The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1388 The intersection of fiction and reality
Las Vegas, a city that never sleeps, is open all year round——

Time seems to have lost its meaning in this city. Day and night are reversed, the four seasons rotate, the scorching summer and the cold winter, the bright sunshine and the dark night are completely confused.

Entering any hotel or casino is like entering a black hole, full of bizarre lights and extravagance. When you come out again, the outside world has become completely different. You have completely forgotten the passage of time, and there seems to be no difference between a day, a week, and a month. It makes you feel dazed and unable to tell the difference.

The Wood family is no exception.

In the blink of an eye, they had already stayed here for several days, but they couldn't tell whether it was five days, six days, or even seven days.

Nora looked at Anson with concern on her face.

Anson seemed to notice their gazes, turned around, waved and greeted them, showing a bright smile, looking particularly relaxed.

Nora quickly smiled and waved back, but when Anson looked away, the worry in her eyes was revealed, "Is this really okay?"

In his sight, Anson was holding a handful of pills, white, black and various shapes, and he poured them down his throat and swallowed them all in one gulp mixed with whiskey.

Charles leaned slightly towards Nora and lowered his voice to comfort her, "Those are vitamins and cod liver oil. I specifically asked the crew about this, and they were prepared by the medical team based on Anson's recent physical condition. The amber liquid is barley tea, which is good for the body and throat. It's not alcohol."

In the movie, the characters are dependent on alcohol and so on, but when the crew was shooting, most of them were props -

Of course, there are some actors who are serious about it and openly drink under the pretext of work, but any actor with a little professionalism would not do that.

Nora exhaled lightly and relaxed a little, but her heart still couldn't fall back into her chest completely. "But before coming to the crew, all that alcohol was real, right?"

Nora looked at Lucas.

Lucas remained silent and did not respond directly, "Anson needs to get into character."

Nora, "And you allow him to do this? When the character is broken, Anson must be broken too?"

Lucas:…

Charles, "Nora, it's called an actor."

Nora's breath got stuck in her chest. Even though she understood all the reasons, she still couldn't help but worry.

During the days in Las Vegas, Anson was fine and did not show any strange behavior. Jack Priest did not appear again. All signs proved that what Lucas worried about did not happen. Anson was still the youngest son of the Wood family and was devoting himself to his work.

On the one hand, they were slightly relieved that the situation did not seem as bad as they had imagined. Although they could not completely relax, they believed that Lucas would not joke about Anson's affairs; but at least judging from the performance in the past few days, they did not need to worry too much.

On the other hand, they had other concerns that they couldn't help but have. Anson immersed himself completely in the role and kept up the same frequency as Johnny Cash's life.

In the movie, Johnny's alcoholism becomes more and more serious. He is trapped in the cage of faith, family and fame and fortune, and is completely lost.

In reality, Anson also entered the state at the same time. Although Anson did not drink a lot, his sleep quality was not good in recent times. The boundary between reality and illusion gradually blurred, and the boundary between nightmare and reality was also disappearing. He was in a state of fatigue and trance, floating in mid-air.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Anson's condition was getting worse and worse.

Not only the skin condition, but also the eyes and complexion, the whole person looked dull, as if covered by a filter, and the atmosphere of the crew also became gloomy.

Nora and the others saw all of this, and it was impossible for them not to be worried.

However, Anson liked it and was completely immersed in it, showing incredible enthusiasm, which made Nora and the others feel torn, unsure whether they should oppose or support it. Every day was like a roller coaster ride.

Now it seems that it was undoubtedly wise for them to keep their distance, give Anson freedom, and let Anson go out and take risks on his own; otherwise, they would always treat Anson as a child, protecting him under their wings, and Anson would never grow up and be unable to be independent.

But - Nora looked up at Lucas, not hiding the worry in her eyes.

Lucas's usually expressionless face was slightly frowned at this moment, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

All eyes were focused on Anson.

However, Anson, as the person involved, had no time to pay attention to these glances.

He has to be focused, 100 percent focused.

In order to get himself into the right state, Anson drank a glass of whiskey before coming to today's shooting site. Just one glass, to prevent himself from getting really drunk and forgetting the lines. The performance required losing control but not completely losing control. But he drank too much, and now the alcohol was too much, and his head was almost about to explode.

Focus, that becomes a problem.

There seemed to be a spinning top in my head, humming and spinning continuously at a high speed, causing the whole world to shake along with it and I could hardly stand steadily.

Anson kept reminding himself not to lose his composure. Nora and the others were watching him, and he needed to reassure them with practical actions instead of exposing his own embarrassment.

This point fits perfectly with Johnny Cash. He needs to stay rational and continue performing. He cannot let the performance go wrong, nor can he make a fool of himself in front of June Carter.

He needed the world to quiet down, he needed the noise in his head to go away.

The more this happens, the more you need the help of alcohol; the more you drink, the more you lose control of reality and yourself, creating a vicious cycle.

Buzz, buzz, the world is noisy.

"Anson, we're ready..."

came a voice.

Anson looked up suddenly, as if he heard someone talking.

"Johnny, we're ready..."

Subconsciously, Anson nodded slightly, his soul floating outside his body like a hydrogen balloon, looking at his body with a polite smile.

"Okay, come right away."

Taking a deep breath, the body stood up like a puppet. After hesitating for a moment, it poured another small glass of whiskey and drank it all.

His stomach felt like it was burning and he shuddered uncontrollably, but his eyes seemed to be clearer and he took a step towards the stage.

The soul floating in the air was pulled hard, and it hurried to catch up a beat slower.

Staggering and stumbling, his footsteps advanced in the clouds, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

In front of me is a large theater with a luxurious and spacious stage. It is even more grand, more magnificent and more splendid. The audience seats can accommodate 800 people and are divided into two floors. The dazzling lights roll down like a waterfall.

Before going on stage, there was an emergency brake, and Anson controlled himself in time. He showed a confident smile to his family members who were standing on the side stage and gathered with the staff, and saluted gracefully, with the curve of his mouth fully blooming, as dazzling as the sun.

Before Nora and the others could react, Mangold's voice came from the front of the stage. In an instant, all the extras and extras held their breath.

"Start shooting!"

(End of this chapter)