"The New York Halloween Parade the day before yesterday?" Peter Jackson put the newspaper on the table, pushed up his glasses, raised his left eyebrow and looked at his partner, "Alex, don't tell me—you want a girl to play Legolas!"
"Actually I felt a little surprised and absurd at first," Alex spread out his hands with a clear expression, as if he knew he would say so, "but I think you should read the report in detail."
"Look at it in detail?" Peter shook his head and opened the newspaper again, but Alex immediately interrupted his attention: "Don't read the newspaper, maybe you will have a more intuitive impression if you read this. ."
He held up a roll of tape and waved: "NBC live coverage, I recorded it for you."
"Okay, then let's all get to know each other." Peter shrugged and motioned for Alex to play.
"I'm so glad you all came to Greenwich Village on a night like this, yes, the huge crowd behind me is the annual parade crowd, there are always many surprises for the people who live here and the people who come here. ," A middle-aged man with a microphone appeared on the screen, "Now let's see what unexpected ideas are this year."
With the movement of the cameraman, many men and women dressed in fancy clothes appeared in the camera, and the host also interviewed a few of the most interestingly dressed, such as a guy with a huge head on his head dressed in colorful clothes The garbage cans of things are said to be to support the cause of environmental protection. A few minutes later, a sudden burst of cheers at the corner of a street attracted the attention of many people, and the host and cameraman naturally followed.
The first person to enter the camera is a black-haired woman wearing a white and delicate robe full of classical temperament. The radiant little pendants set off her noble and elegant, and her blue eyes and slightly upturned mouth look particularly charming.
"God, that's Liv Tyler, she's so pretty, but why are her ears pointed... Hi, Miss Tyler, I'm Owen Bruce from NBC, nice to meet you here."
"I'm glad to see you too, Owen. Are you going to the parade dressed as reporters?"
"Well... we're journalists, actually. If you don't mind, Miss Liv, can you tell us why we're dressed like this for the parade? Even with pointed ears."
"Mainly because... I think you'd better ask Angela directly, it's totally her plan for me to dress like this, and she herself dresses up as a character in the novel, which is really interesting."
"Angel?"
Although the host was a little puzzled, he soon found a familiar figure pulling another person out of the crowd: "Ha, it turned out to be Miss Natalie Portman, hello... God, this is !"
After watching Angela finally appear in the camera, Peter frowned involuntarily, and he had to admit that Angela on TV was more handsome than the one on the newspaper. She apparently asked the makeup artist to deliberately add something to her face to make the lines more defined, and she should have wrapped a cloth around her chest - otherwise it wouldn't be so flat. Although this can't make up for the innate feminine beauty, it does make her look neutral and heroic.
"This is... this is... Miss Angela Mason?!" The host's tone was surprised, while the handsome girl frowned slightly and looked at Natalie beside her, followed by a long string of unknown syllables It came out of her throat, and it was sweet but magnetic, not as soft and sweet as ordinary girls. It seemed that she had put a lot of effort into it.
"Well... I'm sorry, what are you talking about, it sounds like a Nordic language, I don't understand it very well." The host was obviously confused by Angela's babbling foreign language.
"Idiot, she's speaking Elvish," muttered Peter, and before he knew it, he was completely drawn.
"She's asking me what you do. She just came here and is very unfamiliar with her surroundings." Natalie in the camera answered the host's question with a smile after speaking with Angela in the same language.
After two seconds of silence, the host finally realized that they were cosplaying or something, laughing twice and then changing to a serious tone: "Welcome here, I'm Owen Bruce from NBC. , glad to serve you."
After Natalie finished translating, the handsome girl slightly foreheaded, and then put her right hand on her chest with an elegant smile, bowed gently amid the countless clicks around her, and spit out melodious words, while the side beside her Natalie, who was desperately suppressing her smile, translated: "Son of Thranduil, heir of the Dark Forest Elves, Legolas Greenleaf salutes you."
"Stop, stop! Stop here." Peter cried weakly, covering his head with a headache. He was familiar with Tolkien's novels and had already understood what he was saying before Angela spoke.
"How is it? Am I right?" Alex laughed and spread his hands, looking like he was asking for credit.
"Okay, I admit that Miss Liv Tyler is indeed suitable for the role of Arwen," Peter leaned back in the chair languidly, "I will inform her agent as soon as possible, and I hope the audition will not disappoint me. ."
"Fine?" Alex nodded and looked at him for a few seconds. "And then?"
"Then?" Peter shrugged. "No then."
