CHAPTER 13 LET’S GO FOR A DRINK

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. Although it was Halloween soon, as long as one stood under the sun, one could still feel a trace of heat. That was how the Las Angelos' weather was. However, Sean did not feel hot at all. Biersack's words gave him a bad premonition. Maybe the other party was just threatening him, but maybe... Under the circumstances of the information being hidden, no one could analyze the result. However, since the other party had privately come to him and even coerced him, perhaps the final result should come soon, right? Perhaps he should tell Reese about this before it happens. Just as Sean was pondering over this matter, the gloomy-faced Reese drove an electric scooter over from the office area. "Sean, come up. Hurry up." He greeted them from afar, which made the bad feeling in Sean's heart even heavier, so he got on the scooter and did not mention what happened at noon. Soon, the electric scooter took him and Reese to a small house in the office area. Just then, a middle-aged man was walking out. When he saw Reese, he immediately revealed a helpless expression. "Wait, Phillip," Eric Reese shouted after getting out of the car, "Wait!" "Eric..." Phillip Rosenthal raised his hands and wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by the other party. "I brought him here. As long as you want to, we can gather everyone and have a general audition. Why don't you take a look at his performance before coming to a conclusion?" "Alright, Eric, listen to me." Rosenthal placed his hands on Reese's shoulders. "You know, I support you. I believe that you can do very well. The two episodes that you wrote and made before were also very popular after the broadcast. However, more people support Jeremy. I have to consider the entire drama series." "So, you intend to give up on me?" Reese's expression 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..." Rosenthal sighed, "Jeremy has been a scriptwriter since the establishment of this TV series." He didn't say anything else and reached out to pat Reese on the shoulder. Then, he walked into the distance. As for Sean, Eric didn't even look at him. Reese stood in place for a long time before he suddenly kicked the electric scooter's wheel in anger. At the same time, he cursed non-stop. He vented his anger, which lasted for a few minutes before he hugged his head and leaned against the electric scooter. "Sorry, Mr. Reese," Sean said, after being silent all this time. "What's the use of saying sorry! Would they change their minds just because you say sorry? Could it make that damn bastard pay the price if you said sorry?" Reese suddenly roared. His eyes were red as if he wanted to kill someone. Although Sean took a step back, he did not show any fear. Instead, he looked straight into his eyes. A moment later, Reese, who finally controlled his emotions, sighed and leaned back on the electric scooter again. "I'm sorry, Sean. I should be the one apologizing... You are outstanding. You are a good young man. It is my fault for dragging you into this..." He smiled bitterly and straightened himself. "Sorry, everything is over." Then, Reese swayed a little as he walked in the direction that Rosenthal had left with exhaustion. He did not care about the electric scooter. Sean stood in place and did not move. When Rosenthal said the first sentence, he knew that the situation was not good. Although he was mentally prepared, his heart still sank to the bottom. "Why was it like this?" In the end, he couldn't help but ask himself this, and his hands clenched into fists. Although he kept telling himself in his heart that it was nothing but a failure and nothing could necessarily succeed, that huge sense of loss still shrouded his heart. How could he be willing to end it like this? He hadn't done anything yet! Sean, who was in a trance, walked aimlessly. When he came back to his senses, the studio of "Everybody Likes Raymond" was already right in front of him. He quickly rubbed his face a few times. Although he was very depressed, he had more or less adjusted his mentality after walking for such a long time. No matter what, he still had a mature soul. However, just as Sean was packing up, about a few minutes later, the annoying voice rang in his ear. "What, are you leaving now?" There was no doubt that there was no one other than Rayman Versack who could hide the sarcasm in his tone. Don't misunderstand. I'm not here to look at your miserable appearance. I just happened to have something to do with the crew. After wasting time on you for two days. I have to hurry up and adjust my schedule to catch up to next week's broadcast." Seeing that Sean was looking at him, Versack raised his hands. That being said, the cold smile on his face obviously meant. "I'm here to see you being kicked out." "It seems that you might not be able to catch up," Sean replied indifferently. Versack could not help but raise his eyebrows, looking somewhat dissatisfied, as if Sean's calmness and retort had made him very unhappy. "That's not up to you, Sean." Versack snorted contemptuously. "Think about yourself. Look at you now. If you had agreed to my suggestion at noon, you would not be so pitiful." "It was just a failure," Sean replied calmly, "Everyone has a time when they fail." "It was only a failure?" Versack narrowed his eyes. "How touching. Although I hate you from the beginning, I still can't help but cheer for your persistence. But, unfortunately, it is useless." He leaned closer and stared at Sean mockingly. "Every year, tens of thousands of people dreamed of