Chapter 650 Accidentally cutting in line
Poof. Plop.
The heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his throat, which made Brad feel like vomiting.
Brad couldn't help but look up and look around. He had already secretly explored it just as he stood at the door, but it was only after he entered that he could feel the scale of the villa.
Shocking, shocking, jaw-dropping.
He thought he would be envious, jealous, and have all kinds of thoughts, but he didn't. He just fell into deep surprise, and his brain temporarily forgot to move.
Until he saw Anson.
White T-shirt, blue jeans, white canvas shoes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, standing there bright and clear, as if the sunlight falling on his body has become clear and clean.
Anson is still the same Anson, exactly the same as the image in his memory. The success of "Spider-Man" and the attention of the entire Hollywood have not changed much.
However, he was no longer the same person. The absurd thing was that he tried to search his memory, but he couldn't find how he should appear in the memory.
For a brief moment, he wanted to run away and run away; his mind went blank, all thoughts were erased, and he had no idea why he was here, but his body's conditioned reflexes continued to move forward. Looking at Anson's smile, his soul Walked all the way as if out of body.
"Sorry."
From a distance, Brad had only one thought in his mind when he spoke the first sentence.
Anson was a little surprised.
Brad noticed an unfamiliar face behind Anson. He was fully alert, his body tensed, and he watched him closely in a vigilant way.
This made Brad extremely uncomfortable, but he had no time to fret.
Because, he deserves it, and he deserves it.
"Sorry, Anson, I'm not here to cause trouble, I just... Phew, I just want to talk."
"I know... this is an excessive request... I don't have the power...you don't have to..."
"But."
"Please..."
Brad looked very bad. He kept torturing his fingers cautiously and nervously, like a child with ADHD. He was completely unable to stand still quietly, and his whole body revealed a trace of... Feeling uneasy, there was a faint shadow under the eye sockets, echoing the red bloodshot eyes.
It’s hard to describe Brad’s state in just a few words.
Anson exhaled softly, "You look terrible."
Brad gnawed his nails anxiously, "I haven't slept in a week. To be precise, Without a good night’s sleep, I feel like I’m going crazy.”
"Sorry, Anson, sorry, you don't have to listen to me, I just..."
Incoherently, Brad shrank back again.
Anson couldn't bear it.
He knew that Brad had been suffering from alcohol and drugs. Although it had nothing to do with him, he didn't know what Brad had been through in the past six months. He seemed to be able to feel his soul. The deep exhaustion, haggardness and vulnerability leaked out bit by bit.
But there is no way of knowing how much courage it took for Brad to come to Malibu and come to his doorstep.
then.
Anson didn't say much, but gave way and made an invitation gesture, "How about it, would you like to come in and visit?"
Brad rubbed his hands nervously. .
Anson showed a smile, "Chris and James haven't been here yet, you are the first one."
Brad's nose was sore and his mouth was full of bitterness, and he was almost ready. Collapsed, his eyes averted slightly, but after all, he was still unable to squeeze out any words, and he stepped forward cautiously. Anson turned to look at Noah and expressed with his eyes that there was no need to be nervous, "Noah, please give us two Cokes, thank you."
If he doesn't drink alcohol, Brad often chooses Coke -
because of the high sugar content.
Brad was a little nervous and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no...you don't have to treat me as a guest."
Anson smiled but said nothing——
If not a guest, what is it? They're not friends now either.
Brad's eyes darkened and he shifted his gaze hastily.
Anson took Brad for a tour, then left the hall and headed to the backyard along the avenue of palm trees. The gray-blue sea spread out in front of him, and the refreshing sea breeze blew into his face. Open it, and the golden sunlight shines down without any hindrance, as if you can embrace the whole world with open arms.
I couldn’t help but blurt out a sigh.
"God, this house is so beautiful." Brad tried to find a topic, but it was obvious that he was unfamiliar with it.
When they met again, he didn't even know where to focus his eyes.
On the contrary, Ansen looked calm and calm. After all, he had experienced the ups and downs of human relationships in his previous life and had seen all kinds of scenes. This was really nothing.
Anson shrugged lightly, "The real estate tax figures are also very scary, not to mention the daily maintenance. I am starting to worry about going bankrupt now."
The easy joke made Bu Ladd couldn't hold it back and finally found his smile, "Fortunately, there will be a sequel to 'Spider-Man'?"
"Thank God. No matter what others say, those paychecks are true." Anson exaggerated He sighed.
Brad chuckled.
The same goes for Anson, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he paused, "I heard about it, an Oscar project, wow, this is something worth celebrating, so when will it start shooting?"
Although we no longer have contact, Hollywood is a circle the size of a palm, and messages coming back and forth always pass by our ears inadvertently, making it difficult to ignore.
What's more, some major projects have focused attention early. Even if Anson doesn't care, Edgar must keep paying attention.
But, somewhat unexpectedly, Brad became the protagonist of this project——
This summer, a project came into view, with Frank-Marshall serving as producer.
Who is Frank Marshall?
Hollywood's top producer, Steven Spielberg's die-hard partner, "Raiders of the Lost Ark", "Back to the Future", and "The Bourne Supremacy" are all his works as a producer , and this is just the tip of the iceberg. In the past two decades, his works as a producer can be seen in the top ten of the year-end North American box office rankings almost every year.
Reputation, status, connections.
Everything is top of the line in the industry. Any project that can enter Frank's vision often means the absolute guarantee of connections and resources.
In Hollywood, a goal is set at the beginning of every project:
Genre film or art film? Aiming at the three major European film festivals or the Oscars season? If it’s a genre movie, is it a summer release or a holiday release? If it were the Oscars, would the acting department still aim for Best Picture?
And so on and so forth.
A precise positioning can often make the preparation process twice the result with half the effort.
Naturally, many projects have already determined their routes from the beginning. The project prepared by Frank this time is aimed at the Oscar award season.
The reason is simple. This project is adapted from the original novel "Seabiscuit: An American Legend". It is a work with a biographical color and awakens the hope of the Great Depression era. It is really suitable for Oscar.
Frank hopes to create such a project that can easily attract a lot of attention during the preparation stage and become the target of competition for countless actors.
Unexpectedly, Brad Renfro’s name stood out and was firmly tied to this project. Rumors in the industry continued——
Could it belong to Brad? The opportunity has finally come?
(End of this chapter)