At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun hangs in the sky impartially, although it will soon be Halloween, but as long as you stand in the sun, you can still feel a trace of heat, and the climate in Los Angeles is like this.

However, Sean didn't feel hot at all, and Vilsa's words before leaving made him feel a little unpleasant. Maybe the other party is just intimidating, but maybe...... In the case of blocked information, no one can analyze the results.

However, since the other party has come to him privately, and he has lured and coerced him, maybe the final result should be fast, right? Maybe Reese should have been told about this before then.

Just as Sean was pondering about this, Reese, who had a gloomy face, came over from the office area in a battery car: "Sean, come up, hurry up." ”

He was greeting from afar, which made Sean's unhappiness feel heavier, so he got in the car honestly and didn't mention the noon incident.

Soon, the battery car carried him and Rees to a small room in the office area, just as a middle-aged man was walking out, and immediately showed a helpless expression when he saw Reese.

"Wait, Phil," Eric? Reece got out of the car and shouted, "Wait! ”

"Eric...... "Philip?" Rosenthal raised his hands and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the other party: "I brought him in, if you want, we can gather everyone again for a full audition, you might as well see how he performs before drawing conclusions." ”

"Alright, Eric, listen to me," Rosenthal put his hands on Reese's shoulders, "You know, I'm here to support you, I'm sure you can do a great job, and those two episodes that you wrote and produced before were also very popular after they aired. However, but there were more people supporting Jeremy, and I had to think about the whole TV series. ”

"So, you're going to give up on me?" Reese's face turned ugly, "You don't even want everyone to judge fairly?" ”

"I'm sorry, Eric, I can't change the rules of the game, the producers basically support him, and it's ......," Rosenthal sighed, "Jeremy has been a writer since the beginning of the show. ”

He didn't say any more, reached out and patted Reese on the shoulder, and walked over into the distance, as for Sean, he didn't even look at it.

Reese stood in place for a long time before he suddenly kicked the wheels of the battery car in a rage, and at the same time scolded "****" and "****". He vented like this, which lasted for several minutes, before leaning on the battery car with his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reese." Sean, who had been silent beside him, said this.

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry! If you say you're sorry, they will change their minds! Can you make that damn bastard pay if you say you're sorry! Reese suddenly roared again, his eyes red as if he wanted to kill.

Although Sean took a step back, he didn't look scared, but looked him directly in the eyes.

After a while, Reese, who finally controlled his emotions, sighed and leaned back on the battery car again: "I'm sorry, Sean, it's me who said sorry...... You're nice, a nice young man, it's my fault for getting you involved......"

He smiled bitterly and straightened up: "I'm sorry, it's all over." ”

Then, Reese shook a little and walked in the direction Rosenthal had left, and the battery car was gone.

Sean stood still and didn't move, he knew something was wrong as early as the first sentence of Rosenthal's words, and although he was mentally prepared, his heart sank to the bottom.

Weishenme will be like this? After all, he couldn't hold back, asked himself such a question, and his hanging hands were clenched into fists. Although he kept telling himself in his heart that it was nothing, it was just a failure, and that nothing could necessarily succeed, but the huge sense of loss still hung over his heart.

It's over like this, how can people be willing! I haven't done anything yet! Sean, who was in a trance, walked aimlessly, and when he came back to his senses, the studio of "Everybody Loves Raymond" was already close in front of him.

He quickly rubbed his face a few times, although he was very depressed before, but after walking for such a while, his mentality was somewhat adjusted, no matter what, he always had a mature soul.

However, just as Sean was packing up his things—not much, in a few minutes—an annoying voice rang in his ears: "What, are you going to leave now?" ”

Undisguised sarcasm in tone, no doubt except for Lyman? There will be no one else in Vilsa.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to see your down-and-out appearance, I just happened to have something to come to the crew - after being wasted by you for two days, I have to hurry up and adjust to catch up with next week's broadcast." Seeing Sean look over, Velsa raised his hands.

Having said that, the condescending cold smile was clearly saying: I'm here to see you fuck off.

"It seems that there is a good chance that we will not be able to catch up." Sean replied lightly.

Versa couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, looking a little dissatisfied, as if his calmness and counterattack made him very unhappy.

