Irritability, anxiety, anxiety, this is the true portrayal of Angela now. After returning home, she could suppress her emotions until before dinner, but after returning to the room, she began to feel sullen, and could not wait to find a sandbag to swirl a few times. fist! Because Sparrow told her that "Little Ghosts" had signed with Disney, and if she wanted to get it back, she could only breach the contract. To be honest, she really wanted to do this, but the problems that came with it were not easy to handle.
Heck! Who the hell put the two scripts together? ! The girl slammed the piano lid shut, and the music she was playing was disorganized. Angela swore that she absolutely kept the two scripts separate, but why did they go to the same folder? !
The girl stood up with clenched brows, and the breeze from the balcony could not soothe her restless heart. The reason for this is to put it bluntly because I have no self-confidence. The script has been changed over and over and it is still in my hands. It is still my own original work. Although I borrowed a lot of classic scenes from the future, in case it doesn't work. How about being popular? What if the box office fails? These thoughts kept hitting her head all the time.
It can't be said that her concerns are wrong, after all, the script writing is not like her musical talent is really possessed, and even if her original music is flawed, it is tolerable under the halo of those classic songs, which is similar to script writing. It is different after all. But in her current state, she is really insane. Perhaps at this moment, the knock on the door rang softly, Angela was stunned, and finally restrained her erratic thoughts: "Please come in."
Entering is Annie. She carried a small plate with a few snacks and mixed juices in it.
"I saw that you didn't eat much at dinner, so I wanted to bring you some snacks. If you feel hungry, you can have a piece," Annie explained.
"Thank you, Annie, just put it on the coffee table." Angela smiled. Although she still had no appetite, it was really nice to have such a caring partner. Then, her heart suddenly tightened. Looking at Annie who packed up the room as usual after putting the plate on the coffee table. A thought suddenly and inexhaustibly popped up.
"Annie..." After thinking about everything, she finally opened her mouth, but her voice was somber.
"What's the matter?" Annie raised her head, not noticing the change in the girl.
"Do you know my script? It's the one I've been revising." Angela stared at her and said slowly, "You know... where did it go?"
"Is that "Little Ghosts and Thieves"?" Annie thought for a while, "I think I put it in the same folder as "Fate and Destined", I saw it the day before yesterday..."
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Before she could finish. Angela's cold voice rang out. Anne froze for a moment. Looking at the girl didn't know what to say. "I asked why you didn't tell me?!" The girl wanted to talk properly, but suddenly, the emotions she had been suppressing burst out, as if something was burning in her chest. "You! Know! No! Know! Know! How much trouble this has caused me! Do you know how troubled I am now! Who made you mess with my things!"
At the end, she was almost yelling, Annie pursed her lips, lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly: "I'm sorry."
"Is it useful?! Is it useful to say sorry! Get me out!"
Until Annie ran out quickly and tremblingly, the girl was still panting and staring at the door, as if she was about to stare out a hole. It was like this. Did she not know what the script meant? Does she wonder how much it will hit her if she fails? ! she…
Angela suddenly sat down in the chair in frustration, and then slapped her head sharply: You idiot, what are you mad at her, how could she know this!
The girl stood up and sat down, stood up and sat down again, and after a few times, she finally opened the door. After making sure that there was no one in the corridor, she reached out and knocked on the door of the opposite room. But she hesitated after raising her hand, and finally grabbed the door handle and twisted it slightly.
No lights were turned on in the room, it was hazy, only a gleam of light appeared from the crack of the bathroom door, and there was a faint sound of sobbing. This made Angela feel distressed for a while, she didn't understand how she was so dizzy just now. The girl closed the door gently, walked to the bathroom door again, took a deep breath and opened it with a click. Annie, who was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, and quickly turned her back. , said in a vague voice: "Who came in?"
She glanced at the mirror secretly, and then hurriedly said: "I'm fine, I'm fine, Angie, I..."
Angela stepped forward quickly, hugged Annie from behind, and said with deep guilt: "I'm sorry, Annie, I'm very, very sorry, I'm a bastard!"
"No, Angie, it's me..." Annie wanted to turn around, but the girl covered her mouth, put her head on her shoulder, and said softly, "Listen to me, actually... I'm Fear of failure..."
At this moment, her heart suddenly clears up, the girl suddenly understands how she is, yes, she is afraid of failure, she is lost in the aura of genius brought by "plagiarism", on the one hand, she wants to prove that she has the ability to write scripts ; On the one hand, I am afraid of the pressure brought by failure, so I am afraid to take it out after changing the script one by one.