"Hey hey, what about this?" Alex pointed to the paused screen, "Don't think that it doesn't exist if you choose to ignore it."
"What should I do?" Peter finally stood up and scratched his tousled hair angrily. "That genius lady gave me such a big problem, how do I know what to do!"
"Problem?" Alex was puzzled.
"How many people in the United States will see NBC's coverage of the Halloween parade?" Peter asked first.
"I don't know," Alex shrugged, "but definitely a lot."
"Since a lot of people have seen this talented lady dressed up like this - I bet the second half of your tape is going to be amazing, what if we cast a character that looks too far from her?" Peter He folded his arms and frowned deeply, revealing helplessness and unwillingness behind his glasses.
Alex blinked his eyes and didn't seem to understand, but after a few seconds he woke up and shook his head with a laugh: "Simply put, you approve of her image, damn, why are you going around in circles like this? "
"Do you really understand what I mean?" Peter's frowning brows were never a swindler, "Alex, you know very well that although Bob agreed to our filming plan, he only gave a budget of $300 million. I don't have the funds to invite big names!"
"She's not a big star, is she?" Alex thought for a while, "At least she's not an actress, if I remember correctly, she only took the cameo in "Death Is Coming" in the first half of the year. 3 million salary."
"Of course, it's her own company." Peter said coldly, then put his hands on the table and squinted his eyes: "Then, dear Alex, do you think it will cost us millions to impress that person? The billionaire, that famous singer, that talented screenwriter, that up-and-coming director and producer?! Damn! She has too many titles!"
"Well... this is indeed a problem." Alex nodded with his finger next to his head, then turned his head to look at the assistant who had been acting as a spectator around him: "What's your opinion?"
Assistants, look at me, I look at you, and then one of them said, "We can give her more privileges."
"What privilege? Script? Director? Production?" Peter retorted unceremoniously.
"Try to satisfy her in terms of life and various expenses." Another person said.
"So what level of satisfaction does it have to reach? Help her move her home to the set?" Peter continued to retort.
"Since Miss Angela appeared at the parade dressed like this and spoke in Elvish language, then she must also like "The Lord of the Rings" very much, maybe we can start from this." A younger assistant said at this time.
"Okay, someone finally got the idea, but the problem is—" Peter glanced around the conference room. "How do you convince her to play a male role, not to mention the potentially dangerous jumps?"
There was silence in the conference room, and after a while, Alex said uncertainly: "Maybe... Legolas can be set as a female elf."
"Set as a female elf?" Peter looked at him with a "Have you burnt out" look, then clapped his hands softly: "Great idea, Alex, then I'll be beaten by Thor very quickly. King fans, oh no, without them, I myself would tear me to shreds and throw me into the sea."
"Okay, then what are you going to do?" Alex spread his hands helplessly.
Peter glared at him for a while and finally shook his head: "Call her agent and ask Miss Angela if she is interested in auditioning - that's the only way to go."
Someone who had no idea how much trouble he had caused others by playing a role-playing game in the Halloween game on a whim was drinking afternoon tea with a few friends in the garden of his grandpa's villa.
"It looks like it takes a lot of effort to pull it open, Angela, can you pull it away?" Liv lifted the beautifully made short bow that Angela had back that day and pulled the string, but she only pulled it halfway. can't move.
"I asked them to make them according to the real short bows of the cold weapon era. If you want to draw them, you have to use skill and practice regularly." Angela said with a smile. Those bows are designed to be a gorgeous toy, but thinking about it, it seems that it does not match the character to be played, so I finally gave up this plan and chose a real short bow, but added some decorations and patterns to the production.
"When are you going to join the Fellowship of the Ring, Your Highness the Elf Prince?" Natalie said teasingly, drinking black tea, "You and Liv were so eye-catching at the parade the day before yesterday, all the media were reporting, no matter what. Newspapers or television will see you all the time, and Aragorn or Gandalf should come for you."
"Come back when I go to bed, I don't have any time except for dreaming." Angela shrugged playfully, then leaned in front of Natalie with a narrow smile: "Aren't you jealous, Nat?"
"Jealous? Would I?" Natalie raised her eyebrows.
"Okay, okay, I know I should have chosen you as a partner, but I want to surprise you, and besides, you don't look like a classic dress right now. When next year's "Star Wars" is out, you can You can dress up as Queen Amidala in the parade. The queen is one level higher than the prince and princess, so don't be jealous... ah!" In Angela's exclamation, Natalie casually went from below Withdrew Bai's hand.
"What's the matter, Angel." Liv, who heard the cry, put away the bow and arrow that was still fiddling with, and turned around and asked with concern.
