even more successful than you, things are different.”
"Bloody God."
"Brad, losing Murder by Numbers is not the end of the world. You don't have to curse us all to rot and stink in the ditch with you."< br>
Brad was stuck, alcohol made his brain unable to function, "You, so, you, me, do you think I am a monster? The whole of Hollywood is like this, be realistic, Mr. Naive, you should wake up Wake up, you should realize that this is true."
"Welcome to Hollywood"
"What, are you going to judge me morally? Nothing is wrong. Everyone thinks so, so why not me? ”
This is tantamount to admission.
Finally, the truth was revealed cruelly before our eyes, dripping with blood.
Anson shook his head slightly, feeling a little weak and tired.
"No, Brad, you are right, you did not commit a crime, and I do not have the power to judge you morally. This is Hollywood, cruel and cold-blooded."
"I, uh... …”
Anson let out a long breath, only to feel deep fatigue, dragging his soul slowly down, as if he was drowning.
“I just think we are friends. At least, we can sincerely cheer for each other.”
“But you are right, I was too naive and I should examine myself. ”
At this point, it seems that there is no need to continue.
Anson took a deep breath and smiled again.
"Brad, fame and fortune is not easy. We know it, and you know it too. I just hope that at least we still have some real friends in our lives." Cheering for each other's successes, and being willing to be there for each other when friends encounter setbacks to be the strength to keep going, just like the Bad Boys. Although no one believes in friendship in Hollywood, for God's sake, we are. Real people are not tools or steps. We should be allowed to have unrealistic dreams."
"In fact, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Maybe, it's just me. You just need to digest this reality.”
Anson looked at Brad, but the words seemed to be no longer important, and those gorgeous words all lost their power and became pale and powerless.
The anger, sadness, and bitterness all disappeared, and finally turned into a kind of powerlessness.
“Sorry.”
Anson said.
It was not Brad, but Anson who apologized, maybe he shouldn't have lifted the gorgeous satin, shouldn't have tried to reveal the truth, shouldn't have had hope.
It's his fault.
Turning around, Anson saw Chris standing in a daze at the door of the kitchen.
The air flowed quietly, and the whole world became quiet.
(End of this chapter)