The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1843 Overjoyed
Ah! Ahhh!
Roar! Roar!
The collision of eyes, the intertwining of joy and happiness, made hearts soar, and cheers and shouts burst forth from the depths of the soul.

Smiles bloom freely.

Alfonso stood frozen in place, a lump in his throat, about to burst forth, but stopped abruptly by the surrounding frenzy and surging energy. He stared in disbelief at his surroundings, his eyes filled with wonder and excitement, as if he had never seen anything like it before.

In fact, he had never seen it.

Back in the days of independent film crews, everything was done out of love. The small crews were only ten or twenty people, all of whom were friends who genuinely loved movies. They might celebrate wildly after finishing a scene, even starting to drink beer, which would then escalate into a lot of alcohol and they would lose control.

However, this was not seen on the set of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." Even though the entire crew consisted of children, the filming atmosphere remained serious and focused. In the professional process, everything turned into an assembly line operation, a job, a task, but without the joy and pleasure of creation.

Alfonso didn't tell anyone because he thought this was the norm in the Hollywood studio system, where people should naturally abandon personal preferences and treat filmmaking as just a job to make a living.

until now.

It turns out that you can still feel the collision of inspiration and the joy of creation in your work. It turns out that work can be divided into rigid and formalized assembly line work and passionate and dynamic work full of possibilities. It turns out that you can also feel a sense of accomplishment in your work.

It's not just the director.

Actors. Cinematography. Lighting. Props. Makeup. Including extras.

They are a team, working together, collaborating, and brainstorming ideas to create an imaginative and surprising piece.

Who would have thought that work could bring happiness?

Or perhaps, work should be something that brings joy, but in the process of capital development, the pursuit of profit has destroyed the essence of things.

A smile slowly crept onto Alfonso's lips. He finally exhaled, looking at the scene before him with satisfaction, overflowing with happiness.

The filming finally came to a close, and Emmanuel's tense nerves relaxed. The pain and numbness in her lower body surged like a tidal wave. Her slightly trembling knees couldn't support her weight, and she fell backward. Neither of her two assistants expected this and couldn't grab her in time. They could only watch helplessly as Emmanuel fell flat on her back.

"Emmanuel!"

The assistant gasped in surprise, and the two rushed forward, frantically trying to help Emmanuel up.

Even as Emmanuel fell to the ground, he didn't forget the camera in his hands. He raised the camera high with both hands and handed it to his two assistants, signaling them to protect it. Then he waved his hand, let out a long breath, and relaxed, indicating that he was alright. He then spread his arms and legs out, his whole body spread out like a starfish.

She's a little bit childish.

Emmanuel, who is usually serious and unsmiling, never expected to have this side to him.

Generally speaking, Emmanuel doesn't like to show this side of himself. As a Mexican trying to make it in Hollywood, he has to constantly project a professional and even dedicated image in order to change industry stereotypes and barely gain a foothold. Over the years, this has gradually become a habitual posture.

But today, Emmanuel is truly exhausted, his body and spirit completely drained.

It wasn't fatigue, but relief, a sense of exhilaration. He hadn't felt this sense of oneness with the machine in a very long time. All the factors seemed to converge in the camera lens, creating a wonderful chemical reaction.

This reminded him once again that this was why he had fallen in love with photography in the first place.

He's not a director, not a producer, but a cinematographer. He loves his camera and the images he captures, which have a vibrant life force.

Emmanuel just needs to relax and catch his breath.

Then, a hand appeared above his head. Emmanuel raised his eyes and glanced at it. It was Anson, upside down, still disheveled and pathetic, with a faint smile in his eyes, as if he was suppressing excitement.

A knowing glint flashed in Emmanuel's eyes. Anson was still young after all; his eager, praise-seeking gaze inadvertently betrayed his true emotions. Emmanuel reached out and grabbed Anson's right hand, using Anson's strength to barely stand up. He looked as if he had just been pulled from the water; his waist, abdomen, and thigh muscles were still trembling slightly, even cramping a bit.

Emmanuel glanced at Ansen, hesitated for a moment, and then patted Ansen on the shoulder.

No words are needed; a single action suffices.

Anson looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?"

Emmanuel: ...

Anson looked at him defiantly. "Do you want me to have mind-reading abilities? Emmanuel, how come I didn't know we were already so familiar?"

"Wait, are we friends now?"

Emmanuel: ...

Should he praise Anson, or should he acknowledge that they are now friends?
After some hesitation, Emmanuel chose the former, saying, "You did a good job just now."

Anson chuckled. "You'd rather praise me than admit we're friends?"

Emmanuel, slightly embarrassed after being exposed, glanced speechlessly at Anson, and then... then completely ignored Anson, refusing to continue the conversation.

Anson burst into laughter, "Haha!"

As Emmanuel turned around, he saw Scarlett and nodded slightly, expressing his appreciation with his eyes.

Scarlett was confused, her gaze shifting back and forth between Anson and Emmanuel, before finally stopping in front of Anson. "You dare to tease Emmanuel?"

Anson shrugged slightly. "I'm the producer, he wouldn't dare fire me."

Scarlett: ...Looking at Anson speechlessly, "What kind of twisted sense of humor is this?"

Anson didn't care at all. "Admit it, you're clearly enjoying it too."

Scarlett nodded. "It's rare to see him like this; he's much more approachable and adorable."

Hahaha!
Emmanuel heard a burst of laughter behind him, turned around, and saw Anson and Scarlett laughing heartily. Although he couldn't hear their conversation, he figured their joke must be related to him.

Damn it!

After the laughter subsided, Scarlett was a little reserved, looking around. The entire crew was in high spirits, high-fiving, hugging, and laughing. This was probably the happiest day since filming of "Children of Men" began. The atmosphere of happiness was palpable without needing any words.

Scarlett's spirits soared as well.

Scarlett let out a soft breath, looked at Anson, and mustered her courage to say, "Thank you."

Anson didn't stand on ceremony, nodding in response with a smile, saying there was no need to thank him. "I told you before that you're perfect for this role. In the world of acting, you have a lot of potential and countless possibilities. You should allow yourself to explore and take risks."

"Believe me, this is just the first step. I have 100% confidence in you."

His lips curled up in a smile, his face beaming, and his bright eyes brimming with trust.

(End of this chapter)