coming to Holliewood. They had talent and appearance, but it was a pity that those who could achieve their goal were less than one in ten thousand. You are just one of them or even worse because you don't even know your place! So what if you insist? You can't change anything. You will only keep running between the studios and then stand outside the office and wait for others to decide your fate! You will only leave after being used, and there is nothing you can do because you are nothing!" Sean did not answer again. He knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would only attract more ridicule, so he remained silent. He picked up the only few items he had: the unfinished water, the two books for relieving boredom, and a coat. Then, he strode out. "A pitiful drowning dog!" Even though he had walked far away, he could still hear Versack's voice. Sean clenched his fists. He used all his strength to straighten his chest and tightly pursed his lips. He turned into the nearby bathroom when he was about to leave the studio area. He entered the cubicle, closed the door, and sat down on the toilet lid. He suddenly pulled up his sleeves and then fiercely bit his arm. His entire body was curled up on the toilet, trembling. He tightly closed his eyes and shook his head as if he was using all the strength in his body to bite. After a long while, Sean finally relaxed while panting. He let go of his arms and breathed heavily. There was a row of deep teeth marks on his forearm. After another ten seconds, his wildly beating heart finally calmed down. He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out of the cubicle. He straightened his chest and looked no different from before. It was as if... He would never be knocked down. After arriving at the parking lot and finding his old Ford, Sean was stunned because a guy in a suit was standing next to it. He looked like he had been standing there for a long time. "Do you know what reality is now?" Frederick asked. He crossed his arms and leaned against his Mercedes-Benz with no emotion on his face. "It was just a failure," Sean shrugged. "I won't admit defeat just like that." The agent did not speak. After he opened the car door and threw the things in his hand into it, he called out to him, "Sean." "Huh?" Sean raised his head. "Let me treat you to a drink." He looked at him. "I'm..." "I'm not going to the bar. I know a good place." The dark brown beer bottle was thrown over. Sean immediately reached out and caught it. After opening the bottle cap, he lifted his head and took a big gulp. Then, he let out a long breath. "I prefer black beer in Germany. That kind of soft malt fragrance is very likable. Unfortunately, there are no more authentic ones nearby." Frederick, who had also taken a big gulp of wine, said. Although he was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, his collar was pulled wide open, and his tie was pulled askew. He sat on the hood and stepped on it with one foot, throwing away the appearance of a successful person. "I still prefer Tudwise. I like the aftertaste of its flavor after drinking it." Sean replied, looking down at the city. "This place is not bad." The sun had already started to set in the west. The slightly yellow sunlight enveloped the city that had no tall buildings except for the city center. However, it was also a huge city. Although it was not as beautiful as the night view, there was an indescribable feeling. Holliewood's huge signboard was located at the waist of a mountain that was thousands of feet away from them. It was very eye-catching as it faced Sean and the others. It formed a triangle with the city at the foot of the mountain. If a photographer stood there, they would definitely be able to take a very beautiful photo. "Of course. There was a time when I liked to drive to the slope here, drinking beer while watching the entire Holliewood and even the entire Las Angelos," Frederick said with a sigh, "That way, I will feel calm, and my exhaustion disappear. I feel like I won't be knocked down..." After saying this, his expression was rather subtle. "In the past, I also wanted to be an actor and a celebrity. I wanted to stand in front of the spotlight and be embraced by others. But my father told me that being a celebrity was very glorious. However, the people behind the stars who pushed them up there were the most powerful. So I chose to be an agent in the end." He took a big gulp of beer, and Sean listened quietly. "I came to Las Angelos in 1986 and was about your age. Then I worked in the mailroom of MCM for almost three years. The agent company's mailroom was a good training place. Several giants of the NAA used to work in the mailroom of the MWA. My boss, Ali Lemmer, David Brooke, Lin Lawson, and more had also worked in the MCM studio. Then, I became the assistant of Ali Lemmer for two years. God, that was really two years of hell. God knows how many dirty words could come from Ali's mouth. Everything was related to the genitals when he spoke. Many people couldn't make it. I got through it, so I got a formal agent job in 1992." At this point, he suddenly stopped and looked into the distance for a long time before turning to Sean. "Do you know why Sendra Bullocks and Jorge Looney fired me? Not because I told them what to do, but because I told them not to do something." Sean opened his mouth but did not say a word. "So you have to apologize to me," Frederick said and laughed very proudly as if he had won a match. Sean could not help but laugh. At this moment, he suddenly began to like him.

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