In fact, what if it fails? Who has never failed? As long as the script is close to her average level, can anyone say anything? Hollywood is indeed a realistic place, not to mention that there are still many ideas recorded in her secret box, it is easy to turn over, even if the film company does not use her script, can't she produce it independently
"...So I'm really a complete bastard. I'm so proud that I don't want to accept a little failure." Angela murmured, not only for Annie, but also for herself Listen, "Can you forgive me, Annie?"
She gently pulled the other person's body, Annie's eyes were red, and her eyelashes were still dripping with tears, but the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her soft expression seemed to tell Angela that she had not cared about it.
The girl stroked her face gently, then kissed away the remaining tears, pressed her forehead, and whispered, "Thank you, Annie, thank you for forgiving me."
"It's nothing, Angie, really," Annie whispered, "but if you have such troubles in the future, you can tell me, I will never say it, you know."
"Yes, I know." Angela said softly, and suddenly lowered her head and kissed Annie's lips. Although the kiss was not too deep, she just sucked her lower lip a little, but Annie's eyes were still wide open.
"Okay, is this a promise I made to you? And you have to promise me, if you have something on your mind, tell me, okay?" The girl said with a smile.
Annie looked at her, smiled at last, and nodded affirmatively.
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the next day. Angela still went to Disney with Sparrow. Although she didn't care about whether she would fail, she still had to improve the script - the one that was taken was slightly flawed - at least the level of the script should be maintained at an average level. above the line.
Even without an appointment, George Wells still invited her to the office and turned down several other appointments. Disney could get more of Angela's scripts, all because of the good foundation laid at the beginning. Naturally There is no need to do anything to maintain the relationship.
"Are you saying that some changes are needed?" George asked a little surprised after giving the girl a glass of water. It was the first time to know such a thing.
"Yes, I want some plots to be more fun and clean up at the same time." Angela explained, but after looking at the other party's dubious expression, she simply admitted: "Well, it's like this. , Before Jack brought it over, my maid mistakenly put the revised manuscript in when she was tidying up my room, so what you got in your hand was not my final manuscript."
After a pause, she said: "I didn't bring the last revised manuscript today, because I just thought of two very interesting ideas yesterday, and I want to add them."
"So… "
"No more than this week, I promise!"
"Okay, then there's no problem." George nodded, then pressed the answering machine on the table: "Joe, it's me, now you go to the editing team and take the script of "Little Ghosts and Thieves" to the front desk, Angie Miss La will take it with her when she leaves."
"Okay, sir." After listening to the voice from the answering machine, Angela stood up with a smile: "Thank you, George."
"It's nothing, it should be." George stood up and sent her out, asking casually as he walked, "By the way, Angie, do you really have no problem with the selection of actors?"
The girl raised her head and looked at each other with a half-smile, how could she not guess what he was thinking: "You want to invite me to be the protagonist?"
"Why not?" Although the idea was guessed, George didn't feel embarrassed. "This is your script. I'm afraid no one has a deeper understanding of the characters than you, just right!"
"That's the statement again," Angela curled her lips, "I remember you said the same when you persuaded me to take over "The Sixth Sense"."
"But that also proves me right, doesn't it?" George said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, I'll think about it, this answer should be okay?" The girl shrugged.
"I'll be more satisfied if you can agree with certainty." He sighed when there was a loud noise in front of him.
"Mr. Andy, we agreed, but why did we change our minds in the middle? You have to give me an explanation, right?!"
"Okay, Stephen, we didn't cancel the shoot, we just postponed it, understand? It's just postponed."
"No no no, Mr. Andy, this is the third delay. When are you going to delay it? Is it the end of the world?"
"Watch your words! Mr. Stephen!"
"Okay, I don't want to offend you, but this is going too far anyway!"
What happened? George and Angela looked at each other and walked over immediately. In the middle of the staff passage, a thin middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt was talking to another man who looked like a slightly fat supervisor. The man was waving his arms and looking very excited.
The girl knew the supervisor. It is Andy, the deputy manager of the production department. I have dealt with him. As for the middle-aged man, I don't know, but from the conversation just now, we can tell that the other party is the director or producer.
"That's Stephen Sommers, our contracted director, who is also a writer and producer." George explained to her in a low voice, then quickly stepped forward: "What happened? This is the work area!" At the same time Glancing around. Those who raised their heads from time to time to look at the excitement immediately put their heads down.
