Angela's 19th birthday was fairly happy, but the ending wasn't very good.
"No, let's forget it today, I want to go home with my parents." Natalie sighed softly at Angela's retention, and then declined. After coming out of the kitchen, she has been a little absent-minded, although Angela kissed her. He didn't say much after seeing her, but there was still a lump in his heart.
"Then can I stay!" But Avril immediately opened her bright eyes, looking at Angela expectantly and excitedly, "I haven't slept with Angie for a long time!"
"You're going to sleep with Angie, so... it doesn't seem right?" Scarlett rubbed her chin, lowered her head slightly, and kept gazing back and forth between Angela and Natalie.
"What's wrong? We slept together a long time ago," Avril shrugged, then rolled her eyes and hugged Angela close by her waist. "I miss Angie's embrace very much."
"Weiwei wants to stay overnight? Can I stay too?" Liv, the eldest child, interjected enthusiastically, "It seems that I have never stayed overnight at Angie's house."
"Well... I think..." Angela looked at Natalie while dealing with them, but the other party pursed her lips as if she didn't care, and Angela couldn't help scratching her lips with her teeth: "Okay, if you guys Don't mind being squeezed into a bed."
"Wait, this..." Scarlett seemed to want to say something, but she gestured but didn't know what to say, and Natalie still didn't speak, so she simply waved her hand: "Then I'll stay too. Come down, how's it going?"
"It's great! I knew you must miss the time in Montana!" Before Angela could speak, Avril had already cried out with joy, but Scarlett's face suddenly flashed red, and her hands were holding the clothes. He turned his head away, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Ini, stay here too, so the night will definitely be very lively." Liv didn't have time to drag Ivanka in.
"I'm staying too? Oh, no, let's forget it. Dad wants me to go back at night." Ivanka obviously didn't want to get involved. In addition to her strict family education, she also has self-knowledge. Compared with the girls around her, she and Angie Ra can only be regarded as an ordinary friend.
"It's okay, Ini, I don't think Mr. Donald would object to me keeping his daughter at home for the night." Angela suddenly spoke, followed with a smile and took her arm: "Is there anything else going on here? Is it the matter?"
It seems that Angela is really trying to keep Ivanka, but she always glances at Natalie, intentionally or not. Although Natalie still said nothing, she still had to bite her lip from time to time.
Although the movements of the two are very subtle, they are very clear in the eyes of the caring people, so Scarlett coughed lightly at this time: "Since everyone has stayed, Nat should not leave."
"With so many people in the same bed, wouldn't it be too crowded?" Natalie raised her arms and raised her eyebrows with a complex expression of helplessness and displeasure. After returning from the kitchen, Natalie looked directly at her for the first time. Angela's eyes.
"Of course not, I will let people lay the floor, and the bedroom space is large enough - unless everyone has any dissatisfaction with the sleeping floor." Angela raised her chin slightly, then turned to Anne and Alizee: "You two also Must come!"
Anyway, in the end, everyone stayed and went to Angela's bedroom after dinner to continue chatting and playing games before, but the real fun was the show that started after the servants came in and laid the floor for them.
There is a game that has nothing to do with age or gender, the required props are everywhere, and even if only two people can play - Pillow Fight! And for women, there is an upgraded version of the pillow fight, which is the underwear pillow fight.
So that night, a group of girls were wearing simple bras and panties in Angela's bedroom, hugging big and soft pillows, chasing and jokingly chasing each other in the dim light, and swaying their passion. Leaving all the troubles behind, the white goose feather pillow was beaten all over the room and the whole bedroom seemed to be snowing heavily.
It's supposed to end up like this, isn't it? Oh, of course, it would have been a good birthday party if it ended here, but then they played a private game that only seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls would play - chest attack!
I don't know who initiated it, and I don't know if it was an accident after the emotional upheaval or collusion. In short, after everyone was tired from playing, there were not many goose feathers in the pillows, and there were a few lights in the bedroom that were still open. The dim light was suddenly turned off, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black, followed by screams, and it was obviously from Angela.
It was like a signal that suddenly opened another floodgate, and screams and hip-hop started one after another, but as long as you listen carefully, you will find that Angela is the one who screams the most! This is not the play in the garden before. At that time, it was necessary to maintain a degree no matter what, but now it is in the bedroom and at night, so naturally, there are not so many scruples.
Poor Angela's pair of plump was pinched and rubbed by countless hands, making her lose all her strength. It was impossible to fight back or hide elsewhere. The counterattack would only attract more attacks, especially if there were people who attacked her. To start with sensitive parts, as for hiding, no matter how big the bedroom is, there is no big garden. No matter where she hides, she will always be found.
