Best Actor

    "Tell me, Coleman, what the **** is this?! What the **** is this!" In the alley outside the studio area, although he was full of anger, he still patiently waited for the crew to finish work Sean blocked Coleman Vincent, grabbed the opponent's collar and slammed it against the wall.

    He stared at him fiercely: "Last night you planned to get me drunk from the very beginning, didn't you? You kept instigating me to smoke marijuana, and then called the police to say that I was in that club. Cocaine binge!"

    "I don't know what you're talking about?" Coman struggled, "Let go of me, otherwise..."

    "Otherwise what, call the police?" Shawn shouted, "I treat you as a friend, but you treat me like this? Just for a character, a character with a few lines, is it worth it? ?!"

    "What do you know!" Coman suddenly opened his hand angrily, "What do you know!"

    "It's been almost three **** years since I've been here! No more than ten characters with lines! I've worked so hard to get every opportunity! I'd do anything! I've given so much ! But why is the reward only for this! Why!" Koeman shouted loudly, "I watched all the guys who were also extras, one by one, started to play small roles, but I couldn't catch anything, it was so easy. Got an agent, but can't **** do anything! I want to be famous! I want to be sought after! I don't care what means I use! I don't treat you as a friend at all! Don't be so **** arrogant in front of me!"

    Sean looked at him blankly, unable to believe that he would say these words, so that the other party left in a hurry without stopping.

    "What the **** is going on?" After returning to his car in a trance, Sean murmured, and then slapped the steering wheel violently: "What the **** is going on here!"

    But it still jumped up, flung its limbs and ran to the door, waited for the owner to come in and jumped up, sticking out its tongue to lick the familiar face.

    "Okay, you little guy who never rinses his mouth when he eats, I should be glad that there is no garlic in the dog's food." Sean said with a smile, grabbing its front limbs, but with a smile on his face. A little tired.

    After carrying Polk into the room and sitting down, he was silent for a long time before he said to himself: "Have you ever seen such a person? Just for a man with only a few lines. As a character, you can betray your friends, and you can do whatever you want... I really don't understand, Hollywood and other places are completely two worlds..."

    Sean sighed deeply, the matter is basically clear, obviously, when Koeman said, "As long as you can't play, I can take over", everything has been planned in mind , and then he successfully approached Jordana on the set of "High School", which strengthened his confidence.

    First drag him to a less strict bar in the name of celebratory Over marijuana, it is basically impossible, and Sean is no exception.

    The last thing is to call the police and implicate him in some drug-related cases - this is very simple.

    In short, let him not be able to make it to the crew the next day and smear his image at the same time.

    To be frank, it’s not that Sean hasn’t seen things that frame others in order to achieve his own goals in his previous life, but… is it worth it? It's just a small role, what kind of hatred would make Koman make such a move?

    If the first two are just small tricks, the last one is very serious. Fortunately, Sean was very restrained in high school and didn’t smoke much marijuana. He even fainted last night. I've always refused that thing, otherwise, I'll be questioned by the police, and if I do a urine test or something, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble.

    While that is the worst case, who knows if it will happen? And...that guy should be happy to see it.

    "If Neil and the others found out, they would definitely laugh half to death." Sean sighed again, he seemed to care too much about enjoying the taste of growing up again, and forgot a lot of things behind the head.

    "So, you'd better keep your mouth shut." He grabbed Polk's forelimbs and said in a threatening tone, "Don't let me kill you for knowing too much."

    Unfortunately, the puppy barked twice and turned his head to one side.

    "Why, you dare to laugh at me?" Sean scratched its chin immediately, and the little thing barked twice, jumping to the ground and running away.

    Seeing him wagging his tail and hiding in the corner to peek at himself, Sean's mood finally improved, but only a little. Koeman kept appearing in front of him, especially his almost crazy appearance at the end, which made him unable to get rid of it, and thinking about the words of Frederick's warning made him even more upset for a while.

    "It's crazy." Sean said this, although he wanted to tell himself that this was just a special case and didn't mean anything, but he was still quite frustrated after all.

    Then, there was another quarrel outside the door.

    "Please, Ms. Waters, I promise I will be able to do it in a few days." As soon as the door was opened, such words came from diagonally opposite, eager and frightened.

    "I've heard enough of your promise, either pack up and get out, or I'll call the police!" The landlord's voice sounded impatiently.

    "Please listen to me, Ms. Waters, please listen to me..." the very beautiful woman stood at the door and kept begging, she looked even more haggard.

    Unfortunately, the landlady was unmoved and insisted that she pack her things.

    Sean sighed secretly, feeling a little sympathy and shame at the same time. Before, he had secretly guessed whether the other party was a prostitute because of boredom, but now it seems that with her appearance, if she is a prostitute, she will not worry about the rent at all.

