"Please don't be him, please don't be him." Sean, who was holding the phone, repeated nervously in his heart. Finally, the phone was connected. When he heard the voice from the other side, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Laura, it's me... Yes, of course, thank you." Sean said. At the same time, he moved and leaned against the public phone booth. He pulled the rope to prevent the excited Duke from running around.
"Hi, mother, how are you? I am fine. Really. I can take care of myself. I got three times my salary today. Although the boss likes scolding, he's still a good man... Of course, this can't be compared to home. This is a completely different experience... No, no, no, mother, can we not talk about this? ... Okay, I got it... Um... I will make a decision based on the situation... Okay, I love you too. Goodbye."
After ending the call with his mother and hanging back the phone, Sean sighed. Looking around, the sky was basically dark, and the street lights were already lit up.
"Hey, Duke, come back. We should go now." He pulled the rope, and the little guy whimpered twice. Although it jumped into Sean's arms, it seemed very reluctant.
"Don't worry. Tomorrow's the weekend. You can go anywhere you want." Sean stroked its head and said, "We agreed, didn't we? If I had to make a call, then the time for walks would have to be reduced."
There was no other way. It was not that he did not want to use his phone. It was now 1998, and there were still two to three years before phones were normalized. Now, a Novia 5110 phone would cost at least 900 US dollars, and other brands would only cost 700 to 800 dollars. This expenditure would have to be considered by ordinary families, let alone Sean, who was now poor.
As for extending the time to walk the dog... Sean, who was holding Duke, carefully looked around the streets again. There was nothing suspicious, so he immediately strode toward his apartment.
The place he lived was not far from the city center of Las Angelos. Because there was a small lake nearby, this area was called the Wast Lake District. Most importantly, this area is the largest homeless gathering spot in Las Angelos.
Just by hearing its name, one would know the level of security here. This was how Antasey(the country Sean lived in) was. The slums were clearly separated from the rich and were usually just a street away. There were constant robberies on one side, while the other was calm.
Fortunately, Sean's apartment was not far from Holliewood and Annerly Hills. It was near Highway 106, so the security was much better than in the Wast Lake area. Even so, he still would not linger outside after 9 o'clock. He did not want to be held up at gunpoint.
"In my dreams, I am alone on the beach..." After returning to the apartment and taking a shower, Sean sat on the old sofa wearing only a pair of boxers with his upper body bare. He played the guitar while singing a song.
Simon and Garfunkel's "Silence" was one of his favorite songs. As long as he had time, he would always play and sing by himself. The beautiful melody and the complemented lyrics made him feel comfortable. Of course, there was another reason that made this song unforgettable for him. As for the reason, now was not the right time to share.
Sean sang very well. With the accompaniment of a good guitar, it was quite similar to the original version. One had to know that although he was not a big shot in high school, he was also talented. He had participated in clubs and performed during the school anniversary. He was also a basketball player and dated the captain of the cheerleading team. Moreover, he almost won the graduation dance, but...
"I am still a little impulsive, even though I have been a human for two lifetimes." After singing a song and sitting there for a moment, Sean scratched his head and sighed, "I should make a plan, even if it might not be useful."
This was a habit of his previous life. No matter what he did, he had to be prepared. For a hot-headed person like him to come to Las Angelos to live independently was unimaginable in his previous life.
Well, not exactly. He had made some preparations. For example, he had gotten his mother to get a car using 2,000 dollars. The car still had a good appearance and performance after being used for 15 years. He also had some savings. Unfortunately, it seemed that this was not enough. The most obvious thing was that he should have gotten a credit card before leaving.
In his previous life, Sean was a very ordinary Chinese youth, born in a small town. He was also known as Sean. Of course, not at the beginning. At first, his name was Shawn.
However, when he was very young, his mother abandoned their family and ran away. His father also passed away after he was 15 years old and had been working outside for a long time. Therefore, Sean was basically raised by the community. To remember this, he changed his name. In addition, he wanted to have more charisma. In the end, he changed his name to Sean.
Although his background was a bit tragic, he was no different from an ordinary person in other aspects. He had no fortuitous encounters and no special character. After he went to a third-rate university and studied part-time, Sean went to work in a small company that made earpieces and microphones. It was very dull until a few years later.
That day, he had been on night shifts for several days in a row. He was taking a nap in the rented house. Because he was too tired, he slept soundly. When he was drowsy and felt that something was wrong, he coughed and wanted to get up. However, the house was already full of smoke. Later, perhaps only for a moment, or perhaps countless years, he was born into a family in Sun Franlisco in 1980, from Sean to Sean Thomas.
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This was a well-off and kind family. His father, Tony Thomas, was a very dignified man with a quarter of Chinese blood - it was Sun Franlisco. His mother, Alice, came from New Jedo. She was gentle, generous, elegant, and popular in their community. As for his sister, Liana, she looked serious and mature but was quite lively in private.