In short, she was devastated tonight, and she still had a look of grievance on her face when she woke up in the morning.
The only consolation for Angela is that she woke up from a co-sleeping sleep with seven girls entangled in you and me Wearing only the bottoms of the upper body.
So Angela comforted herself: Although I was the worst, I did not leave a mark on them. However... This kind of game is better to be less in the future.
As the girls woke up one after another, some screamed, some made faces, and some were dazed. In short, they got up after a lot of jumping around. After breakfast, they said goodbye to Angela and left, and then Angela packed up and prepared. Back to Boston with Annie and Alizee.
"I know that once you make up your mind, you will never make a change. I can't say I support you, because it is too shocking to be in charge of this subject based on your age, and rational people will not be optimistic about you; but I also don't want to say I don't support you because... I love you. So all I can say is, good luck." That's what Natalie told her in the bedroom before she left, her brown eyes twinkling with complexity but her hands clenched Tightly leaning against Angela's waist, Natalie obviously thought about it for a long time, and she had vented her unpleasant emotions last night, so she came to these words.
Such words will of course be exchanged for Angela's kiss goodbye. Unlike the light touch in the kitchen yesterday, Angela eagerly asked for it in the bedroom with only two people, and entangled it again and again until both of them were out of breath.
"I said I would speak with facts." This was Angela's answer, short and firm.
After returning to Boston, Angela paid attention to the preparation of "The Pianist" on the phone in addition to listening to the class. Of course, she would read the script to see if there was anything that needed to be modified while practicing music and boxing. She would occasionally read "Pirates of the Caribbean". Come out and write a few paragraphs.
In addition, when walking around the campus, if she meets Jack Gyllenhaal, Angela will come forward to tease him from time to time - who made him so bold to come over and talk to him, every time he sees this guy sidestepping Angela is always happy when she rolls her eyes. It's just that if you walk too much at night, you will meet ghosts.
"Miss Genius' new relationship?!" Angela turned over the headline of the newspaper and smiled bitterly. The photos in the newspaper were a little blurry, but she could still see how she and Gyllenhill looked. Obviously, the reporter used a long time outside the campus. Shot with a focus lens.
"It can be seen from the photo that Angela and this young man are quite close, and apparently Miss Genius has come out of the blow of the breakup because she was nominated for an Oscar for best director.
According to the reporter's investigation, the new boyfriend of Miss Genius is named Jack Gyllenhaal, the son of the famous director Stephen Gyllenhill and the famous producer Naomi Forner. He also has an actor sister Ma Gee Gyllenhaal was born into a family of actors. Jake Gyllenhill, like Miss Talent, started appearing on the big screen at the age of 11, and has appeared in a number of movies, although most of them are small roles.
How Miss Genius and Gyllen Hill got together is unclear, but people familiar with the matter say they dated in a Harvard coffee shop long before that, and they weren't like a normal couple. Qingqing, me, I will only flirt when we pass by. I have to say that Angela's love style is very special! "
Annie, who had finished reading it in one breath, threw the newspaper aside and looked at Angela with a smile: "You are doing it yourself."
"Of course, I know." Angela held her cheeks sullenly, "I should be completely insulated from men."
"In that case, they will report your scandal with women." Annie said something in her words.
Angela glanced at her and didn't continue, but lamented: "I'm going back to Los Angeles soon, and there are still such gossip and scandals, those guys have to ask questions on the red carpet!"
"It's a pity that the news about you has been nominated for Oscar for best director for so many days. They have long been waiting for something else." Annie shrugged, while Angela pouted and turned to sit down with a sad face. Alizee, who was reading on the sofa, stretched out her arms: "Lily, please comfort me?"
Alizee silently looked up at the book she closed in her hand, and in the next second, she jumped up from the sofa with lightning speed and slipped out of the living room to the back like the wind. The door closing sounded.
"I'm just... so annoying?" Angela kept her hand outstretched, grinning not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
"There are so many people who like you, and one or two people should hate you, right?" Annie said leisurely.
"It doesn't feel good to be hated by your own family?" Angela put down her arms listlessly, obviously very unwilling that her tumbler ran away.
"If you don't shake Lily around a lot, how can she run away?" Anne's tone was full of teasing.
"I didn't see her slip away when I shook it before," Angela frowned for a while, then raised her hands to look left, "I'm sure she never caught her that night."
Annie next to her couldn't help rolling her eyes and got up to leave, but Angela's next sentence almost made her fall: "But I should have caught yours."
