The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 15 Best Actor per Capita
An encore.

Two encores.

Even though the gang of bad guys headed by Judd Apatow are just grains of sand in the Hollywood sea at this time and have not formed a small group for the time being, they can already feel their friendship with each other, and one or two of them are making noises. , was particularly cheering, and the party atmosphere of the encore was heightened.

Until the end of the encore, James and Seth went straight off the stage to thank the audience. The bustling crowd gathered together and the scene was chaotic for a time.

Edgar swims against the current.

No matter what, you are here, and since you choose to stay, you must show your face no matter what, show your presence, and lay the foundation of your connections.

Otherwise, how can you afford the afternoon tea you missed?
In the crowd, a short man squeezed aside by the current of active greetings and politeness attracted Edgar's attention. He happened to be standing next to the young man who had just noticed him. Edgar recalled it carefully——

Sam Levine.

Born in 1982, he is eighteen years old. He is not tall, about 5.4 feet (166 cm). He has an average appearance, some cute and some otaku.

Such actors are not typical handsome men and beautiful women. They may not get the opportunity to star in their entire career, but in fact they are very popular in Hollywood.

Because they are the protagonist's friends, the villain's younger brother, and the heroine's lucky stars. Although they are not brilliant, they are indispensable.

For agents, this does not mean becoming popular but it means stable income. After all, agents’ income comes entirely from their clients’ commissions.

If memory serves me right, Sam has only appeared in one TV show so far, "Freaks and Geeks," but he still doesn't have an agent.

Big-name agents don't like this kind of role at all, but Edgar can give it a try and steadily expand his horizons in this way.

"Green leaves" have always been a very important part of artistic works.

Moreover, Sam was standing with the owner of that line of sight.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Edgar walked towards Sam naturally and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hey, Sam, good afternoon. Today's performance, opposite James Franco, I can tell you've done your research on the character."

Telling lies with open eyes is the first lesson in the basic course for brokers.

Sam was flattered, "Wow, thank you."

Edgar showed a smile, gestured to Sam, and then looked at the figure next to him, "Who is this?" Very good, changing the subject very naturally.

Sam didn't think much about it, "Oh, Anson, this is James' friend."

Anson's eyes showed a hint of a smile, and he took the initiative to extend his right hand, "Anson Wood."

At this time, Edgar finally looked directly at Anson's face, which was tough and handsome, refreshing and sunny. In just one encounter, he left a deep impression on people, "Edgar Cook."

Edgar could feel the meaningfulness in Anson's eyes, but Anson said nothing, and the two exchanged a tacit look.

This is also a wonderful person.

On first impression, Edgar made a judgment.

Then, Edgar looked at Sam again, "Do you have an agent?"

Sam was slightly startled, "No, not yet."

Edgar gently raised his chin and showed a confident smile, "I think we will meet again."

As he spoke, he took out his business card and handed it over.

Sam took the business card and glanced at it, unable to conceal his surprise and excitement, "Oh, you work at William Morris?"

Involuntarily, Sam couldn't help but glance at Edgar one more time——

Low-key, restrained, and calm.

After a quick interview just now, Sam thought Edgar was in his thirties, but now he looked carefully and noticed that he couldn't be more than twenty-five years old at most.

His facial features and skin are obviously very young, but his overall temperament is extremely calm, making him appear mature.

At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. He turned around and forgot about it. He was thrown into the crowd and was swallowed up without a trace in the blink of an eye. But at second glance, he looked slightly different. He had short brown hair, black eyes, and was 5.7 feet (175 cm). ), with a slightly thin body and a particularly gentle temperament. Like warm jade.

Are you sure this is an agent?
Sam was a little unsure.

Bathed in the scrutinizing gaze, Edgar still looked calm, neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing. He gently nodded and said, "You can contact me at any time."

The simple self-promotion was done to the point without appearing too hungry, and then he pretended to be casual, but smoothly turned his head to look at Anson.

"Are you an actor too? Do you have an agent?"

Edgar was slightly nervous——

He thought Anson should already have an agent.

With such good looks, such demeanor, and such temperament, walking in Hollywood but without an agent?

unreasonable.

Anson... After thinking about it, he was not sure either.

But if I remember correctly, Darren said that there was no rush for the agent's matters and he would handle them.

Just when Anson was about to speak, he saw a figure coming towards Edgar behind him. Just as he was about to give a warning, the man had already hit Edgar's shoulder hard.

The collision between shoulder and shoulder was strong and fierce, and it was obviously intentional.

Edgar's attention was entirely on Anson. He didn't have any eyes behind him. He was caught off guard and almost jumped forward.

With an emergency brake, Edgar barely controlled himself. Wenwen's seemingly weak body unexpectedly had good core waist and abdominal strength.

As soon as he turned around, Edgar saw James Franco's careless and cynical face. He moved his shoulder joints and smiled, "You just broke my shoulder at the right time, thank you."

James shook his head repeatedly with a playful smile, "No, no, no, I almost didn't touch it, I just rubbed it a little."

Then, James looked at Anson and Sam and spread his hands, "Or maybe I can't control my power."

As he said that, James squeezed his biceps.

Sam swallowed, unable to hide his worries, and handed over the business card in his hand, "James, you are talking to William Morris' agent."

For young actors like them who were just starting out in their careers, William Morris was the pinnacle of the industry, unattainable.

James was also a little surprised, but he couldn't see the tension or panic at all. He was still laughing and said, "Oh, no, I seem to have said the wrong thing."

"Feel sorry!"

"So, what should I do so that you can forgive me?"

The words were an apology, but the expression was a joke.

James has always been a bold guy.

Anson looked at Edgar. He was a little curious about how Edgar would respond. Would he seize the opportunity to fight back hard?
However, Edgar didn't take it to heart and deliberately showed a serious expression, "For example, if you give me a glass of red wine now, if you don't have it, beer will barely do."

There was a lot of banter, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

The light of swords and shadows came and went, and it seemed that the edge was not felt at all while talking and laughing, and the turbulent undercurrent disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Anson had heard before that life was like a play, and it all depended on acting, especially in Vanity Fair. Now that he came to Hollywood, his eyes were finally opened.

James took the business card from Sam's hand, glanced at it, and shook his head repeatedly, "Sam, dear Sam, don't be fooled by the name William Morris."

"This guy could be a liar."

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