The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 77 Spring returns to the earth
"GQ" magazine?
Obviously, this was an important shoot.

Brad Renfro and James Franco did not get such an opportunity. To be precise, it was difficult to even come close to such an opportunity.

Now, Anson has won the first interview opportunity of his acting career in "GQ"——

Even as a model.

Originally, when Darren told Anson that there would be a magazine interview next, he thought it would be a shoot for a third-tier magazine or a regional magazine. After all, the summer season was approaching, and the value of publicity positions had increased; but this was good, it just allowed him to adapt. Let’s talk about how to take hard photos.

As a result, it was "GQ" at first glance?
This is simply...

awesome!
Anson currently does not have a signed agent, and the agents of the Screen Actors Guild are not responsible for business other than signing contracts. And Anson got the interview opportunity in the name of "Friends", so David Klein came forward and was assisted by his assistant Frank " GQ" and Anson completed communication and scheduling.

Pier 39 Studio.

Located on Melrose Avenue, an abandoned warehouse full of hippie style, with a large number of artist's graffiti painted on the exterior walls, and art exhibitions and painting exhibitions have been held here.

The reason why Anson knew so clearly was because the Pier 39 studio was not far from their residence, a walk of at most six or seven minutes.

Driving is obviously not necessary and the time spent searching for a parking space may be more than ten minutes.

then.

Anson chose a skateboard and rode the wind. After a while, the abandoned warehouse came into view.

According to the memory of the original owner, this should be Pier 39, but Anson came here for the first time. Looking at the ruins covered with graffiti and overgrown with weeds, he was a little unsure. If this was a studio, then he should be lucky that he didn't drive. , because there is no parking lot at all.

Taking a rough look——

Anyway, the pier is not a traditional pier, there is no water and no boats.

Then, Anson noticed the figure at the door, curled up pitifully, squatting at the door smoking with his knees in his arms, a look of despair on his face.

Black T-shirt, black jeans, with a small crew cut, and he was puffing away. His facial features could not be seen clearly, but he could see the fingers holding cigarettes and applying black nail polish. There was a big hole in the jeans, and his knees came out of the gap to gasp. It's like I just ran off the set of "Death Note."

Anson was a little unsure whether this was a homeless person, but he still raised his voice and asked.

"Hey, good morning. Is this the Pier 39 studio?"

Bruce didn't answer.

Ba.

He took another deep puff of cigarette and looked at the figure in front of him carefully:

White T-shirt with solid color graffiti on the front and back; blue denim shorts, white socks and dark blue skate shoes. There are no extra accessories on the body. The golden brown slightly curly short hair is flying freely and casually in the breeze, bathed in the golden sunshine. , the breath of youth and vitality rushes towards your face.

Involuntarily, a professional habit.

Bruce held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hands, used his thumbs and index fingers to form a frame, and started composing the picture using his brain as the film.

Click.

I clicked the shutter in my mind, and a stream of clear water suddenly emerged from the dry and cracked desert of my brain. In an instant, spring returned to the earth, and my thoughts started to work again.

call.

He blew out the cigarette for a long time, blocking his field of view again, but the proportions of the composition in the viewfinder were constantly changing. In the blink of an eye, the changes in the world were already in his mind.

This scene was completely different from what I had imagined.

To be precise, it was far from the Hollywood image Bruce was familiar with. He tried to search his brain memory to find a sample for comparison.

but……

James-Dean?
No.

Still different.

Then. Bruce finally said, "So, you are Anson Wood?"

An Sen raised his eyebrows slightly, and inexplicably remembered the scene of "I call you 'Sun Xingzhe', do you dare to agree?" It was a bit ridiculous, simply inexplicable, but precisely because of this absurdity, he was overflowing with joy, which made An Sen's lips curl up. The smile also rose, but instead of responding directly, he asked rhetorically.

"Who's asking?"

Bruce took a few deep puffs on the cigarette again, and the cigarette butt burned quickly. Then he threw the cigarette butt away and turned towards the studio door.

Leave a shadow behind.

It seems that this is the Pier 39 Studio.

despair.

The soles of his feet landed on the ground, and with one step, the skateboard fell into the palm of his hand. Anson stepped forward and entered the abandoned warehouse in front of him.

Tall and spacious.

This is the first impression when entering the warehouse. The height of more than two floors makes the entire space appear far-reaching. The exposed pipes and mottled brick walls are not decorated in any way, but unexpectedly have the texture of a post-modern ruin. It seems dilapidated and desolate, but it is It's not dilapidated at all, it feels a little special.

From top to bottom, when the sight moves from the vastness above to the bottom, you can see a completely different busy and noisy scene.

curtain. light. camera. Long table. Gantry. More lights. There are people.

Coming and going, criss-crossing.

Order amidst chaos.

Everyone is busy, with their feet never touching the ground. There is a rush and busy atmosphere in the air, and it is impossible to see.

The emptiness of the upper level contrasts sharply with the turbulence of the lower level.

A smiling face greets him. He wears a white shirt with a gray suit. His long red hair is tied into a high ponytail, showing a bit of sophistication. A touch of dark red lipstick makes him appear calmer, but no one will miss those ten-year-old pair. cm burgundy high heels, stealing all the attention.

tread. tread. tread.

You can feel the collision of the heels with the ground with every step, and the dust is flying, just like Hansel and Gretel leaving breadcrumbs along the way.

"Good morning, Anson, I'm Gretel."

Gretel-Winfield smiled politely and extended her right hand.

Anson:? ? ?
Gretel noticed the surprise and smile in Anson's eyes and wondered why, "What's wrong?"

Anson didn't hide anything, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I noticed that your high heels left marks along the way, like bread crumbs."

Gretel also reacted immediately, and chuckled softly, "Because of the name, many people have made jokes since I was in school. I have actually heard a lot of all kinds of jokes, but I have to say, This is the first time, should I be glad that I chose high heels today?”

Anson's face was serious, "I am the one who should be lucky."

Gretel didn't know why.

Anson, "Otherwise, I'd probably be a greasy guy who thinks he's funny but is just repeating a joke that's been told a thousand and one times but isn't funny at all," and then you have to look awkward without being rude. A smile to complete the pleasantries, it’s a bad start.”

"God, I'm so glad I dodged a bullet."

Surprisingly...there is such a way to open it.

Gretel was stunned for a moment. Before she realized it, a smile had already appeared on her eyebrows, her whole face was completely blooming, and her mood instantly brightened.

However, before Gretel could continue to speak, the call from the man in the black T-shirt came from behind her—that is, in front of Anson.

"Gretel, now is not the time for flirting. Change clothes, make up, style, tick tick tick, we don't have all day to relax here."

　The eighth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)