"Damn, Hyde, you can't hurry up. If you drag on, we can only shoot the skirts of female stars!" Fox, a reporter from The New York Times, complained loudly about his partner, watching the rolling traffic outside, unable to help Heart is on fire.
"Be calm, Fox, shouldn't you be happy to see traffic comparable to New York in Los Angeles?" Hyde said calmly, holding the steering wheel.
"Damn, can't you be a little passionate? Why did the editor-in-chief let you, a gentle guy, be my partner!" Fox waved his hand vigorously.
"It's because you are so passionate that Mr. Lawrence asked me to be your partner. You should learn to understand his painstaking efforts." Hyde shrugged, seeing that the other party seemed to be going crazy, and looked at the car again. At the same time, suddenly the steering wheel began to move forward: "Okay, we can hurry up."
The sudden acceleration made Fox almost rush forward. Fortunately, the seat belt held him, but he didn't say much. Anyway, he made the acceleration by himself. Now as long as he can get there as soon as possible.
After finding a parking space and parking the car, the two finally came to the outside of the Los Angeles Music Center despite the equipment. The red carpet has been rolled out, and the police are maintaining order. Seeing that the two sides of the aisle are already crowded with reporters, Fox can't help but think again. Complaining, but fortunately, he soon saw a familiar figure, so he waved to Hyde and walked over together.
"Hey man, how about a spot." He patted the bearded shoulder hard.
"Damn, where is there..." When Beard could see who it was, he immediately changed his tone, "It's rare, how many times is this for you, Fox? I and when there was news in the past, you were always the first to arrive. , but how has the countdown changed recently?"
"Shut your mouth, Tony! I'm only asking for a spot right now!" Fox said, putting his equipment down and setting up the camera.
"You guy, am I obliged to let you go?" Having said that, he instructed his partner to move the camera equipment to the side, so that the nearby reporters began to move their positions and complained one after another. .
However, Fox, one of the parties involved, had no sense of shame at all. After he took off the equipment and observed the angle, he introduced his new partner to Tony: "See, this is my new partner, Hyde Seed, I've been counting down since the editor-in-chief made him my partner."
"That's unfortunate, but I think I can understand what your editor-in-chief is doing. He doesn't want his excellent employees to always have car accidents or something, even if they never get hurt." Tony laughed, and then extended to Hyde. Shot: "Hello, Hyde, I'm..."
"Tony Lawn, the famous reporter of the entertainment page of the Los Angeles Times, I know, it's a pleasure to meet you." Hyde smiled and shook hands with him, bowing slightly and looking very gentlemanly.
"Famous? Maybe, compared to someone who crashed their car three times in a month, I'm obviously not hard enough." Tony shrugged and said jokingly.
"Don't talk about this again. If you have time to chew your tongue, why don't you think about how to get some meaningful answers from those well-dressed guys later." Fox said with a snort.
"for example?"
"For example, Her Royal Highness."
"His Royal Highness? Forget it, Fox, Her Royal Highness has always kept silent on those questions."
"It depends on your questioning skills, Tony," Fox spread his hands.
"I'm sorry, who are you talking about, Her Royal Highness?" At this moment, a voice interjected, it was Tony Lawn's assistant, who looked like he was twenty-five or six years old, and should be an intern.
"Who else could it be? Who else could it be besides the wealthy daughter, the youngest Grammy winner, and the youngest Oscar nominee?" Fox shrugged.
"Then... how could it be Her Royal Highness? After all, her grandfather is..." The young man was about to tell the difference, but was interrupted by Tony: "Okay, Bill, don't buy your poor knowledge, you have that skill. , you might as well check the camera in your hand, and don't have any problems when shooting!"
After speaking, he shook his head and introduced his assistant to Fox: "Bill Black, who has just been working at the newspaper for less than two months. The supporters of Her Royal Highness always like to cite scriptures, and God knows how they can be stuffed to me."
"Ha, do you have a headache too?" Fox teased him this time.
"But what's wrong with liking her?" Bill continued to chime in. "Look at how heart-wrenching her weakness is in The Sixth Sense..."
