"I'll see how the mastering is doing, and whether some people are slacking off. I'm the producer, you know." The emerald green eyes rolled, and she raised her chest to look at each other with a smile, Kate said. He closed the door of the room with a raised hand, walked straight to Angela without saying a word, took her face and kissed her heavily.
"God, this is in the studio!" Angela, who had recovered, tapped Kate angrily, and no matter how angry she looked, it was mostly coquettish.
"The correct way to say it is the inner room of the studio. I think the chance of someone breaking in when I kiss you shouldn't exceed 1%, right?" Kate said, wrapping her arms around Angela's waist in revenge. Lift up.
"Yeah!" Angela, who was dangling in the air, threw herself on Kate, and her nose was so close to the tip of her nose that she was annoyed by the ambiguity: "Unless the probability is equal to zero, there is a possibility of it happening, and from a mathematical point of view The probability of anything happening can only be infinitely closer to zero than equal to zero!"
"I don't know when you got so good at math?" Kate kissed her lips again before letting go of her hands.
"This is a simple logical relationship and has nothing to do with mathematics." Angela shrugged, then took a few steps back and folded her hands on her chest, looking up and down at Kate with a playful smile: "What? I met today but you didn't mention it. The topic has been talked about several times on the phone, don't you plan to ask the teacher for guilt?"
"Someone said she could wear it to me as long as I liked it, so what else is there to say?" Kate pursed her lips, "I'm thinking about what to wear to her for the Halloween party tomorrow."
"Wait, Kate, what did I do wrong," Angela quickly raised her hand, "I made it very clear in private! You can wear whatever you want me to wear in private, but not in public!"
"Ha, it looks like I'm special," Kate hummed softly, her eyes flashed with an unsure look and then she became relieved, she stepped forward and hugged Angela again, whispering in her ear: " I'm very happy, my dear."
Allah squeezed the arm she was holding her, lowered her eyes and looked away, and after a few seconds, she gently pushed the other party away and changed the subject: "To be honest, I think you act very well, although the mastering is very rough. But it's easier to see a person's acting skills."
"If you're talking about fighting moves, I believe that after so much training, I'm definitely not worse than others." Kate, who was looking at the screen, said with a little helplessness in her tone, "The problem is that you think it's good, but others may not be too. Feel good, Angie."
"What? Someone... said something?" Angela frowned slightly and gestured with both hands.
"No, no." Kate shook her head with a smile, "Everyone said I did a great job, and so did Mr. Ridley, it's just... You can ask an action-oriented actor to interpret the character's heart as well. What's the height?"
Angela was silent for a moment, and then patted Kate again: "Don't worry, Kate, we have time to take it slow, hone it little by little, and then accumulate it, then Uncle Oscar will naturally come to visit you obediently."
"You're always so comforting," Kate shrugged and sat next to her, "but what about your business?"
"That thing?" Angela twitched the corners of her mouth, "What else can I do, deal with it coldly as usual!"
I don't know if I should call it lucky or unlucky, but half of the whole thing unfolded according to the line she and Jonathan had negotiated, and the other half was completely irregular like Brownian motion.
To be more specific, in the eyes of the people around her, she and Jonathan seem to be in a cold war or not. Anyway, they are at odds with each other, and they hang up after a few words on the phone; but the problem is that one is on the east coast and the other is on the east coast. On the West Coast, the tabloids can't see the things that only the people around them know. It's their nature to chase gossip, and it's the gossip of Miss Genius! So many "well-informed people" and "informed people" have sprung up during this period!
Originally, these situations were all within expectations. Angela communicated with Jonathan in the spare time of filming "Memento". Anyway, as long as each other is careful, it will be fine, but when Miss Amelia is involved again, everything will be fine. Start to get out of control.
Obviously, this model is hyping herself up, and she has done a good job so far. She has performed quite well in front of the media, giving half-concealed answers to any question that every tabloid can decipher. What she wants, and when the public asks questions, she innocently took out the recording of the question and said that it was none of her business. Now she is no longer a mannequin, but signed a contract with a company and walked on T. tower.
Angela even thought that Amelia had planned to invite Jonathan to the hotel room for a long time, although she had long known that such things like using her own fame to hype might happen, but As long as it doesn't affect her life too much, it doesn't matter, but this woman has to make a look that may or may not be, and lead the trouble to Jonathan - his office has received a threatening letter, and he will be arrested after calling the police. The suspect in residence was a white male in his twenties and sixties, claiming to be Angela's FANS, and he sent a threatening letter because he was very upset with Jonathan's behavior - it interfered with the process of breaking up between the two, which was very annoying.
