After the car door was slammed shut, Angela collapsed on the seat at once, her right hand was hanging softly and she couldn't lift it at all. She had only seen it on TV in her previous life, and she was very envious of the scene. Can only complain of discomfort.
Signed 2,671 records in 3 hours, which is quite a good result. The highest record is only more than 3,000 records. Of course, it was a bit of a coincidence. What she signed was not her full name, but a deformed symbol. The AM, after all, the name of Miss AM has been known to everyone after the release of two EPs.
Although the results seem to be mediocre, in fact, the number of signed records is not even half of the total number of people, which means that there are at least 6,000 fans at the scene! This was something Angela didn't expect. When singing on the stage, looking at the dense crowd below, she couldn't help feeling like she was in a dream.
Many fans were disappointed because they didn't get autographs. The girl can only say sorry about it. First, 3 hours is the limit. Second, in addition to boys and girls, there are also a few uncle-level characters, no matter what they are. Whether it was for her own children to sign, Angela always felt that the eyes they looked at her were a bit strange. Psychological effect? who knows! So... forget it.
"We can go." Sparrow sat in the co-pilot at this time, and nodded to David and Angela who were driving, "Everyone is gone, people from the record company, media reporters, etc."
"Anyone gone?" Angela asked.
"There's no one left."
After getting a positive answer, the dark black one started. This is the new car that my father arranged. Even if there are hidden paparazzi outside, they will not recognize it.
"You look tired, Angie." Sparrow said suddenly, looking at the girl in the rearview mirror.
"What?" Angela, who was leaning on the back and squinting her eyes and almost fell asleep, asked confusedly, and then she reacted and yawned: "Yes, after all, the autograph followed immediately after the debut, a little bit. Some can't stand it."
"Have you ever thought about it, Angie, maybe you can take a break from other jobs for now. You have so many things to do, screenwriting, movies, singing, etc. You only turned 13 last month." Sparrow continued to look at the rearview mirror and said.
"What's the matter? What did Mom and Dad mean? Or did the National Association for the Protection of Children come to you again?" Angela asked with a wink.
"No, it's just my personal opinion." Sparrow shook his head, "After all, kids your age are still in school, even very famous child stars—such as Macaulay King, It won't be as busy as you, so it won't be good for your growth."
"Thank you, Uncle Sparrow, thank you for your concern," Angela laughed and stretched comfortably, "but please don't treat me like a 13-year-old, I know what I'm doing, I You know what I want to do, please don’t worry about me, okay? If you’re just worried about the intensity of work, don’t forget, I’m still protected by the Children’s Law!”
"Well, I'm just stating my opinion." Sparrow shrugged, and then said, "But can I tell Mr. Jared?"
"Oh, of course, it doesn't matter. I hope so. He is often late for so many days. If he can come back early because he wants to talk to his daughter alone, that would be great." Speaking of which, the girl began to complain, causing both the manager and the driver to burst into laughter.
"Okay, I'm going to take a nap now, please call me when I get home." Angela said, lying down on the seat, turning her face and closing her eyes.
Mr. Sparrow should be issued a good person card, Angela thought, he must not know that after 7 or 8 years, there will be many examples of acting and singing or singing and acting. But it's a bit earlier, of course, I can't be like those two-sided people who can't play a full-time actor or sing a full-time singer. If you want to become a legend, even if your innate conditions are good enough, you still have to work hard! But what would Mr. Sparrow look like if he knew that he was planning to become a director and a producer at the same time
Speaking of which, the books about directing that I bought always seemed dizzying, although when she was in New Zealand, as long as she didn't have her role, she would carefully observe Ms. Campion's way of directing and adjusting the scene and how Guide to shoot, but always look at the flowers in the fog. Well, maybe I'm in a hurry, maybe I can buy a camcorder or a camera and shoot independently first? Alas, if only there was DV now... While thinking about it, Angela finally fell asleep.
