Chapter 571 A Disaster
Eric:...
McGee:...
Looking at each other, the smile froze at the corner of the mouth, and the body could not move, as if time had frozen. Usually, even the eyes forget to blink.
In the past, when I saw such a plot in a movie or novel, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It's such a coincidence again. It's really too cliche. Can you change it?
But they often tend to forget that art comes from life. It is precisely because in real life people are often caught saying bad things behind their backs, so such coincidences often occur when creating art.
What's more, no coincidence makes a book. Without these coincidences, how should artistic creation create conflicts?
It’s just that when you actually encounter such a situation in real life, the embarrassment is enough to make your toes curl up to your scalp numb.
Besides, the voice continued.
“Or, I can pretend I didn’t hear anything and nothing happened.”
After saying that, he turned around and left.
He actually...just...went away...
McGee's entire left shoulder was completely stiff and numb, and his brain couldn't keep up with his reaction. He looked at Eric blankly, " He... left?"
Eric reacted at this time, his face full of anxiety, "What now? God, McGee, we also messed up this interview."
McGee took a deep breath and became angry, "He, what big name did he play? I didn't say anything. He just turned around and left to show who. So, what did he want to prove? Prove that he is better than us, we Do you have to kneel down and beg him? He is just... Eric, your eyes are cramped?"
In the middle of the words, Mikey saw Eric winking desperately. The words were interrupted, and the complaints that had already reached his lips stopped. He reacted after a moment, and his throat felt itchy.
"He's standing right behind me, right?"
Eric nodded slightly with an expression on his face as if he saw the Tyrannosaurus rex on the stage.
McGee closed his eyes in despair.
When the teeth are gritted, the heart is broken.
Mikey still turned around and looked over, "Anson, I'm sorry..."
The words were still not able to be spoken -
Today's meeting was indeed a disaster, with accidents happening one after another. , unable to stop at all, all conversations and thoughts became fragmented, words were torn into countless pieces, and they stopped just as soon as they opened their mouths. It seemed difficult to stop the words in the chaos.
This time, it’s because of the person in front of me:
Is this definitely Anson?
A refreshing and simple light blue vertical striped linen shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows; paired with a pair of dark gray overalls and a pair of white canvas shoes. It couldn't be simpler, but you can see the dried paint on the shirt and pants, which is slightly rough. Slightly casual.
A head of golden brown hair just covered her ears, growing wildly and wantonly, wild and unrestrained, and her whole person exuded an unpolished sexiness.
Obviously, this is far from the Anson in people’s minds.
There is absolutely no problem if he is a painter with a distinctive personality.
Is this Anson, who has risen to the top of the Hollywood pyramid with "Spider-Man"? Have they never heard that Anson also paints?
Moreover, painting is not the point. The real point is the temperament, which is restrained and low-key, unrestrained and unrestrained. There is no flamboyance and sharpness of a successful young man, nor is there any condescending arrogance and strength. A simple and pure artist's breath is overwhelming. Come on, it's amazing.
To be honest, it’s hard to believe that this is Anson Wood.
Not only Mikey, but Eric also opened his mouth slightly and completely lost the ability to react.
Before he even had time to speak, the initiative had already fallen into Anson's hands.
Anson showed a smile, "No, there is no need. You are right. I am an ordinary person like you. District 51 should have no interest in me." "In addition, I am very sorry to tell you. , my wrist doesn’t shoot spider silk.”
Poof.
Eric couldn't hold back his laughter.
Anson looked over and took the initiative to extend his right hand, "Nice to meet you. I am Wood, Anson Wood. So, this should be Eric, right?"
Eric - Brace has short hair, a round face with chubby cheeks clearly visible, round eyes, a round nose, and round cheekbones, but his pitted skin appears to be lacking in maintenance.
The whole person exudes a "butcher" temperament. If he were standing in the raw meat section of the supermarket and responsible for cutting meat and bones, it would not feel out of place. However, his eyes are exceptionally clear, leaving a gentle impression on people when they meet him.
Just looking at his appearance, it is hard to imagine that he is a screenwriter who has written philosophical thoughts on fate and life such as "Death is Coming" and "The Butterfly Effect".
This also proves once again that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
Eric held Anson's right hand in a daze, not knowing what to say. He nodded blankly, his eyes completely unable to leave Anson, like a madman.
McGee understands, 100% understands.
Although they have been in Hollywood for nearly ten years and have met many actors one after another, they have never seen a real superstar, and they have no idea what the so-called superstar temperament is.
The temperament exuding from Ansen in front of him was so impactful and oppressive that both of them were a little confused——
It turns out that people and people are really no the same.
Then, Anson turned to look at McGee.
Different from Eric, McGee looks like a non-mainstream otaku, with long golden brown hair and smooth shoulder-length hair that seems to be ready for filming a shampoo commercial; there is a mark on his forehead. There was an obvious pimple, but his beard was carefully taken care of and trimmed.
Obviously, he pays attention to his appearance. All these details are carefully taken care of. Even a dark brown suit with a black shirt and a silver necklace without a tie can be seen that it has been carefully matched with the one next to him. Eric, who was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, was completely different.
However, they are close friends. It should be considered a miracle that they spent seven years together to complete a script without strangling each other.
"So, this is Jonathan, nice to meet you." Anson turned around and looked over.
McGee swallowed and finally found his voice, "McGee."
Anson, "Huh?"
McGee, "I don't like the name Jonathan, so my friends call me McGee, or J-McGee."
Anson raised his chin slightly, "McGee, is there any allusion to this name? ?”
McGee was stunned, because this was the first time someone was curious about his name, “It’s a name from Scotland, and its original meaning is Son of Fire.”
Anson, “Look. Come on, I learned some more knowledge, and the harvest was good."
Anson motioned to the seat, Eric and McGee both nodded, then he opened the seat, sat down, called the waiter, and asked for it. After grabbing a glass of soda and noticing the weird look on his face, he explained, "I'm shaping my image as an actor, and next I should deliberately choose some healthy food like salad. Look, our audition has already begun."
You can pick it up at your fingertips with ease.
The atmosphere is instantly relaxing.
A smile crept up to the corner of his mouth, and Anson continued to take the initiative and get to the point without pausing.
"So, let's talk about actors. So, why do you think I'm suitable for the role of Evan?"
(End of Chapter)