Clap clap clap. Clap clap clap.
In the crowd, Charlie Kaufman politely joins in the applause, feeling a bit out of place amidst the chaos of the award ceremony, as if he's detached from the whole scene.
Luckily, Anson's appearance pulls his attention back, surprising Charlie a little.
Clearly, this wasn't the Anson he rembered.
But this multi-talented version of Anson reminded Charlie of an old friend, John Malkovich.
Of course, the more handso version.
John Malkovich, a brilliant actor full of quirky ideas, was never a heartthrob but beca a golden supporting actor in countless films. It was this very actor who inspired Charlie to create Being John Malkovich.
The original title of Being John Malkovich was actually Becoming Malkovich because Charlie imagined what it would be like if he could crawl into Malkovich's head, see the world through his eyes, and beco him.
Now, Charlie couldn't help but wonder, what would it feel like to beco Anson? What kind of world did Anson see through his eyes?
His mind began to drift again, floating off into his own imagination. For Charlie, this was much more comfortable. Lost in his own world, the awards ceremony didn't seem so unbearable anymore.
…
"You were extraordinary."
When Anson returned to his seat, the always composed and aloof Catherine Zeta-Jones raised her chin slightly, her eyes showing a hint of admiration, clearly surprised by Anson's hidden talents.
Since they sat down, apart from a polite nod of greeting, this was the first ti Catherine had initiated a conversation with Anson. Initially, Anson had thought that due to her pregnancy, she was too tired and weary to make small talk.
But it seed that wasn't the case.
Anson t her lazy gaze and said, "I tried."
A slightly self-deprecating remark that lightened the mood effortlessly.
Catherine chuckled, "You should've joined our cast."
"Chicago?"
Anson's lips curled slightly. "Oh, I think I've already missed that boat."
"Haha," Catherine laughed out loud.
Caron, sitting nearby, couldn't help but smile too. Worried that she might burst out laughing, she quickly covered her face with her hand, trying to hide her amusent. Her shoulders gently shook as she quietly giggled.
Compared to the awards ceremony, Anson was far more entertaining.
This brief, lighthearted exchange injected a bit of excitent into the otherwise monotonous event. The atmosphere in the banquet hall beca noticeably more lively. Whispering and murmurs began to ripple through the room, adding a subtle but noticeable change in energy as the awards progressed.
One by one, the awards were revealed.
One by one, the trophies were handed out.
Then.
Jennifer Connelly, dressed in a soft lavender gown, took the stage. This was the sa young girl who had captivated audiences with her ballet in Once Upon a Ti in Arica, but she had now grown into a full-fledged star. Last year, she swept the awards circuit, winning Best Supporting Actress at multiple events for her brilliant performance in A Beautiful Mind, and ultimately clinched her first Oscar.
Of course, she also won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress.
Tonight, she was back at the awards, this ti presenting the award for Best Actor in a Musical or Cody, as the ceremony reached its climax.
Anson could feel a gaze from his right side. No doubt it was Caron Diaz, watching him with an amused, knowing expression. She didn't say anything, but her eyes said it all:
"Aren't you nervous? Not even a little bit? You don't have even the tiniest bit of hope? Hey, we're at the Golden Globe Awards, and you're a nominee. What if you win? Are you sure you're not nervous at all?"
Her eyes were teasing, clearly enjoying herself.
Anson tried to ignore her.
But… not far away, Jared seed to notice Caron's amusent and began glancing over at Anson, which made him pull a wry smile.
It was the sa with Jennifer Aniston, and now Caron too. He was completely innocent, nothing ever happened between him and them, but their partners kept giving him suspicious looks. If there was any kind of flirtation going on, fine, but the truth was—
There wasn't.
Seriously, nothing.
Anson leaned slightly to his right, lowered his voice, and said:
"You know sothing?"
"Being nervous is an illusion. It's just the adrenaline from the live event."
Caron looked at Anson.
Anson kept his eyes on the stage.
"All that fluttering butterflies in the stomach, the sweaty palms, the tightening throat, the ringing in the ears, the pounding heart that won't settle down—it's all just adrenaline."
Caron: …
After a pause, she swallowed, her smile frozen at the corners of her mouth, her gaze drifting away under the bright lights.
"Damn it, now I'm feeling all of it," Caron muttered under her breath.
Anson had to use every ounce of his willpower to keep his lips from curling into a smile. He nodded slightly, "You should enjoy the excitent while it lasts—it won't last long."
Caron shot him a confused glance.
Why did she feel like sothing wasn't quite right, but couldn't put her finger on it?
Her brain didn't have the capacity to think anymore—her nerves had drained all her energy.
She had been completely duped.
This little scene didn't escape Catherine Zeta-Jones' notice. She couldn't help but smile as she watched Anson smoothly talk Caron out of her anxiety.
Anson sensed Catherine's gaze and innocently shrugged.
Catherine shook her head lightly. "I've got my money on soone else."
Richard Gere, who had been nominated for his brilliant performance in Chicago, was Anson's direct competitor. Catherine, also part of the Chicago cast, had made her stance clear early on.
Anson didn't mind. He looked at Catherine, then at Caron. "So, am I caught in the middle of a catfight?"
In this context, "catfight" wasn't about kittens; it was slang for won fighting.
Or to be more blunt, drama between won.
Catherine, competing for Best Actress in a Musical or Cody, and Queen Latifah, also from the Chicago cast, was nominated for Best Supporting Actress, going up against Caron.
Anson was the unlucky guy stuck in the middle.
Catherine glanced at Anson again. Once again, without missing a beat, he had subtly shifted the topic and smoothly extricated himself, and no one even noticed.
Ti was tight, so Catherine didn't say more. She simply shook her head, "I don't know Queen."
Pfft.
Anson almost lost his composure.
When he looked back at Catherine, she had already returned her gaze to the stage, her expression completely calm, as if nothing had happened.
Smooth. Very smooth.
Short and sharp.
Catherine displayed a whole other level of charm.
Anson turned back, shaking his head slightly, muttering to himself, "I don't know anyone."
Catherine's lips twitched slightly as she regained her composure, but after a mont, she couldn't hold back. She turned to the side and burst into quiet laughter, her shoulders shaking silently.
Anson remained expressionless, completely innocent, even leaning slightly to the right to distance himself from the situation, as if he had no idea what Catherine was laughing about.
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