"It's nothing, my knee accidentally touched... on the coffee table." Angela squeezed out a smile, and then gave Natalie a dissatisfied look.
"Angie." Scarlett, who had put her chin on the table and looked at her helplessly, finally opened her mouth.
"What's the matter, Manny?" Angela looked at her.
"Come here, okay?" Scarlett sighed and stood up and walked away. Angela kept up even though she was puzzled.
"Is there anything you can't let them know?" Angela said after getting some distance from Natalie and Liv.
"It's not me, it's you!" Scarlett turned her head and folded her hands and replied.
"Me?" Angela still didn't understand.
"Obviously, you've lost your vigilance because you're used to making out with Nat and flirting in front of me, aren't you afraid that Liv will hear something," Scarlett said angrily, "and this is a garden, What are you going to do if the old lady or someone else hears something?"
Although Angela wanted to say that Liv's confused personality might not be understandable, and Liv seemed to have homosexual tendencies, she still embraced Scarlett: "Thank you for your reminder, Manny."
She looked at the girl sincerely, then gently kissed the girl's cheek with a smile, and said again: "Thank you."
Feeling the touch on her face, Scarlett was a little lost. Although she quickly adjusted, she lowered her head and didn't want Angela to see her discomfort: "Also, Angie, don't do it in front of me in the future. Is it too intimate? Although I don't mind your relationship, it doesn't mean that I can face your intimacy without any grudges."
Angela was silent for a few seconds, then hugged Scarlett again: "I'm sorry, Manny, I know I'm too excited recently, especially the Halloween parade, so I didn't take your feelings into account, I promise not to in the future Something like this happened."
Scarlett finally raised her head, her face was calm with a faint smile. Angela remembered something at this time, raised her hand and gestured at her twice and then grinned: "By the way, dear Manny, in two years, when you are 5 feet 2 inches tall, grow your hair. Long—and a wig—and I'll dress you up as Legolas myself."
"Le... Legolas?" Scarlett asked blankly.
"Don't think I didn't see the way you looked at the glowing eyes the night before yesterday," Angela gave me an expression that didn't want to lie to me, and then poked her chest playfully: "It's just that you can't take care of it, maybe it will be It will be bigger than mine."
Scarlett opened her hand angrily and turned her head angrily, as if she was unhappy because her thoughts were revealed, but her clenched lips revealed her true thoughts.
"Let's go back, Angie." Scarlett whispered, some things she really didn't want to think about.
"Angie?" She didn't see Angela's answer for a long time. The girl couldn't help but raised her head. Angela was looking at the front court with a surprised expression. Following her eyes, she saw an old man holding a man about her own size. girl just entered the living room.
"Manny, I want to go and have a look. You can go back to the garden first." Angela quickly walked to the vestibule after leaving these words. Although Scarlett was very suspicious, she didn't ask. She was just on her way back. Youyou sighed.
God, I must have read it wrong, how could she be here? Angela, who was moving forward, kept saying things in her heart that she didn't even believe. She kept watching them get out of the car, enter the vestibule and enter the living room. Even though her impression of them was a little vague, as long as she recalled it, she couldn't see it wrong. , but why are they together
"Grandma, I just..." Angela, who turned into the living room from the entrance, closed her mouth as soon as she shouted, then straightened her clothes and walked quickly to Grandma, bowing slightly to the old man in front of her, speaking in Chinese He said, "Hello, uncle."
"I haven't seen you for a few years, you are getting more and more beautiful, Xueyi." The old man smiled and took off a string of beads from his wrist and handed it to Angela: "I have never given you anything, so treat this as Give it a present, don't worry, this is not a beads, Christians can wear it."
The hand bead is composed of 15 equal-sized and flawless emeralds, which is obviously a precious collection. Angela looked at her grandma hesitantly, put it away after she nodded, and bowed slightly again: "Thank you, uncle."
"Xueyi, your uncle and I have something to talk about. Can you help us take care of this child?" Before she spoke, grandma pointed to the expressionless girl sitting on the sofa.
"Okay, no problem." Angela didn't say much. After watching her grandma and uncle enter the room, she quickly sat down in front of the girl: "What happened, Lily?"
However, she did not receive a response. The girl in front of her was pale and her eyes were out of focus. The whole person seemed to be a lot haggard, like a lifeless puppet that didn't seem to hear anything.
Angela couldn't help frowning, and she tried to ask again, "Lily, why are you with my uncle?"
There was still no answer, which made Angela a little at a loss, and then a bad feeling in her heart suddenly came to her heart.