The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1888 Sincerity
Each person gets a hamburger, and that's not all; it also comes with cola, fries, and ketchup.

Sid glanced at Anson, then without hesitation, stuffed a large bite of hamburger into his mouth, his brows relaxing and revealing a satisfied expression.

No performance.

Whether it's the "Anna incident" on the red carpet tonight or the scene of eating meat heartily right now, everything is from the heart.

Sid still remembers the interview he gave to The New York Times three years ago when Anson burst onto the scene, and his main label at the time was authenticity.

However, no one believed it. This is Hollywood, this is the world of fame and fortune, and no one can be truly authentic. The so-called "authenticity" is just a label, a means, a persona, specifically used for marketing and promotion. Sid himself was the originator, so how could he be easily fooled?
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Looking at Anson, who is so close to him, how much of Sid's original judgment remains?
A smile crept onto Sid's lips as he picked up a hamburger, stuffed it into his mouth, took a big bite, and involuntarily let out a satisfied sound.

Anson noticed and glanced at Sid. "A sense of satisfaction, right? Especially after the awards ceremony, there's a sense of guilt, a sense of release. Regular burgers don't taste like that."

A smile flickered in Sid's eyes. "A kind of rebellion."

Anson nodded repeatedly, "That's exactly the effect we're aiming for."

Sid chewed slowly until he swallowed it all, and as he was about to take his second bite, he said, "If you had a choice, would you prefer to be an award presenter or a performer?"

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly. "That's an interesting question."

"If possible, I would love to try the role of a guest performer. You might hesitate to perform on the Grammy stage in front of a bunch of professional singers, but think about it: they are professionals, and it is only natural that they will be better than you no matter how you perform. Instead of thinking about those useless things, just enjoy the stage."

"It's the same on the Golden Globe stage, or perhaps it's slightly different. You're standing in front of a bunch of actors, and you're responsible for drawing them into the world of melody, building bridges with music, and bringing people together. That's a unique experience. Could it be considered another kind of role?"

Sid gently raised his chin. "That's the charm of an actor, isn't it? Interpreting different roles, anything is possible."

Anson smiled and said, "That's my favorite part too."

Sid then asked, "So, would you be willing to perform on the Oscar stage?"

Anson paused for a moment, a smile appearing in his eyes.

Sid said matter-of-factly, “Come on, don’t be surprised. I’ve been trying to please you all night. You’re Anson Wood, how could you not see through me?”

Looking at the somewhat roguish Sid, Anson burst out laughing. "Ha, what surprises me is that you invited me to perform on stage, so are you in charge of the guest performer list?"

Sid: "No, I'm not in charge, but I'm in charge of Oscar promotion. I know what's good for the Oscars."

Anson gently raised his chin. "I thought only nominees could perform at the awards ceremony."

Sid: "Come on, Anson, when did you become so hesitant?"

Anson's lips curled down slightly. "No, I'm not being hesitant, I'm just putting on airs."

Sid paused, looking at Anson, whose eyes were full of a slightly roguish smile, and suddenly realized, "Of course, in principle, only nominees can perform on stage. We have been trying to streamline the awards ceremony and reduce its length, so controlling the program time is the top priority."

"But when it comes to Anson Wood, everything can be compromised."

"Imagine Anson Wood performing 'Sunflower' on the Oscars live stream; that would be a ratings guarantee."

Anson chuckled, "If Spider-Man performed 'Sunflower,' I think the ratings would be even higher."

Sid surprisingly shook his head slightly. "No, I don't think so. People want to see Anson Wood, not a high school student wearing a mask."

Pretty!

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly. "Has anyone ever said that you're very good at talking?" Sid deliberately exaggerated his tone and said, "No, never. I'm the kind of person who likes to tell the truth."

"Hahaha." Anson laughed heartily.

Sid took another bite of his hamburger. "In fact, I not only want you to appear as a performer, but also as a presenter, and as a distinguished guest of the Oscars."

Without warning or hesitation, Sid dropped a bombshell.

Everything was completely unexpected, but precisely because of this, Sid caught Anson off guard.

Anson looked over with great interest.

Sid remained calm, composed, and collected. "Anson, you are an actor, an outstanding actor. The Oscars are a stage prepared for actors like you to shine."

"Perhaps the spotlight is focused on the Oscar statuette, but you are the main characters. Actors, directors, producers, filmmakers, you also use your talents and gifts to create the charm of images, allowing us to experience a special adventure during our short time in the cinema."

"We want to have a stage where everyone can come together, party, and celebrate. That's the meaning of the Oscars."

"I hope you can step onto this stage and receive the applause and glory that belong to you, because you are an actor, an excellent actor."

Sincere and earnest.

Sid did not apologize, nor did he mention the turmoil of the past three years; he was simply a party organizer who sincerely extended an invitation.

I must say, brilliant!
He paused, swallowed all the food in his mouth, and looked at Anson again, spreading his hands. "Of course, it's also because you are Anson Wood."

"No one can refuse Anson Wood."

A simple joke instantly lightened the mood and made the atmosphere cheerful.

While it's unclear whether this is Sid's consistent style of doing things, if the feud between the Academy and Anson is a problem and a contradiction, then Sid's handling of it can be described as perfect.

From the groundwork laid tonight and the approach to directly addressing the issues to the skillful and shrewd way he resolved them, Sid's adeptness and tact were on full display.

Who said Sid has been retired for ten years and faded from the stage?

And just when Anson thought things had come to an end, Sid didn't even wait for Anson to speak before changing the subject and continuing.

"Of course, no rush. You need some time and space. We'll talk when you're ready. I'll be here whenever you need me."

Instead of pressing Anson for an answer right now, Sid defused the atmosphere with a joke, and the air became light again.

Everything was perfect.

Anson had to admit that he was very impressed with Sid; he couldn't be more perfect.

People have always thought that the Academy represents rigidity, decay, and aging, clinging to its past glory and refusing to keep up with the times; but people have forgotten that the Academy is not a whole, and under this name there is a group of people, a group of real and vibrant ordinary people.

Among them are conservatives and reformers. Although their average age is relatively high, the younger generation is still a force to be reckoned with.

Therefore, when you look at the academy again, things are slightly different.

(End of this chapter)