Best Actor

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    However, Sean didn't feel hot at all, and the words Versa said before leaving gave him a bad premonition. Maybe the other party is just intimidating, but maybe... in the case of the information being blocked, no one can analyze the result.

    However, since the other party has been looking for him in private, and he has also tried to coerce him, maybe the final result should be quick, right? Maybe Reese should have been told this before.

    Just as Sean was thinking about this matter, Reese with a gloomy face drove a battery car from the office area: "Sean, come up, hurry up."

    He was greeting from afar, which made Sean's bad feeling even worse, so he honestly got in the car and didn't mention the noon thing.

    Soon, the battery car took him and Reese to the outside of a hut in the office area, just as a middle-aged man was walking out, and immediately showed a helpless expression when he saw Reese.

    “Wait, Phil,” Eric Rees shouted as he got out of the car, “Wait!”

    "Eric..." Philip Rosenthal raised his hands to speak, but was interrupted: "I brought him, if you want, we can People gather again, come to an all-round audition, you might as well look at his performance and then come to a conclusion."

    "Okay, Eric, listen to me," Rosenthal put his hands on Reese's shoulders, "You know, I'm on your side, and I'm sure you can do it Well, those two episodes that you wrote and produced were also very popular after they aired. But, there are more people behind Jeremy, and I have to think about the whole series."

    "So, you're going to give up on me?" Reese's face became very ugly, "You don't even want everyone to judge fairly?"

    "Sorry Eric, I can't change the rules of the game, the producers basically support him, and..." Rosenthal sighed, "Jeremy started from this show. Started as a screenwriter.”

    He didn't say any more, reached out and patted Reese on the shoulder, and walked over to the distance. As for Sean, he didn't even look at it.

    Reese stood there for a long time before suddenly kicking the wheel of the battery car in a rage, and at the same time cursing "fuck" and "fuck". He vented violently like this for several minutes before leaning against the battery car with his head in his arms.

    "Sorry, Mr. Reese." Sean, who had been silent by the side, said so.

    "What's the use of saying sorry! Can you say sorry to make them change their minds! Can you say sorry to make that **** **** pay!" Reese suddenly yelled again, his eyes widening It was red, as if trying to kill someone.

    Although Sean took a step back, he did not show a look of fear, but looked directly into his eyes.

    After a while, Reese, who finally controlled his emotions, sighed and leaned on the battery car again: "Sorry, Sean, it should be me who said sorry... You are very good, you are a good one. Young man, it's my fault to get you involved..."

    He smiled wryly and straightened up: "I'm sorry, it's over."

    Then, Reese was a little swaying, and walked in the direction where Rosenthal left with exhaustion, leaving the battery car alone.

    Sean stood in place and did not move. As early as Rosenthal said the first sentence, he knew that it was not good. Although he was mentally prepared, his heart was completely sinking. to the bottom.

    Why? After all, he couldn't help himself, and when he asked himself this sentence, his drooping hands clenched into fists. Although he kept telling himself in his heart that it was nothing, it was just a failure, and that nothing would necessarily succeed, but the huge sense of loss still hung in his heart.

    It's over like this, what a reconciliation! I haven't done anything yet! Sean, who was in a trance, walked aimlessly, and when he regained his senses, the studio of "Everybody Loves Raymond" was already in sight.

    He quickly rubbed his face a few times, although he was very bored before, but after walking for such a long time, his mentality has somewhat adjusted, no matter what, he always has a mature soul.

    However, just as Sean was packing his things - not much, just a few minutes - an annoying voice sounded in his ear: "Why, are you leaving now? "

    The sarcasm in his tone is unabashed, and there is no doubt that there will be no one but Lyman Vilsa.

    "Don't get me wrong, I didn't come to see you in desperation, I just came to the crew for something - after two days wasted by you, I have to hurry up and make adjustments to catch up with next week's broadcast." Seeing Sean looking over, Versay raised his hands.

    Having said that, but that condescending cold smile is obviously saying: I'm here to see you get out.

    "It seems likely that I won't be able to catch up." Sean replied lightly.

    Wilsa raised an eyebrow, looking a little dissatisfied, as if his calm and counterattack made him very unhappy.

    "It's not up to you, Sean," Vielsa snorted contemptuously, "let's think about yourself—look at what you look like now, if you promise me at noon Proposal, how can it be so pitiful."

    "It's just a failure," Sean replied calmly, "Everyone fails at times."