However, there were problems with both his previous and current life. The most obvious point was that Sean and his father had a bad relationship, so he came to Las Angelos alone after graduating from high school as not wanting to live with his father was the biggest reason.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated the difficulties he would have to face in his independent life, to the point that he had fallen into this state. It seemed that it should be easy to make money if he had the advantage of being rebirthed, but it was unlikely. Although memories would not truly disappear from the brain, if the memory was not deep or forgotten, it would not only take a lot of time to recall and also a lot of stimulation.
Even so, if not for memories that left a deep impression, Sean would only remember fragments of it.
So, after Sean's rebirth, he did not have much advantage. He was more likely late to the thought. For example, when he realized he could buy some Macrosoft shares and wait for the value to rise, it was already past the cheapest price.
Although he had spent all his savings to go to Chana in 1996, he used the remaining 200 dollars to buy Macrosoft stocks. After he sold it in 1998, he only got 1000 dollars after deducting taxes. It could not compare to his earnings from work during summer vacation. In the end, he had to borrow some from his friends. Only after buying a car did he gather enough cash to go to Las Angelos.
Of course, this did not mean he was very mediocre, but in fact, Sean's intuition was quite sensitive, thanks to the blessings of his previous life. For example, at the end of the fourth month of the year 1992, the school organized students to go to Las Angelos for extracurricular activities. Sean had a bad premonition, so he found an excuse and did not go. He even advised a few friends not to go, so he was lucky to avoid the riot instead of being stuck on the highway like the others for a night.
But no matter what, Sean did not admit defeat easily. He suddenly jumped up from the sofa, waved his hand fiercely, and growled at someone who was not in front of him, "I'll give it a try!"
"Hello, I am Sean Thomas. I have an appointment with Mr. Rogers." As Sean spoke to the young girl at the front desk, he sized up the hall.
It was very bright and neat, the plants in the corner were decorated nicely, and through the glass door, one could clearly see the streets of Annerly Hills. There were people who were well-dressed walking in and out, and there was indeed the atmosphere of a big company.
"Okay, Mr. Thomas. Please go to the third floor. The fifth compartment on the left of the elevator is where Mr. Rogers is." The young girl said immediately after the call.
She was about 20 years old, dressed in a gray professional outfit. Her hair was a soft brown, and her facial features were not bad. Although her smile was somewhat occupational, the freckles on her face made her extremely cute.
"Thank you." Sean nodded, then pointed to her ear and said, "Do you know? I think you should change to a pair of earrings. A pair that has a brighter color."
"Oh?" The young girl looked at him with surprise and curiosity.
"Although your skin color is a bit darker, it looks very healthy and beautiful, but the earrings should not be close to the skin color. It will darken your complexion in comparison."
"Really?" She asked in surprise, her body leaning forward a little.
"Well, at least I think so." Sean raised his hands and put on a calm expression.
The young girl immediately realized something. She sat up straight and coughed a little shyly. She quickly changed to a business-like tone. "I understand. Thank you."
She paused and glanced at him again before lowering her voice again, saying, "My name is Sarah, Sarah Lithur."
"Nice to meet you, Sarah. See you later." Sean nodded and whistled in his heart. He then walked towards the elevator. In some ways, there was a huge difference between his previous life and this life.
When he reached the third floor, Sean quickly saw Frederick, who had stopped him on Friday afternoon. He was waving at him from a distance. "Here, Sean."
"Ha, I thought you would have your own office," Sean said as he walked to the compartment and glanced at the office with transparent glass.
He hadn't been idle for the past two days. Since he had decided to give it a try, he was willing to do some more detailed investigation. Perhaps there won't be a chance even if he prepared. But there were many things in the world that he couldn't predict. It was just like how he underestimated the difficulty of living alone, but if he wasn't prepared, he definitely wouldn't have a chance. If Sean had not started to have a goal from primary school by joining the Boy scouts or slowly saving up money through other ways, let alone moving out to be independent, he was afraid that he could not even afford a second-hand car.
Therefore, he had a general understanding of the profession as an agent. In a sense, they were intermediaries, mainly for those celebrities, such as movie stars, TV stars, and sports stars, to find jobs or promote them.
For example, to find the scripts they wanted, fight for a good role, pull strings, and so on. While agents generally drew 10 percent of the profit from the customers as commission.
It was worth mentioning that the agent and the manager were two different things. The former's main job was marketing, while the latter prioritized the person's image and work. In the beginning, these two positions were actually one, but in the sixth or seventies, many agents had destroyed many celebrities in order to make money and ignored customer development. It was said that the Eason himself had been deeply harmed, that was why they were slowly separated, and most of the time, the family of the clients were the managers.
Not to mention these specific things, under normal circumstances, agents who had their own office and assistants were all capable or had important clients. They might even be partners in the company. Those who sat in those small compartments were naturally ordinary managers. They also had some ordinary actors, but it was these ordinary managers and ordinary actors who supported the film industry in Antasey.