"Angie, don't you think it's rude to say this?" Annie glared at her angrily.
"Don't you be rude when you did this that night?" Angela looked at Annie with innocent eyes, and then narrowed her eyes deliberately: "To be honest, Annie, did you catch me that night?"
"What if you have caught it? What if you haven't? It's not up to you!" Annie was too lazy to pay attention to her. The phone on the small round table next to the sofa just rang, and she just walked over a few steps to answer the phone.
"Really, I'm just asking." Angela in front of the square table pouted unconsciously.
"Angie, your phone!" Annie quickly handed the cordless phone to her. "It's the actor you're looking for."
"Oh?" Angela picked it up immediately, "Hi, I'm Angela, may I ask who you are..."
She turned serious. "Hello, Mr. Brody, it's great to hear from you, because it means you've agreed to take on the role, right?"
Angela smiled after getting a positive answer, and then continued: "Thank you for your trust, Brody... well, Adrian, I'm not talking nonsense, although you only got part of the script but I think You must have read the novel. I only have two requests:
First, you know the piano, so I need you to practice at least 4 hours a day for the next month, to be as familiar as possible with Chopin, Mozart and Bach's piano pieces in a short period of time, among which Chopin The "Nocturne in C-sharp Minor", "Ballet No. 1 in G Minor" and "The Calm Andante and the Magnificent Polonaise" must be proficient;
Second, while familiarizing yourself with the character and experience of the characters, you should go on a regular diet for half a month before shooting. I need your weight to be at least 110 pounds by then, and then I will arrange the shooting situation according to your specific weight. that's it. "
After waiting for the affirmative answer again, Angela also smiled again: "Then, remember to keep it a secret for now, goodbye!"
After letting out a long breath, Angela put the phone on the table and stretched again. Annie, who had been standing beside her, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you going to shoot in your new movie? It's dieting and piano practice."
"I'm sorry, I just told Adrian that it's a secret," Angela shrugged, "but the answer will naturally be revealed next month, don't worry. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank the Film Academy for the nomination. I'm the best director, otherwise it would take a lot of work to convince him to play the lead role."
Speaking of which, she suddenly put on a playful expression, and took Annie's shoulder thiefly: "Lily won't let me shake it, so why don't you let me shake it, Annie?"
"You don't want to eat dinner, others do!" Annie pushed her head aside.
The Oscars ceremony is a grand event every year. Both male and female stars fully show their charm on the red carpet, especially among female stars to see who is more beautiful, beautiful and sexy. It is also fashionable. In comparison, they have put all their energy into their clothing, and even if they accidentally bump into their shirts, they have to show their differences. However, as the first Oscar night just after her 70th birthday, the women who received the most attention were not any of them.
"Would you like to gamble to see if she can get the best director." A reporter said to his companions in his spare time.
"It's hard to say, it's impossible for her to win the best director under normal circumstances, but..." The companion shrugged, "Since the members of the film academy dare to nominate for the best director, then only God knows whether she will win or not."
"Not only God, but at least the two accountants at PwC know it now," a reporter from another newspaper interjected, "they just showed up with the ballot boxes as they usually do, so I don't think she'll get it. this award."
"Forget it, let's not talk about whether you can see their true feelings. Even if they were shocked, they would have been shocked long ago, and no one would know it until the last second." The first reporter immediately retorted.
"Frankly, I think she's already set an all-time record whether she gets the best director or not—I don't think anyone else will be nominated for best director at 17," added another reporter to the discussion. , "This is enough glory, and she can win it and add another brilliance. If she fails, it will not damage her reputation."
"Don't just talk about best director, folks," the first reporter's companion said again after taking a few pictures, "don't you see? If you don't count repeat nominations, Pixar has three films this time. The film was shortlisted and received a total of 17 nominations, and more importantly, all three films were produced by her!"
All the reporters were silent for a few minutes, then screamed in a low voice in surprise.
"It's true, damn it, everyone's attention is on her best director nomination."
"Not only the producer, she is also the screenwriter of two of the films!"
"And 'Never Compromise' was her tailor-made movie for Julia."
"She liked to be in the ring with herself since the Oscars in '93, and she still does."
"One more thing," the fourth reporter suddenly said again, "these films have exceeded 100 million at the box office, and several of Pixar's most profitable films are all related to her except for cartoons... I don't know what to say."
"And they have two movies nominated for best movie, which means Pixar has a 40% chance of winning the best movie..." The third reporter sighed, "I don't know what to say."
At this moment, there was a commotion at the end of the red carpet, and the four reporters immediately turned to look over, and the woman they were waiting for had already appeared.