    "Now! Right now!" Waters gave an ultimatum.

    Sean was stunned for two seconds, then turned to look in surprise, but only saw the back of her entering the room. He involuntarily wanted to catch up, but stopped after only two steps, hesitated for a few seconds and chose to wait outside.

      .

    The woman still had her back to Sean, her head lowered, one hand clutching her arm, her body trembling slightly, standing there not knowing what to do. It was obvious that she had nowhere else to go and probably didn't have much money on her.

    "If you have nowhere else to go...then stay with me." After a few minutes of silence, Sean blurted out these words.

    The woman turned her head in surprise, then leaned back, her wet eyes were obviously vigilant, but at the same time it gave me a feeling of pity.

    Sean scratched his head, suddenly embarrassed, he didn't know why he suddenly said that sentence, as if he had been preparing for a long time, it came out naturally.

      So he hurriedly made a "please wait" gesture, turned back into the room, packed some things, grabbed Poker and walked back.

    "Don't worry, I went to the motel, there are washed quilt covers in the simple closet, you can use them, of course, you can also use your own." He threw the key out.

    "Why...why?" the woman asked in surprise and puzzlement.

    "Probably..." Sean was silent for a few seconds, "Because I'm an extra, and I just got robbed of a... extra for the role I already got."

    After he finished speaking, he waved his hand with a wry smile, and went downstairs without turning his head. He knows that he is acting as a hero, and only because of the same or similar encounters, but who hasn't done things out of impulse? Simply act generously.

    This night, Sean tossed and turned in the motel bed, the scenes of the day kept pouring in his mind, the uncompromising Coman, the unacceptable reality, and the desperate woman .

    So, it was almost ten o'clock the next day when he returned to the apartment.

    After knocking on the door, Sean opened his mouth wide, and the small room was cleaned up, almost spotless. It's not that he was sloppy before. No matter his past or present life, he started to clean up his own room at a very young age, but as a man, his housework is definitely not as meticulous as a woman's.

    "I don't have anything else to do, so...I hope I didn't break your things, or break your habits..." The woman who changed into simple clothes explained, but hesitantly .

    "No, it's nothing, it's good, I always clean up." Sean, who understood what she was thinking, said quickly.

    The woman smiled and stood there not knowing what to do, feeling embarrassed for a while.

    "By the way, my name is Sean, I'm from San Francisco." Sean immediately introduced himself again.

    "Yes, I know, Sean Down, I heard it last time." The woman smiled, slightly relieved "My name is Naomi, Naomi Watts, I am Australian."

    "Nice to meet you, Naomi, your... um, your accent is nice, I thought you were British." Sean scratched his head and said curiously.

    "Actually I was born in the UK and moved to Australia with my mother at the age of 14," Naomi explained, followed by a sudden change in the conversation and a whole face, "You are too rash , Sean, don't know me at all, but handed me the apartment keys so rashly, what if I'm a bad guy? What if I'm a liar?"

    Sean was stunned for a few seconds, why does it seem like he is teaching a child a lesson? Is this changing too fast?

    "Wait...wait, how do you know...I mean, do I look like one of those hairy boys who...don't know anything?" he asked in a dissatisfied tone, raising his hands road.

    "Of course, you're not even twenty years old," Naomi was a little rude, but then realized something and became a little embarrassed, "Well...the neighbors told me. "

    Sean first showed a stunned expression, then laughed, and Naomi raised her hand a little embarrassed, so they got along a lot.

    "I'm sure you're not that kind of person," Sean said immediately, "Maybe my opinion may not be accurate, but you should not be."

    He then showed a sly smile again: "Besides, you must have kept information with the landlord, don't you?"

    Naomi also laughed and became more relaxed, until then, the two sat down in the chairs respectively.

    "Thank you, Sean, if not..." After pouring him a glass of water, Naomi took a deep breath.

    "It's nothing, it's just a handshake," Shawn shrugged, "after all...I know that feeling, and maybe I'd have faced that if I hadn't gotten a job as an extra on set situation."

    Seeing the inquisitive look of the other party, he continued to say, from coming to Los Angeles by himself, to doing various temporary jobs to make money, in embarrassment, accidentally bumped into an agent, and then Being an extra, etc., including all the auditions and the betrayal of Koeman, I told the other party.

    "Actually, your agent is right," Naomi was silent for a few seconds and gave a wry smile when Sean asked her for her opinion, "Here, like Keke There are not many things like Man, especially among young actors, for a chance..."

    Speaking of this, she raised her head and looked out the window, her expression became a little dazed: "It has been more than ten years since I started shooting commercials..."