"I knew that if no one else was there, you must stay here! Is there nothing to play except this?" Angela, who pushed in the door, shouted, "Who is holding the key this time? Stolen?!"
"I didn't steal it, I just took it!" Willie raised her hand with a naughty smile on her pink face, while Ike shrank his neck and hurriedly crawled on the edge of the pool to put his hand in the water The fluttering dog Kaka was fished out.
"I really don't know what to say. At least I don't feel happy throwing my pet into a pool, especially an aquarium, when I'm your age." The two little guys who were giggling beside the water droplets thrown by the puppy, Angela, who was her sister, said helplessly.
"Sister is a genius, of course she wouldn't do such a childish thing!" Willie said old-fashioned with her hands on her hips and her head tilted.
Angela was too lazy to answer, and pressed hard on the heads of the two little devils: "Now go to the dining room for lunch immediately, if I find you here secretly, I will suggest to my mother that the door be welded or dead. Let Dad cancel the aquarium!"
"It's not fair!"
"This idea sucks!"
The two little ghosts screamed in unison, but Angela was unmoved: "This is forced by you! Don't think that every time you fall into the water, Alan will come to save you in time!"
"No way, Alan likes us very much! It recognizes us even from the glass wall in the living room!" Ike rarely took the initiative to express his position, as if to comment on his words, a dolphin jumped from the water and screamed a few times.
Angela smiled and waved to the dolphin, but turned around and her face sank: "Okay, then I'll call Aunt Jennifer to come up now, and don't think I'll be on your side in the future!"
This trick is the most useful. The little guys immediately screamed in a panic, and then they each picked up a puppy and ran out, but the troubles of the children always went away quickly, and they went downstairs. Immediately started laughing again.
"Be careful, children, don't fall." came the mother's voice.
"We don't, we react faster than anyone else!" I don't know if it was Willie or Ike shouted that, and then the little ghosts threw the puppy on the ground and ran into the restaurant with open arms and whimpering.
"Mom, I think the two of them will need someone to follow at any time," Angela sighed, "This time I went to the room above the aquarium. I'm glad I opposed my father raising sharks, otherwise God knows what will happen."
"Don't you think... you're more like their mother, Chris?" Elena said with a smile.
"Mom!" Angela rolled her eyes immediately.
"Okay, I'm joking," Mom laughed and shook her head, and then said with a sigh, "I have to admit, your brother and sister are much more naughty than you were, and sometimes I can't help but think How can you be so different?"
"Because I'm a genius, and geniuses are all precocious." The girl couldn't help but said triumphantly, and then she suddenly felt a chill in her heart, why does her tone resemble a certain red-haired monkey
Elina didn't notice her daughter's expression, reached out and rubbed her head, looking at her with a loving and complicated look: "Chrissy, dear, genius and precociousness are not necessarily related, to be honest, you are 8 years old. It did look very precocious in the past, but now it's just a child, even more like a child than a girl of the same age."
"Are you complimenting me or reminding me?" Angela pouted and looked rather complicated.
"Forget it, maybe it's because you spent all your talents on movies and music, so you look a little bit in other ways..." Mom made a gesture, "For example, this relationship now..."
"Stop! Stop!" Angela hurriedly made a pause gesture, "It's just cancelling the Halloween date with Jonathan, you shouldn't think too much, right? I've said it before, that woman is just in It's just very skillful to hype yourself, and in this case, my date with Jonathan will only attract more reporters, and it's a hassle to deal with them."
"I didn't mean to say this, Chrissy, I mean... you have to admit that there's not much... feeling between you now." Mom obviously thought about it for a long time before saying that.
The strange look flashed from her face, Angela coughed softly as if to cover it up, and said after thinking about it: "Okay, Mom, there are indeed some problems, after all, we are too far apart. Feelings are a thing. It's a very personal matter, and it's hard to explain clearly, so I just wanted to deal with it coldly for a while, give each other some time to think about it, and have a good talk when the tabloids have had enough tossing and things have calmed down, that's all."
Elena looked at her daughter's eyes, the other party seemed very calm, so she smiled and rubbed her hair again: "Well, after all, it's your own business, let's go eat, or the little ones will have to wait again. Anxious."
The moment she turned around, Angela let out a long breath in her stomach.
