Chapter 603: Surprise Visit
Quiet, ordinary, everyday.
The vehicles and pedestrians coming and going did not stop at all, nor did they stop to look at the crowd of onlookers. There was no atmosphere of the crew at all.
If you don’t pay attention, you may miss it.
But Anson could still tell that the figures passing by in the school corridors and playgrounds were carrying walkie-talkies, holding schedules or cargo lists, running and communicating, and he knew they were the crew at a glance.
Moreover, it seems that there should be an NG, or the shooting props are wrong, or the director is furious, and the atmosphere on the crew is slightly tense.
"Sorry."
Anson was standing on the side of the road, looking at the situation at the shooting scene ahead, when a voice came from the wind. Subconsciously, Anson thought it was someone asking for an autograph or a photo. Recently, I have developed a conditioned reflex in Los Angeles for a while, but I didn't expect to see a woman pushing a stroller, showing a polite smile and gesturing to the road ahead.
Ansen understood and immediately got out of the way.
“Oh, sorry.”
The other party looked at Anson, showed a smile, nodded gently, said nothing more, and continued to move forward with the stroller, obviously not recognizing Anson——
Now, Anson has a little understanding of why Hollywood Actors always think of themselves as the center of the universe, as if the whole world must know them.
All of this is an illusion created by the Vanity Fair in Los Angeles.
Only when they step out of that palm-sized world can they re-recognize themselves, find humility and simplicity.
This is true of Portland, and so is Vancouver.
It seems that one "Spider-Man" isn't everything.
Anson then stepped forward and walked forward. He could see the security guard holding out his hand to stop him with a serious face.
"Sorry, a movie is being filmed here, and no one else can enter or exit."
This time, Anson was not surprised.
I just noticed that this security guard has been secretly observing Anson. Because no one is around, Anson's figure stands out. He may not be able to play any role after working for most of the day. Now he finally has a chance. , naturally cheering up in high spirits.
Anson was thinking about whether he should call Chris, but before his thoughts started, Anson said calmly.
"Why don't you use the intercom to ask the stage manager or the assistant director."
Take your time and take your time.
Anson naturally exudes a unique temperament from the inside out. Even though he just got out of a taxi instead of taking a private car, he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
The security guard was stunned, and his aura suddenly dropped. He couldn't say the words that were already on the tip of his tongue. He looked at Ansen up and down with suspicion.
Anson was not angry. The person in front of him was just performing his job duties. As for the other person not recognizing Peter Parker, it was not his fault——
Not everyone needs to have watched "Spider-Man" "Even if he is responsible for security at the entrance of the set, it does not mean that he needs to like movies.
On the contrary, Anson thought that the other party had completed his work conscientiously and was worthy of respect. A smile crept up the corner of his mouth, "There is no loss in asking, right?"
The security guard was slightly hesitant, but Anson His expression and demeanor were so convincing that he couldn't help but take out his walkie-talkie and look at Anson again.
"Anson Wood. Come visit Chris Evans."
Anson said.
The security guard paused briefly and picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Mr. Ford, there is an Anson Wood here, who said he came to visit Chris Evans."
"What? Who are you talking about?"
"Anson Wood."
"...Are you sure."
"That's what he said." Then, there was nothing more.
The security guard received no response to his words. He raised his voice and asked two more questions, "Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford?" But there was silence on the other side of the intercom.
The security guard turned the walkie-talkie over and over with confusion on his face, looking like "Is the walkie-talkie malfunctioning?" But before he could figure out the reason, there was an engine sound in his ears. .
ah?
The security guard turned his head following the sound, and then saw a golf cart arriving at high speed, using a difficult drifting technique to stop at the entrance, and Mr. Ford on the intercom appeared.
Security:? What kind of teleportation spell is this?
However.
That Mr. Ford couldn't care anymore and ignored the golf cart at all. He threw the golf cart aside and rushed out as quickly as a gust of wind.
"Mr. Ford..." The security guard's shout was blown away in the wind.
Benjamin-Ford took it for granted that it was a prank, and he was not too hasty, thinking about how to teach the other party a lesson; but when he looked from a distance, he saw the tall and straight man. The figure can attract attention by simply standing there, pressing the accelerator to the bottom, and the golf cart actually drives like a Ferrari.
"Anson, huh huh huh, Anson..."
"Sorry..."
Benjamin was out of breath and tried his best to smile, but he jumped wildly His heart was almost bursting, and he felt like he was lacking oxygen.
On the contrary, Anson looked particularly calm, using his right hand as a metronome to keep pressing down, with a smile on his face, "Calm down, calm down, we still have time, there is no need to rush."
Whoops, whoops.
Benjamin followed Anson's movements and kept adjusting his breathing. His chaotic heartbeat finally calmed down. He swallowed and regained his composure.
However, before Benjamin had time to speak, the security guard had noticed something was wrong, quietly came up to him, and asked anxiously.
"Mr. Ford, what is going on?"
"I, uh, I just..."
Benjamin didn't have time to pay attention to the security guard, "Anson, why did you come to the set? Sorry, we stopped you here. This is our dereliction of duty."
An extreme reaction to an extreme, a treatment from cold winter to midsummer.
Anson laughed dumbly and waved his hand gently, "That's not necessary. I think it's a good thing that Mr. Security Guard did his job conscientiously."
The security guard looked at Anson , exhaled a long breath, "Is that so?"
The anxious expression could not be concealed at all. Anson looked at the other party again, "That's it. So, don't worry, you didn't make a mistake."
Then, Anson looked at Benjamin, "It seems that I should work harder That’s all.”
A small joke warmed up the atmosphere and finally saw the smile again.
Benjamin also relaxed, "If 'Spider-Man' is not enough, I don't know how to continue working hard."
It was just a joke, but he never expected Anson to watch it To the security guard, "What kind of movies do you like?"
The security guard was stunned, "I, I don't watch movies. I just like to watch TV occasionally."
Anson spread his hands, "It seems that I should increase my TV performances in the future."
< br>After coming and going, the whole atmosphere couldn't be more cheerful.
However.
Anson looked at Benjamin, and Benjamin made an invitation gesture knowingly, "Please."
Seeing Anson and Benjamin get on the golf cart and leave straight away, the security guard stayed where he was, looking at their backs, thinking carefully for a while, muttering the name "Anson", and then thinking of "Spider-Man". There was some interest.
(End of this chapter)