When she woke up again, the car had entered the yard and stopped at the gate. Angela rubbed her eyes and got up from the seat. After greeting Sparrow and David, the girl got out of the car and went to the gate. Running, Jennifer, who had already got the news, was waiting for her with milk and a hot towel as she used to wait for her after school.
After taking the milk and drank it, and wiping her face with a hot towel to relieve her fatigue, Angela couldn't wait to ask, "Aunt Jennifer, where is mom?"
"Madam is in the living room, and..." Before the housekeeper's words could be finished, the girl had already rushed in, causing her to shake her head and smile bitterly.
The potbellied Elena was sitting on the sofa in the living room at this time. Seeing her daughter came back, she was about to wave hello when Angela jumped over with cheers. Of course, she carefully avoided her mother's stomach and knelt on the sofa. He put his arms around his mother's neck, and then kissed Elena on the face. Then he hurriedly lowered his head and put his ears on his mother's belly. The monkey sounded anxiously, since she knew what was in her mother's belly. After twins, it always does.
For this mischievous daughter, Elena could only smile bitterly and gently stroke her head: "Okay, dear, don't do this."
"Are they asleep? Why can't I hear anything?" Angela blinked and looked at her mother, her voice softened a lot, as if she was afraid of waking up the two little guys.
"Yeah, fell asleep, so don't disturb them, okay?" Elena sighed.
"Maybe I can hear their snoring?" Angela still put her head on her mother's stomach and refused to get up.
"Okay, you can listen," Elena finally rolled her eyes, "but before that, let's hear what Mr. George wants to talk to you about, okay?"
Angela blinked a little dazedly, then reacted and raised her head abruptly. On the opposite sofa, an embarrassed George Wells was sitting.
"Jo... Mr. George!" The girl was a little stunned. She was thinking about her mother. She didn't realize that there was anyone else in the room. She jumped up quickly, sat upright with a blushing face, and stammered to explain: "Hold... I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were also..."
"It's okay, it's nothing," George smiled and waved his hand, as if to drive away the previous embarrassment, "Miss Angela has always given me the image of being calm like a little adult, and it's rare to see innocence. On the other hand, it looks like I'm still lucky, don't I?"
The girl pouted and said with a slight dissatisfaction, "Are you complimenting me or mocking me, Mr. George?"
George smiled and spread his hands, but did not speak.
At this time Elena stood up: "Okay, Chris, I won't interrupt your conversation with Mr. George."
"Okay, Mom, be careful." Angela supported her mother until Jennifer came over and took Elena's arm before letting go, and after watching her mother enter the back room, she did it again, looking towards the George waiting.
"Is there something wrong with the script? Mr. George?" the girl said with a light cough.
"Yes, and no." George shrugged.
"Oh?"
"Let's put it this way, Mr. Anthony has completed the psychologist's content on the basis of your original script. I think this script is very novel and worth investing in!" He paused, and then said seriously: "But I hope You can play this part, Miss Angela!"
"What?" The girl's eyes widened, somewhat ironically, "How did you think of letting me play this role? Mr. George? Or—" She thought about it, "You want me to play that little boy instead?"
"No no no, Angela," George shook his head repeatedly, "I mean, we can rewrite the script and change the boy to a girl!"
Without waiting for Angela to speak, he immediately continued: "I have discussed with the screenwriters of the company, and they all have a positive opinion about changing it to a girl. In this way, the humanistic care of the film will appear more heavy."
"But at the same time, the impact will be smaller. After all, the appeal of a little boy coming out of such a strange thing is stronger than that of a little girl. After all, men are born with God... Strong." The girl said at the end, her tone couldn't help but be a little bit Slightly sour.
"Then it depends on your acting skills, Angela, girls also have a strong side, don't they?" George smiled slyly, "Like someone in front of me?"
"Are you referring to me?"
"No, I'm talking about Lady Elena."
Angela rolled her eyes, she was a little hesitant about George's opinion.
"You don't have to answer me now, Miss Angela," George also saw it and shrugged: "You can seriously think about it, of course, from my personal point of view, I hope you can play, I think... "
After a long pause, he continued: "I think you can leave a classic screen image for the audience!"