"Okay, Bill!" Tony had to interrupt again, "I know you like her a lot! I like her too, and I'm sure Fox likes her too, but it's pointless to dwell on being a princess or not, we are Americans, who are not interested in those traditional British things, have no interest at all, even if she has no royal blood, those who like her can still call her Her Royal Highness."
"Well, actually, what I mean is that we must have a rigorous attitude towards some things, otherwise how can we guarantee the authenticity of the news?" Bill spread his hands and continued.
Tony rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk at all, while Fox burst into laughter, causing his colleagues around him to look sideways. Poor Bill could only stare at the two of them incomprehensibly until Hyde patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry so much, Bill, for the big newspapers, the daily news is strictly checked, and only the tabloids use some horrible headlines as gimmicks."
"And not only internal supervision, last year's "Los Angeles Evening News" incident..." Tony muttered, looking at Bill, and suddenly wanted to tease him: "To be honest, I think as the heir to the Rod Park Group, there is a The creative team behind the scenes is also very likely."
"I agree with this too." How could Fox not know what the other party was thinking, and immediately agreed.
"But others have denied it!" Bill frowned to argue.
"Okay, okay, there's no point in arguing about this." It was Hyde who came out to smooth things out. Although Tony wanted to say a few more words, there was a commotion in front of him, and some stars had already started to enter.
"Okay, boy, cheer up, your idol has three nominations." Tony said, holding up the camera, and began to "hunt" his target.
Every Oscar is full of stars, and the 66th is no exception. The two actors, Robert De Niro and Al Pacino, came together enough to attract a lot of attention, not to mention the other Countless handsome men and beauties murdered countless films of journalists. It is a pity that Holly Hunter, who was nominated for both Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress at the same time, had to be absent from this awards ceremony because she had to give birth at home. What a gimmick it would be if she appeared on the red carpet with Emma Thompson, who was also nominated for both Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress.
An RV stopped in front of the passage at this time, the waiter stepped forward and opened the door, then supported the small hand sticking out from inside, followed by a girl who got out of the car door and stepped on the red carpet, wearing royal blue shoulders. One-piece evening dress, her height of 4 feet 8 inches makes her look well-proportioned, her golden brown hair hangs lazily on her shoulders, her emerald eyes can only be described as charming, and her elf-like delicate face is long gone. The charming and naive in the past, it can be said that now she has the conditions that a stunner should have.
With a smile, the girl let go of the waiter's hand and walked towards the door of the music center. There were constant clicks along the way, and the shutters of the reporters did not stop. Although bursts of flashing lights dazzled people's eyes, the girl waved her hand while waving. As he walked, he just smiled and didn't answer the reporters' questions.
"His Royal Highness, what do you expect from your three Oscar nominations?"
"His Royal Highness, are all your works really created by yourself?"
"your Highness… "
"your Highness… "
The reporters still handed over the microphone reluctantly and asked questions that might not be answered until a sudden voice rang out: "Miss Angela, is it because you didn't answer the questions that questioned you? Guilty?"
The surprised look flashed by, the girl looked at the source of the voice, it was a reporter who was desperately handing the microphone forward, and the excitement on his face made him look a little distorted.
Angela still kept smiling and did not slow down her pace because of this. This kind of reporter is the most annoying. No matter how he answered, he could always interpret the opposite meaning from it, so he added fuel to the report, so from the beginning She made up her mind not to answer any questions, so in the end there was only a clicking sound on her back.
"Hello, Miss Angela, your seat is No. 14 in row 4. I can take you there if needed." The waiter at the door said with a smile.
"Thank you, I can go by myself." Angela nodded politely. Although the other party kept smiling, she always felt that there was something hidden in that smile. Did she think too much
Angela squeezed her fist hard, then let it go. She wanted to let out a long sigh. Could it be that the daughter of a wealthy family cannot achieve this kind of achievement
Thinking about what happened before, she felt that she was too unlucky, but she was watching a horse race with her grandfather, how could she have gotten to this point