The Legendary Actor - Chapter 40

Vanity Fair had been hosting Oscar night since 1994, a party that has transcended the Academy Awards and become the most important annual social event, attracting attention from around the world. The Sunset Tower Hotel has become another landmark in Los Angeles, and many movie lovers come here to get a glimpse of the star-studded picture.

The big red and black decoration style reveals a modern atmosphere, and the pale yellow lighting fills the hotel lobby with lazy intimacy. Someone was whispering whether a person on the burgundy sofa chair on the left-hand side was a certain Hollywood star waiting for his room card.

Obviously, the Sunset Tower’s location is the main reason why the hotel is the venue for Oscar night, more than the hotel itself, as it is less than a mile away – east of Sunset Boulevard to the famous Hollywood Boulevard – the Avenue of Stars, the Kodak Theatre, and the Chinese Theatre.

Antony Cliff, a thirty-six years old dude, was standing at the counter as the lobby manager with a panoramic view of the venue, seeing every customer coming in and out, making sure that every aspect of the service was spot on. At this moment, he saw a group of people walking through the doors.

The man in front of him was slender and tall, with a light blue shirt and a light gray pullover sweater, revealing a hint of elegance in his casualness.

The man is followed by a luggage boy, a dark brown rattan hand-woven suitcase, and a hat box, the details of which made Anthony straighten his back – before was him was obviously an upper-class British aristocrat.

Behind that man, a baby-faced man dressed in a hoodie and jeans was curiously surveying the hotel’s dcor; there was also a man with a work jacket and white T-shirt who was nonchalantly scanning his surroundings, as if he were judging his own situation.

They … should be actors. Antony made a judgment call. The last thing Los Angeles lacks is actors, from prima donnas to top actors, the list is endless.

At that moment, the man in front of him stopped in his tracks and looked around slowly and politely. Antony’s heart sank slightly.

At the same time, the baby-faced man also stopped and stood aside; the man in the white t-shirt seemed not to notice and walked straight ahead, and only after several steps did he come back to his senses and shouted in a loud voice, “It’s on the 14th floor, we can go straight up.”

So, that man was an actor too? But his mind could not find the names of any actor who had come there.

In a flash, Antony made his judgment, stepping forward quickly and stopping three paces diagonally in front of the leader, “Good afternoon, and welcome to the Sunset Tower Hotel. How may I help you?”

It was the first time that Renly had ever been in the heart of Los Angeles, Hollywood, and the excitement of the strangeness of it all made his steps quicker.

However, the emotion that was raging inside him was not expressed in any other way.

He had been educated to be polite and gentlemanly in front of the public, and had attended numerous social occasions with noblemen since he was a child.

At the sound of the greeting, Renly withdrew his gaze and politely bowed in response, his gaze falling on the person’s badge, “Antony, we are here to attend “The Pacific”.”

Polite but not too intimate, concise but revealing enough, with a hint of concentration in the casualness. A simple answer reveals a very different temperament that could only be inherited, one of the stark differences between the cultures of British actors and American actors.

“No, you’re not late.” Antony didn’t mince words as he remained courteous. He made a gesture of invitation, “The makeup team has just arrived and they are on the 14th floor. Please allow me to show you the way. Sir, …?”

Antony left a blank that Renly finished filling, “Hall.”

“Mr. Hall.” Antony said, smiling, and walked ahead to lead the way.

Rami and James stood looking at each other in dismay, not understanding what was happening. Somehow Antony took the initiative to be friendly and even led them all the way to the fourteenth floor, where they arrived at the three rooms rented by “The Pacific” crew – “Hall”, “Hall”, and another “Hall” – two for makeup and one for the interview. After dropping them off at their destination, Antony turned around and just left. Still, it was a treatment that was definitely reserved for VIPs.

After the tip, Renly turned around and saw the puzzled faces of Rami and James, “What the hell is going on? Why did they send us up here themselves?”

Renly shrugged his shoulders with a light smile, “You could interpret it as dedicated service, or perhaps the attraction of the tips makes them willing to put in the effort.” James had a look of enlightenment at this explanation, and Rami felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t say it, and as Renly pushed through the door, he could only follow.

Antony walked into the elevator, and the baggage boy next to him who endured all this while finally couldn’t hold back, “Tony, was that some big shot? Why did you send him up here yourself?”

Antony gave a big smile, “Even if it’s not now, it certainly will be in the future.” It’s an investment, and although his work is not directly related to the actors, as a hotel lobby manager, he is a relay station for information about this circle, and the more big names he knows, the more valuable his work becomes.

In his opinion, that Mr. Hall just now had a superstar potential. Although it was only a brief conversation, his spider senses were tingling so much, they went on overload, so this is why he made a decisive choice.

The young baggage boy came to his senses, but then said, “What if he still doesn’t succeed in the future? ”

“Then I have nothing to lose. “Antony couldn’t help but laugh lightly, and the luggage boy thought hard about it, only then he came to really understand. How to build relationships, even elusive ones, is an incredibly profound subject.

“At least he’s a generous tipper.” The baggage boy touched the ten dollars in his pocket, which was usually five dollars at most.

Several makeup artists were scattered in different corners of the sofa, preparing their makeup work and getting ready to go; three chairs were placed next to them, and the hair stylists were playing with their tools.

In the bedroom across the hall, a few people could be heard chatting loudly, presumably other actors who were preparing to participate in the publicity.

“You three, two of you start freshening up, and one of you go to the next door and change into your costumes.” The crew’s chief dramaturg, Darin Rivetti, came over, his eyes on James, not looking at Renly at all and not communicating with him either, “None of your agents are following you, are they?” Darin tried to confirm. The three people all shook their heads together. They are nobodies, even if there is an agent, the agent will not follow their shadow. The most they could expect at this stage is telephone call, “Then the framework of the questions, you have to take a look for yourselves. If there is a problem, before accepting the interview, go over and ask Gary, or else, if something goes wrong, then you will be responsible for the consequences.”

Gary Goetzman was the executive producer of “The Pacific” who stayed with the crew throughout filming.

Renly didn’t care about Darin’s hands-off attitude and turned to the two men, “How about I go change my clothes first.” A long flight over, while there is still time, it is best to shower and wash off the dust, otherwise the first official meeting with the media might leave a bad impression.

“No problem.” James said briskly, and Rami nodded his head in the affirmation.

Within two minutes of entering the room, Renly turned around and walked out again – the next room was a special dressing room.

A tall and slim woman was standing there in the corridor. The playful light revealed a decadent and unpretentious temperament. The neat short hair followed the slightly drooping head to cover half of her face. Faintly visible from the hair was a hidden earring with a form that looked like a skull. Her white T-shirt was paired with black jeans with holes, with the final touch being a cowhide jacket which perfectly outlined a rebellious and stubborn spirit about the wearer.

The girl raised her right hand, scratched her hair vigorously, turned her head, and then saw a stranger in the corridor, her smoky eyes showing a glow, and a smile on her lips.