    "It's just a failure?" Vilsa narrowed his eyes, "It's really touching, although I hate you very much, I hated you from the beginning, but at this moment I still can't help but applaud your persistence . But, unfortunately, it's of no use at all."

    He leaned a little closer and stared at Sean with mocking eyes: "Every year thousands of people come to Hollywood with dreams of fame, they have talent and looks, but unfortunately they can Not even 1 in 10,000 will achieve your goal. You are just one of them or even worse, because you don't even know who you are! What if you persist? You can't change anything, you just keep taking pictures Running around between the sheds, then standing outside the office and waiting for someone else to decide your fate! You will only be taken advantage of and then leave in despair, there is nothing you can do, because you—you are nothing!"

    Sean didn't reply, he knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would only attract more ridicule, so he kept silent and picked up the few things he had - not drinking Finished pure water, two books to relieve boredom, and a coat - strode out.

    "A poor Reservoir dog!" Even far away, Versa's voice could still be heard.

    Clenching his fists, Sean tried his best to hold his chest out, his mouth pursed tightly. It wasn't until he was about to leave the studio area that he turned into the nearby bathroom. After entering the cubicle, closing the door and sitting on the toilet lid, he suddenly pulled up his sleeves and bit his arm hard.

    He was curled up on the toilet, shaking all over, closing his eyes and shaking his head, as if he was biting with all his strength.

    After a long while, Sean breathed and relaxed, let go of his arms and breathed in a big mouth, a row of deep teeth marks on his forearm. After another tens of seconds, after the frantically beating heart finally calmed down, he took a deep breath, stood up and walked out of the cubicle, with his chest straight, looking the same as before, as if... never. was knocked down.

    He came to the parking lot like this, and after finding his old Ford, Sean was stunned, because a guy in a suit was standing next to him and looked like he had been standing there for a long time.

    "Now do you know what the reality is like?" Frederick asked, leaning against his Mercedes-Benz with his arms crossed, his face showing no emotion.

    "It's just a failure," Shawn shrugged, "I won't just admit defeat."

    The agent didn't speak. After watching him open the car door and throw the things in his hand, he stopped him again: "Sean."

    "Huh?" Sean looked up.

    "I'll buy you a drink." He looked at him.

    "I..."

    "Don't go to the bar, I know a good place."

    The dark brown wine bottle drew an arc in the air and flew over. Sean immediately reached out to catch it, bit off the bottle cap, raised his head and took a big mouthful, then let out a long breath.

    "I prefer German stout, the soft malt aroma is very pleasing, but unfortunately there is no more authentic nearby." Frederick also took a sip from the bottle. Having said that, although he was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, his neckline was greatly opened, and his tie was also pulled crookedly. He sat on the hood with one foot on it, throwing the style of a successful person out of the sky. .

    "I still like Budweiser, I like the wheaty aftertaste that comes after drinking it." Sean replied, looking at the city down the mountain, "This place is very good. ."

      . And the huge signboard in Hollywood is on the mountainside thousands of feet in a straight line, facing Sean and the others. It is very conspicuous. It forms a diagonal with the city below the mountain. Beautiful photo.

    "Of course, there was a time when I liked to drive up the slopes here and drink a beer and watch the whole of Hollywood and even the whole of Los Angeles." Frederick said with emotion. , "Then I'll feel at peace, I'll feel exhausted, and I won't be knocked down..."

    When he said these words, his expression was quite subtle: "I used to want to be an actor and a star, and I wanted to stand in front of the spotlight and be embraced by people, but my father told me to do The star is very beautiful, but the people behind the star who push him are the most powerful, so I finally chose to be an agent."

    He took a swig of beer while Sean listened quietly: "I came to Los Angeles in 1986, the same age as you are now, and worked in ICM's mailroom for almost three years, brokerage The mail room of the company can train people very well. Several giants of CAA have worked in the mail room of WMA. My boss, Ali Emmanuel, David Greenblatt, Rick Rosen, etc. Wait, also worked in the mailroom at ICM. Then I worked as an assistant to Ali Emmanuel for two years, god, that was two hell, God knows how much swearing Ali was saying and talking It's about the genitals, a lot of people can't get through it, I got through it, so in '92 I got an official job as an agent."

    He stopped suddenly and looked into the distance for a while before turning to Sean: "You know, why did Sandra Bullock and George Clooney fire me? Not because of I tell them what to do because I tell them not to do it."

    Sean opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

    "So you have to apologize to me." Frederick laughed proudly, as if he had won a game, and Sean couldn't help laughing. At this moment, he suddenly began to like it. he came.