From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Aaron Taylor-Johnson let out a long breath, reluctantly turning back to look at the set, his face filled with disappointment and unwillingness, his shoulders drooping heavily.

This scene fell into Logan Lerman's eyes. He couldn't understand it. He tilted his head to look at Aaron, and cautiously asked.

"Are you unhappy?"

Aaron shrugged lightly, noncommittal.

Logan was puzzled, "But, why?"

Aaron looked back at the set again with nostalgia, "Today is the first day of filming, the only time we're all on set. I thought I'd have a chance to watch Anson perform up close. God, I've been waiting for this day for so long, but I didn't expect..."

They were banished.

Logan pursed his lips, "But, Mom said they're filming elves fighting. We're too young to watch. We can watch when we're older."

Ten and twelve years old, despite the small age gap, Aaron had quietly awakened in some ways. He knew what 'elves fighting' meant, but looking at Logan's innocent eyes, he didn't know how to explain it. Frustrated, Aaron could only vaguely say.

"It's not because of that. They need some private space to complete the performance. Look, it's not just us, the entire crew is outside."

The bedroom was completely cleared out—

Only the cameraman and a camera were left behind, everyone else left.

Speaking of privacy, it wasn't that private. Both actors were well protected, with no risk of exposure. There was no need to worry at all.

The real reason was the nature of the scene. The two actors needed a space of their own to let their guard down and allow the chemistry to develop. Otherwise, saying sweet words in front of everyone always lacked a certain feeling.

Even the two directors both left the room.

However, for Aaron, this was undoubtedly disappointing news; but Heath wasn't worried. It didn't matter if he couldn't enjoy it up close on the set. Watching behind the monitor with the director was the same.

One layer, then another, Mackie and Eric were surrounded by a sea of people.

A small detail could show that, from 'Elephant' to 'Butterfly Effect', Anson was now the focus of attention within the crew as well.

Both Anson and Rachel needed to get rid of distractions and focus on their performances.

In fact, Rachel was worried. Ultimately, she lacked acting experience, and filming such intimate scenes right away was a challenge.

However, things were slightly different from what she imagined.

Before Rachel realized it, she had quietly fallen into it, wholeheartedly staring into Anson's eyes, completely immersed in it.

A little, then a little more, before her brain started working, words were already blurting out.

"Wow, that's great."

"Oh, God..."

Kayler raised her hand and gently stroked Evan's head. Evan buried his entire cheek in her shoulder. Her shoulders and neck could feel the hot breath, slightly itchy, as if butterflies were fluttering their wings. That kind of heat and intensity made her body tremble slightly uncontrollably.

A pure joy and thrill.

Kayler's fingers ran through Evan's hair, using her fingertips to feel the moisture and warmth.

"Where did you learn these new tricks?"

This sentence immediately alerted Evan—

Could it be that he had revealed himself? He wasn't the Evan from this timeline?

Evan sat up slightly, staring nervously at Kayler, his breathing a little short.

"What's wrong?"

"Is it... very strange? It's not, right?"

Hesitant, doubtful, anxious about gain and loss.

However, such shyness in Kayler's eyes seemed particularly lovely, her smile blooming without reservation, her pupils reflecting only happiness, her gaze moving carefully from top to bottom, using her eyes to trace the contours of the person in front of her.

Hair, forehead, nose, eyes.

So close, yet it seemed like she couldn't get enough of looking, intoxicated in happiness, her fingertips sliding down her hair, gently crossing Evan's cheek, slightly hot, almost burning her fingertips, and she couldn't help but curl them up.

But she didn't expect Evan to raise his cheek and lean over, rubbing his cheek against the back of her hand, a lingering attachment firmly binding the two together.

Kayler gently bit her lower lip, staring intently at Evan's eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips.

Pounce.

Evan rushed up, instantly shortening the distance between the two to zero, forehead to forehead, using skin to feel the temperature of skin.

Whoosh.

Her heart suddenly soared high, almost bursting, before she could react, fingertips intertwined with fingertips, holding tightly together, happiness exploding in her chest like bubbles, one after another.

It was at this moment that she saw the care and love in his eyes, following her like a shadow, unwilling to even blink.

And then.

She fell.

This scene made Mackie and Eric in front of the monitor hold their breath. Even though they had no directing experience, knew nothing about composition, camera movement, or storyboards, and didn't know how to guide the performance, they could still feel the oncoming chemistry, so rich and so strong that the air almost ignited.

Wait, what's going on?

Didn't they say they had no experience? Didn't they say they weren't sure themselves? Didn't they say they'd film it once to try it out? Didn't they say they had no guarantees?

The result?

The sparks in the air made their mouths dry. Even without any intense movements, or even too much physical contact, they could still feel the emotions burning, and they couldn't help but feel parched.

Is this really okay?

Mackie and Eric both lacked experience, staring at the monitor screen, completely sucked in. These two nerds had obviously never seen such a blushing scene, completely forgetting themselves, completely forgetting everything else—

Fortunately, there were still professionals on set who hadn't forgotten the follow-up, and before the two actors got into trouble, they dialed the phone according to the script.

Ring ring.

At this moment, the landline on the bedside table rang, breaking the atmosphere.

A shock!

Kayler and Evan were interrupted, and Mackie and Eric were also interrupted.

Behind the monitor, Heath could immediately notice the panicked expressions of the two rookie directors, one crossing his legs to cover himself up, the other leaning forward completely to cover himself up, their eyes filled with shyness—

As if they were the actors showing intimacy in front of the camera.

I don't know if the two of them now regret choosing this scene to start filming. It's a challenge for the two actors, and at the same time, it's an impact for the crew. Just look at the dryness on the set at this time to know.

No one is an exception.

However, Heath's attention only lingered briefly, and then he looked at the monitor again—

That's where the focus is.

Moreover, they didn't feel the commotion outside the bedroom, the performance was not interrupted, they were 100% immersed in it, and the scene continued.

Their eyes were completely glued to the screen.