The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 7 City of Angels
Buzz, buzz buzz——

The roar of the engine continued to hit the eardrums. The vehicle slowly passed under the arcade gate of "Warner Brothers", and the view of the intersection directly in front suddenly widened.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the greenery is abundant. You can vaguely see a blue lake hidden behind the green trees, reflecting the golden sunshine of California.

As soon as I stepped on the accelerator, I could catch a glimpse of the Disney Studios sign at the end of my line of sight, but before I could take a closer look, the soaring speed of the car was already behind me.

The thoughts scattered around had just gathered together. When he turned a corner, he could see the large amusement equipment suspended above the trees. It flashed across the sky with a lot of laughter and screams, and disappeared behind the trees in the blink of an eye. Then it turned into The stream of light disappeared into the hunting wind.

and so……

The one we just passed should be Universal Studios, and the audition place was Burbank, the largest film shooting studio in Los Angeles?

Everything finally became real.

2000, Los Angeles, Hollywood.

Although smartphones have not yet appeared, although streaming media has no trace at all, although social networks are still a professional term in communication, although AI has not yet triggered a new round of discussion frenzy.

But it also means that the film industry has not yet entered the superhero era, and commercial and artistic classics are still waiting for a blowout.

This is the City of Angels.

Opportunities abound.

Maybe, this time he can firmly grasp it and live out his own color.

Press the accelerator to the bottom, and the splendor of California turns into a halo of light flying quickly from the corner of the eye until the traffic flowing in and out blocks the way, and then Anson realizes that he has entered the urban area.

This is the intersection of North Highland Avenue and Hollywood Avenue. If you look to the right, you can see the familiar Chinese Theater standing not far away. But the wonderful thing is that the Kodak Theater/Dolby Theater, which later became known as the Kodak Theater/Dolby Theater, is still in full swing. Busy construction site.

"Hey, cool sports car!"

Whistles, accompanied by laughter and shouts, sounded at traffic light intersections.

Anson glanced at the car navigation system, which was like a heavenly book, and his eyes darkened. Although the car navigation system in 2000 had made great progress, it was still not perfect. The map was completely at the level of a geological survey profile. There were a lot of things marked on a plan. Symbols I don’t understand.

To him, car navigation is not very similar to paper maps but exactly the same.

So, Anson rolled down the window and showed a smile.

"How do I get to Melrose Avenue?"

Brush brush.

The gazes from all around gathered together, and one or two people couldn't help but stand on tiptoes to peer around. Some people looked at the cars, others looked at the people, and the uncontrollable excitement and excitement in their eyes surged.

Anson stuck his head out a little.

"Hey, I'm not Edward, and you're not Vivian."

boom!
A burst of laughter.

Clearly, Anson's words poking fun at the classic "Pretty Woman" trope resonated.

Then, an actor dressed as a scarecrow from "The Wizard of Oz" stood on Hollywood Boulevard and took photos with tourists coming and going. He walked out of the crowd and pointed in the north-south direction.

"Just go south on North Highland Avenue, and in about seven blocks you'll find Melrose."

"Thank you and have a nice day." The vehicle sped away, leaving behind a chirping noise and the roar of the noisy crashing engine. My eyes were still following the figure of the Aston Martin reluctantly.

After entering the urban area, it is impossible to increase the speed of the car. Even if you are not worried about red lights or speeding tickets, the turbulent traffic flow from south to north completely restricts the wings of the sports car. Whether you like it or not, you have to drive slowly like a flower street. Forward.

After looking curiously all the way, the destination finally appeared in sight.

Later, Melrose Avenue became the fashion center of Los Angeles due to the move of numerous trendy brands. Now it is still a unique Gypsy neighborhood with a large number of antique shops, vinyl shops, comic shops and private movie theaters. There is no doubt that it The place became a gathering place for artists.

Passing Melrose Avenue, one block ahead is Anson's residence, a single-family house at the intersection of North Highland Avenue and Oak Avenue.

This two-story villa covering an area of ​​20 units has a front yard with pine trees and a fountain, as well as a small garden covered with ivy. Over the cream-yellow low wall, you can see the lounge chairs and barbecue grill in the garden. .

Typical Spanish-style decoration, blue and red tiles with complex patterns interweave and collide to create a low-key gorgeousness. You can also see mosaic decoration on the dark green windows, a brass statue of a cherub wash basin and a swing with spreading ivy. It is also quietly hidden in a piece of green.

Bright and spacious.

Understated and luxurious.

Unfortunately, this is not Anson's own property, he is just a tenant.

Although this is neither Beverly Hills nor West Hollywood, it is still located in the heart of Los Angeles. The rent of two thousand dollars per month was already an unimaginable price in 2000; however, Anson does not live here alone.

On the first floor, there are two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, dining room, storage room, etc.

On the second floor, there are three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a recreation room.

There are five residents here.

Among them, Anson has exclusive use of the master bedroom on the second floor, the only large room with a private bathroom.

A group of friends with different dreams and goals live together, with the atmosphere of a college fraternity. Looking for their own place in the glitz of Hollywood, they can find another kind of fun.

When I opened the door, I saw a large figure lying motionless on the ground in front of the door, with my right hand supporting my head and my left leg folded. It looked like I was imitating the classic dance posture in Madonna's music video, with her eyes wide open. , with a look of determination to die.

If you don't know why, you may be scared into a cold sweat when you enter, thinking that you have entered the wrong set.

The first reaction to this scene and situation is that it is a medical emergency, or worse, the condition of the body. Calling 911 may not be able to successfully find the correct phone button.

Anson...the same thing.

Shocked!
His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took a step forward and took a quick look. It took him a whole beat to come back to his senses. The familiar memory in the original owner's mind revived, and the reins of reason returned to the palm of his hand. The smile at the corner of his mouth The smile rose helplessly, and he walked straight past the "corpse" in front of him.

"Chris, what, the audition didn't go well?"

Chris Evans, who was lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, did not move his head or body, and continued to maintain his desperate vampire posture, but at least his vocal cords did not forget how to operate, dragging The long coda is full of liveliness and excitement.

"Ah...disaster, a disaster..."

The famous "Captain America" ​​in the future is not that strong yet, but he can already vaguely see the effects of fitness. His face is full of collagen and has a little baby fat. He is wearing a "Star Trek" T-shirt. He is basically The butter boy who just ran away from the set of "American Pie".

This is roommate number one.

　Dear book friends and new entertainment authors, I beg you to collect them! Everyone must not keep books, because the current recommendation position is directly linked to the number of readers. It is not easy for newcomers to the new book period. Qimao sincerely hopes that all book friends will participate in it. Thank you!
　　

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