"Mr. George, it's better for you to come." Stephen immediately said to George over Andy, probably meaning that the original touchstone promised to invest in a movie he wrote and directed, and also signed a contract. However, it has not been fulfilled for a long time, and the contract has not written details about this aspect, so it has been delayed, which makes Stephen very dissatisfied. After repeated delays, he finally couldn't help coming to the company to ask for an explanation.
"You know, Mr. Stephen. Film studios always have their own budgets. The original contract was very clear that the investment would only be made when the budget was sufficient. Now the budget has been scheduled for the end of the year, so it is slightly delayed. It's within the prescribed limits!" George felt that he didn't need to explain at all. This is clearly written in the contract.
"No no no, Mr. George, I've waited too long, I can't wait any longer..." Stephen tried hard to convince the other side, so Angela on the side could not help shaking her head secretly, this is Hollywood, unless someone Appreciate you, otherwise, no matter how hard you try, you may not be able to get a chance.
"Okay, Mr. Stephen, that's it. If the company's budget is left over, you will be notified." George was a little impatient.
Stephen was anxious and frustrated. He raised his hand and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and then his eyes fell on Angela beside George.
"Is it because of this talented girl?" He suddenly pointed at the girl, which made Angela frown.
"Oh, yes, yes, the talented girl has a new script, right?! And there's more than one right?!" Stephen said with some gaffe, "Yes, yes, the film company will only focus on these so-called so-called As a genius, even if he loses money, he doesn't care!"
Angela's brows furrowed deeper. Although she was very angry, she still suppressed her words. Maybe he was indeed a talented guy, and it was indeed because of her two scripts that he couldn't get investment.
George's face changed slightly, and he said immediately, "Okay, Mr. Stephen, please leave here, otherwise I'll call the security!"
"I'll leave, you don't need to call me! I have legs!" Stephen looked really shocked, and in the end he even sneered: "I don't know how long this talented girl can be a genius, from the family background, maybe she can continue to be a genius, Maybe she could write more variety, even fully masculine films!"
This remark finally angered Angela, so if there was a little guilt before, then this guilt has now been completely thrown out of the sky. If only a few people were present, she would only laugh it off, but the scene So many people just slapped her in public.
It's really self-defeating! Without waiting for George to speak, the girl said coldly, "Do you want to confirm?"
This made everyone around him stunned, and followed Angela to look at Andy: "Mr. Andy, I need a few typists who use a computer to type, fast and accurate, and have good hearing."
Andy immediately looked at George, and after the other party nodded, he quickly found three employees with good typing speed around, arranged to sit down in front of the nearest computer, and heard the girl say: "Now I say, please Write it down word for word, and it’s best not to omit anything, because I may not be able to write down every detail after I finish speaking.”
This remark immediately caused a sensation, and the other employees who were already honest immediately turned their eyes to this side, and Angela cleared her throat and started to read:
"Act 1, exterior, overcast, sun blocked, then transition, blurred vista, a man smoking a cigarette.
Voiceover 1: General! We have suffered heavy casualties and can't stand it anymore!
The scene changes, the 6 soldiers carry the coffin forward under the gloomy sky, and then the national flag is lowered; the scene changes again, the smoking man gradually becomes clear, stands up from the chair, and then the picture changes, only the explosion of fire and smoke.
Voiceover 1: General Hammer! We need support!
Voiceover 2: Don't worry, boys, I won't let you down!
…
The girl walked back and forth in the aisle of the staff, her eyes were out of focus, and she kept spitting out paragraphs of sentences from her mouth. She had memorized this script many times, and although she still couldn't memorize it all, she seemed to be helping her at this time. , did not fall at all, she has fully entered the state.
The script that Angela dictated is "Breaking the Dead Island"! A long time ago, she was thinking about how to write those masculine movie scripts. She really didn't want to be guessed, but she never had a chance. I didn't expect to bump into one today. In this case, she You are welcome.
General Hammer: My soldiers died without compensation and no corresponding medals!
…
Stanley: Why don't you just tell them where the microfilm is so they can get out
John: Once they knew where the microfilm was, they would kill me instead of letting me out.
…
General Hammer: The operation is over, and the consequences of these will be borne by me alone!
…
Finally, the girl stopped, relieved as if she had just woken up from a dream, then raised her head and looked around, everyone looked at her with inexplicable eyes, except for the typist who was still typing - the number had increased to 5 .
"What's the matter, should it be considered okay?" Angela spread her hands, and there was a flood of applause all around, including George, this scene was really surprising.
The girl nodded to everyone with a smile, then glanced at Stephen, who was still leaning against the wall. The other's face was pale, like a wooden pestle, which made Angela feel a little pity. I'm sorry, you brought it on yourself.