To calm the gossip, the best way is to deal with it coldly. When the tabloids find that the content of the report is no longer attractive to readers, they will naturally find another topic. Although this method is very effective, it is also very helpless, and it is not easy to do! Think about it, even if you don't watch any media reports and don't answer any of their questions, it's definitely not a pleasant feeling to be asked by people around you! When I was in the film department, it was better. If it was a school, there would be people pointing at me wherever I went. It is hard not to make people angry. After such a scandal came out, I didn't know where to hide for a while, and the paparazzi wanted to grab her and ask her to clarify. Now that she has returned to a normal life, the reporters will of course try their best to provoke her to speak.
Of course, this is not the first time Angela has faced such a situation. Besides, she still has her own goals to pursue, so she can basically restrain her emotions, and because of her tutoring, she can keep smiling in front of these people. ! However, some people in the film department were more unlucky, especially those who followed the post.
"I think I made it very clear that these two lenses should be connected, but why are they separated now?!"
Such words often echo from the editing room. The cold and harsh tone is harsh and harsh. The editor in charge of the post-production of "Memento" shudders, and she is not looking for trouble, basically because she did not meet the requirements. The words were just right to not touch the bottom line of the other party and stab the other party into pain. What's even more terrifying is that Gila immediately put on a smile as soon as she came out of the editing room, and chatted with everyone happily! The different performances before and after are completely confusing. Could it be that something is not going well for Miss Genius
Until someone asked Angela unintentionally: Why did Jonathan come to see you? After being specially taken care of in the next work, everyone understood that Miss Genius said that she didn't care at all, but in fact she was taking the media The entangled anger was all poured on himself, which was really a disaster.
Fortunately, this situation did not last for too long. Jack Sparrow quickly opened the meeting and sincerely said that Angela was about to take the SAT test. Apply for a restraining order.
While the paparazzi didn't take the stop order to heart at all, many guys lost patience with Angela's staying silent for so long, even Miss Amelia was on a different occasion at this time - in a magazine or in a TV interview This time is absolutely absolutely not related to Jonathan. It is because the reporters "misread" her meaning, and they can't make them excited. Even if the report is written in hype, to the point where it is now, if there is no "Angela's own confession" Or words like "Angela's Claims" that readers will certainly not buy.
But Angela just doesn't speak, and smiles like an expired version of Barbie all day, so most paparazzi have to temporarily choose to die, anyway, as long as she is here, there will be a chance.
"This is a really bad question, how can it be confused like this, is the person who asked the question really the teacher?" Angela crossed the test paper depressedly. There are only two subjects in the SAT test, English and mathematics, each with a score of 800. Add up to 1600, most of which are multiple-choice questions, and then there are a few essay questions.
I have already taken the English test before, and it is definitely no problem to get a full score. Compared with AP, it is really easy. But mathematics made her a little overwhelmed. No matter in her past life or in this life, science was a nightmare for her! Especially functions!
Fortunately, American high school math is relatively simple, and it won't make her run away. She has passed 6 more subjects. As long as the SAT is not rotten, there will not be too many problems.
"It's about 80% sure, so the score shouldn't be below 1200, it should be enough, then... It's better to go back and continue to supervise instead of sitting here hesitating whether it's correct!" Angela quickly calculated and decided She got up and handed in the papers. With a surprised or indifferent gaze, the girl handed the exam papers to the teacher, turned around and left the classroom, went to the locker to pack her things, and called Buckett to drive the car to the school gate, and then Walk away.
"Go to the film department." After saying this, Angela leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. Although the paparazzi had stopped chasing after him during this time, they still secretly followed behind.
That woman named Amelia is really smart, and she actually got rid of herself at this time, the girl thought a little depressedly, she had already prepared Sparrow to investigate the other party, and it was obviously unnecessary now.
Ha, free speech. Angela thought helplessly, sorted out her thoughts and returned to work. "The Matrix" has also started post-production work, which means that she has to run there in addition to supervising "Memento". It's a hassle, the Matrix has no room for it, Ed is probably still in the movie department right now... Ed!
Angela's eyes suddenly lit up, and she took out the phone and dialed:
"Hi Ed, it's me... Are you still with the film department?... Can you help me with something?... There's a subpage on Pixar's website that introduces me, right? Now find a way to change it to a message for me The form of the board, oh no, can't say that, well, the exact stuff will be discussed with you when I get to the film department... I think I can post something like a diary on it from time to time, recording What I've done, or my perception of something, can also be advertised, etc... loggfiles? What is that? Forget it, let's talk, but I think it's more appropriate to call this blog, blog, blog!"