"It's not up to you, Sean," Velsa snorted contemptuously, "think about yourself—look at the way you look now, and how can you be so pitiful if you agree to my offer at noon." ”

"It's just a failure," Sean replied calmly, "and everybody fails sometimes." ”

"Just a failure?" Versa narrowed her eyes, "It's really touching, although I hate you very much, I hated you at the beginning, but I still can't help but applaud your persistence at the moment." Unfortunately, though, it's useless at all. ”

He leaned in and stared at Sean with mocking eyes: "Every year, thousands of people come to Hollywood with the dream of becoming famous, they have talent and appearance, but unfortunately they can achieve their goal of less than one in ten thousand." You're just one of them or worse, because you don't even know who you are! Even if you insist? You can't change anything, you're just constantly running from studio to studio and standing outside the office waiting for someone else to decide your fate! You're just going to be taken advantage of and walk away, there's nothing you can do about it, because you're nothing! ”

Sean didn't reply, knowing that whatever he said at this time would only attract more ridicule, so he remained silent, picked up the few things he had—unfinished pure water, two books to relieve boredom, and a coat—and strode out.

"A poor reservoir dog!" Even after walking far away, you can still hear the voice of Versa.

Clenching his fists, Sean tried his best to hold his chest and his mouth tightened. It wasn't until he was about to leave the studio area that he turned into a nearby bathroom, and after entering the cubicle and closing the door and sitting on the toilet seat, he pulled up his sleeves and bit down his arm.

His whole body was curled up on the toilet, trembling all over, his eyes closed and shaking his head, as if he was biting with all his strength.

After a long while, Sean gasped and relaxed, letting go of his arm and breathing heavily, a row of deep tooth marks on his forearm. After another few tens of seconds, after the crazy beating heart finally calmed down, he took a deep breath, he stood up and walked out of the compartment, straightening his chest, looking no different from before, as if he ...... Never be defeated.

After making it all the way to the parking lot and finding his old Ford, Sean was stunned because some guy in a suit and leather shoes was standing next to him, and it looked like he had been standing for a long time.

"Do you know what reality looks like now?" Frederick asked, leaning against his Mercedes with his arms crossed, his face unrecognizable.

"It's just a failure," Sean shrugged, "I'm not going to just throw in the towel." ”

The agent didn't speak, and after watching him open the car door and throw the things in his hand in, he stopped him again: "Sean." ”

"Huh?" Sean looked up.

"I'll ask you for a drink." He looked at him.

"I ......"

"Don't go to the bar, I know a good place."

The dark brown bottle flew in an arc in the air, and Sean immediately reached out to catch it, bit the cap and took a big puff of it, then let out a long breath.

"I prefer German stouts, the soft malt aroma is very appealing, but unfortunately there are no more authentic ones in the area." Frederick, who also took a big sip of the wine bottle, said that although he was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, the neckline was greatly pulled open, and the tie was also pulled crookedly, sitting on the hood, with one foot on it, and the style of the successful man had been thrown out of the clouds.

"I still like Budweiser, I like the wheat aftertaste that comes after drinking." Sean replied, looking at the city down the hill, "It's a nice place. ”

The sun has begun to turn west, and the slightly dim sun shrouds the city that has no high-rise buildings except for the city center, but it looks huge, although it is not as beautiful as the night view, but there is also an indescribable feeling. And the huge sign of Hollywood, on the mountainside thousands of feet away in a straight line, diagonally facing Sean and them, is very conspicuous, forming a diagonal with the city below the mountain, if the photographer stands here, he will definitely be able to take very beautiful pictures.

"Of course, there was a time when I liked to drive up the slopes here and watch all of Hollywood and all of Los Angeles with a beer." Frederick said in an emotional tone, "Then I will feel calm, I will feel tired, I will feel that I will not be defeated......"

When he said this, his expression was quite subtle: "I used to want to be an actor and a star, and I wanted to stand in front of the spotlight and be hugged by people, but my father told me that being a star is very beautiful, but the people behind the star who push him up are the most powerful, so I Zuihou chose to be an agent." ”

He took a big sip of beer, and Sean listened quietly: "I came to Los Angeles in 1986, as old as you are now, and then worked in the ICM mailroom for almost three years. Emmanuel, David? Greenblatt, Rick? Lawson and others have also worked in ICM's mailroom. And then, I give Ali? Emmanuel worked as an assistant for two years, and god, it was two hellish years, and God knows how much dirty talk Ali had to offer, and it was related to genitals, and a lot of people couldn't get through it, and I got through it, so I got a full-fledged agent job in '92. ”

At this point, he suddenly stopped, looked into the distance for a long time, and then turned to Sean again: "You know, Sandra? Bullock and George? Will Clooney Weishenme fire me? Not because I told them what to do, but because I told them, don't do anything. ”

Sean opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

"So you have to daoqian to me." Frederick laughed proudly, as if he had won a game, and Sean couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and at this moment, he suddenly began to like him.