Whether it's James or Seth, they're both the type who have a big playful side.
Seth didn't understand the cause and effect, but that didn't stop him from joining the pranks.
Seth looked at the "villain" with a serious expression, and spoke to the only unfamiliar face, Edgar, straightening his back and making a gesture as if sprinkling salt on the devil.
"Retreat!"
"Get out of here, you shouldn't be trying to fool my brothers."
Immediately afterwards, Seth made a bizarre combination of standing on one leg with his upper body striking with a snake-like punch, his balance unsteady and wobbly.
Having just turned the tide, Edgar found himself surrounded again, leaving him feeling powerless.
However, Edgar remained calm.
Not only did he not, but he also smiled and echoed Seth's words, saying, "Hollywood is hell. Instead of expecting superheroes to save you from your misery, you'd be better off fighting alongside supervillains to carve a bloody path out of the city. Believe me, Hollywood no longer believes in kindness and justice."
wonderful.
It's wonderful beyond words.
It must be said that Edgar was indeed a remarkable person.
Amidst the slightly shifty glances of the crowd, Edgar once again pulled the business card from his shirt pocket. "Whether to sign or not, the final decision rests with the actor. If the actor is unwilling, no one can force them; but having more options is never a bad thing, don't you think?"
Edgar handed his business card to Sam.
He was observing Anson's expression, but judging from all the signs, Anson probably already had an agent, and the current situation was not good, so there was no need for him to make trouble for himself.
So Edgar looked at Sam.
But Sam didn't move.
The air was slightly quiet.
The surroundings were still noisy, and the sounds of Judd Apatow and his friends laughing could still be heard, but the small circle in front of them fell into a brief silence.
The scene resembled a game of "Red Light, Green Light," where everyone was watching each other's expressions, but no one was willing to break the deadlock.
Sam was actually somewhat tempted. His eyes darted quickly between the different faces and the business cards in front of him, and he involuntarily tensed up, not even noticing his multiple chins. But in the end, he didn't reach out.
Edgar was somewhat disappointed.
But to be honest, it's not surprising.
Agents choose actors, and actors also choose agents. It's a two-way selection process. If you want to find the right partner, you need to keep trying and making mistakes.
The fairytale of an actor and an agent working together throughout their careers is practically nonexistent in Hollywood.
To be precise, this doesn't exist in real life either. The principle of "what is divided for a long time must unite, and what is united for a long time must divide" applies to different situations and different relationships.
Edgar didn't want to just sign actors casually and then abandon them, wasting an actor's career for no reason. Dreams were secondary, but making a living was not something to joke about.
He was referring to his livelihood.
However, I didn't expect that I wouldn't even be able to hand out my business card.
Is this considered a failure?
Edgar's lips curled up slightly. Embarrassed as he was, he didn't mind. Just as he was about to retrieve the business card that had been hanging in the air unanswered, he heard a voice.
Why so serious?
All eyes turned toward the sound.
It's Anson.
A slight smile played on his lips, a composed yet relaxed air about him. Anson seemed oblivious to the intense and weighty gazes around him as he took the business card from Edgar, examined it carefully, and then slipped it into his palm.
A hot potato.
James was a little annoyed; he had only meant to help. "Anson!"
Anson met James's gaze, smiled, and shrugged slightly.
"It's just a business card."
"Maybe I'll need them, maybe I won't, but since they're already printed, keeping them as collectibles won't hurt. After all, we've cut down half the Amazon rainforest to make these business cards, and it wouldn't be good to waste them. I think I should still have some space in my business card holder on my desk."
A small joke cleverly defused the tension.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Edgar couldn't help but glance at Anson again.
But Anson didn't say anything more. Instead, he looked at James and said, "Man, during today's performance, which lasted two and a half hours, I slept for a full two hours and fifteen minutes. It was a peaceful and sweet sleep, although there were fifteen minutes of noise that affected my sleep quality. But I still have to be truly grateful."
That serious demeanor, ironically, created a great comedic effect.
James lunged forward immediately, yelling, "You bastard! I'm going to kill you, Seth! Help! Hurry! Ah! I'm about to be killed! Help! Help!"
Amidst the harmonious atmosphere and laughter, the young people playfully wrestled together.
The focus of attention has subtly shifted.
Edgar, who had just been at the center of the storm, could clearly feel the pressure dissipate. He quietly slipped into the shadows, and then he noticed Anson slipping his business card into his credit card holder after shaking off James and escaping the melee.
Not only did I not throw it away, but I also didn't leave it lying around. Instead, I carefully put it into my credit card holder.
A small gesture led Edgar to a different perspective.
But in the end, Edgar didn't say anything more, turned around and walked away.
This time it was for real; Edgar didn't think he should stay here any longer.
No one noticed when Edgar left, including Anson, because he was no longer the focus, and because other spectators were also leaving.
After the producers, reporters, James's agent, and other audience members finished their pleasantries and left, the noise in the Hayworth Theater gradually subsided and returned to calm.
The same applies to performance groups.
Today is just the premiere. The "hole" will continue to run at the Hayworth Theatre for another month, and its subsequent performance is what they need to worry about.
In twos and threes, the group of friends gathered in the backstage dressing room. There weren't many of them, but they were all the closest and most familiar people in the group.
They were waiting for James and the others to remove their makeup and change clothes before heading to the bar together.
Celebrating victory.
It was less of a victory celebration and more of an excuse to drink and drown one's sorrows.
The cancellation of "Freaks and Geeks" was indeed a blow to the young actors. Even for James, who is always carefree and unconventional, the setbacks were still objectively real, especially for the proud James.
They thought their acting careers were finally turning around, and that their talents and abilities could finally shine. But they never expected that it would only last for three months before they were declared dead. Hollywood showed these young people its cold-bloodedness and cruelty for the first time.
Despair is terrifying.
But what's more terrifying than despair is igniting hope only to extinguish it. It's precisely because you feel the warmth and light of hope that the darkness is all the more unbearable after you've fallen back into it.
James has never said or shown any concern, so everyone assumed he didn't care.
However, upon closer examination, the fact that James and Seth created "The Hole," a play that is so dark, desperate, and nihilistic, already speaks volumes.
After "Freaks and Geeks" ended, James and Seth were busy with "The Hole," pouring all their energy and attention into the theatrical stage.
Now that the premiere is finally over, although it's not time to relax yet, at least we can catch our breath.
Therefore, they need an excuse to get drunk.
Take a good break.