"On the way... there was a traffic jam, so it was a little late." Michael Lohan explained, then added: "Just a few minutes late, I don't think it should be a big deal."
Michael Lohan didn't understand why the gaze of the other party made him feel a little nervous, just like he didn't understand why Angela Mason would ask him out to talk for no reason, he didn't have anything to do with this genius lady.
He knew that his daughter and Angela were very good friends and often stayed at her house. Unlike Dina, the stupid woman who only complained about the lack of Lindsay's announcements, Michael was more or less aware of what Angela meant to his daughter, especially when Lindsay inadvertently revealed that Angela had a two-year relationship with her. The agreement, as long as she meets any requirements, the other party will write a script for her.
So for Michael, as long as Lindsay's current income can maintain her splurge and allow herself to get drunk at will, he doesn't care what she does. But I didn't expect that the genius lady would call him three days ago to talk to him, and her tone was rather cold. Could it be that the little girl Lindsay offended her
The girl opposite didn't bother too much about being late. After the waiter came over, she asked indifferently, "Do you want anything, Mr. Lohan?"
This tone made Michael very uncomfortable, and at the same time, this restrained environment made him feel uncomfortable. If he could, he would rather talk about things in a noisy bar than this high-end club.
"Well... you decide." Michael Lohan twisted his body and said reluctantly.
"Latte coffee and Souchong black tea, some delicate snacks." The girl's eyelids drooped, as if she didn't want to give him another look.
The waiter quickly brought snacks and drinks, and then the atmosphere became dull. Angela drank the black tea slowly and didn't seem to want to speak first. Michael couldn't help but feel a little impetuous. After raising his glass for the third time, he finally couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Miss Angela, what are you trying to do when you come out to me?!"
Angela finally raised her head and glanced at him again, then slowly took out a rectangular voice recorder from her handbag and placed it on the round table, followed by pressing the switch to gesture to Michael.
"What is this... for?" Michael Lohan looked at the recorder on the table and then at Angela in confusion.
"This is a necessary preparation to ensure the effectiveness of today's conversation." The girl in front of her said in a dispassionate tone, "At the same time, to prevent possible shirk, slander and denial in the future."
"Shiva, slander and denial?!" Michael suddenly felt like he was being tricked, and couldn't help clenching his fists in anger.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" His eyes bulged, "You asked me to come here just to talk nonsense?!"
"The question should be what do you want to do?" Angela looked at him coldly. The sharp eyes that appeared at first made Michael feel a little guilty, as if what he was thinking had been clearly seen.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. If you can only say these things, then I'm going to say goodbye." He said bluntly.
"In one year, you drank a total of 137 times, an average of 0.3 times a day; 52 times of insulting your wife, 62 times of fisting and kicking, 26 times of smoking cocaine, 97 times of marijuana, and 43 times of other... "
Angela put her fingers crossed on the table, stared at Michael and listed out a series of data, "Although I'm a little bit short of remembering, but considering your situation all the time, these data will only Underrated—so, please, Mr. Lohan, what do you want to do?"
Every time she said a number, Michael's face got worse, and after the last sentence was asked, he wanted to flip the table and stride out of the hell. However, reason and guilty conscience finally prevented him from doing so, he just clenched his fists tightly and blushed and stared at Angela: "What do you mean?!"
"It should be what you meant." Angela was still in that maddening voice, "Don't talk about domestic violence, just relying on drug use and possession of drugs is enough for the prosecutor to prosecute, and—the expenses for the entire family are Fifty percent is borne by underage daughters... Tell me, Mr. Lohan, have you ever been a father?"
"It has nothing to do with you whether I have done my father's responsibility!" Michael finally understood what the other party was talking about. He grabbed the edge of the round table and growled in shock and anger: "Who do you think you are? The President of the United States?!"
"I have to remind, Mr. Lohan," Angela said in a smooth tone, seemingly ignoring him at all, "everything I say is based on facts, and of course I can't control it personally, But there are agencies out there who are willing to handle this sort of thing, and I'm sure they'd be happy to look into it."
"You're... you're..." Michael Lohan stared at Angie panting, "Are you threatening me?!"
"Threats? No, I call it a warning!" Angela's tone became more and more cold, "you should be thankful, Mr. Lohan, if you didn't want to offend Lindsay, and if it wasn't for the fact that you were her parents all the time. , if you gave her a home, it should be full of reporters now."
"You are such an angel, Miss Angela, I never thought you would care so much about the family affairs of strangers," Michael said angrily, "Maybe we should call you a saint in the future."
"She is not a stranger, she is my friend, a friend I recognize; I am also not a saint, I can't control the life and death of so many people, I will only use my thoughts on the people around me." Angela moved His fingers stared at Michael Lohan, "Then answer me now, what are you going to do?"
Michael opened his mouth and then closed it again, his throat twitched and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his swollen eyes stared hard at the girl, expressing his anger but unable to hide his guilty conscience.
Then, Angela spoke again: "What you have to do is very simple, don't ask you to stop drinking but at least know what moderation is, don't ask you to give Lindsay much care but at least don't set a bad example - drugs are the best If you can do that, I don't mind introducing you to a suitable, decent job."
Although Michael Lohan was still holding the edge of the round table and staring at Angela, he had long since lost his aggressive or frantic appearance. The sound of heavy breathing and slightly trembling arms exposed his weak heart.
The man loosened his grip on the edge of the round table. From the very beginning, he was seen through, covered up, showdown, until the ultimatum, and everything was perfectly controlled by the girl in front of him. Wearing his tie, he gasped heavily, trying to relieve the irresistible suffocation.
"Then, think about it, Mr. Lohan." Angela gave a perfect smile, put on plain eyes, picked up the handbag, got up and left.
"It's over?" asked Sparrow, who had been waiting for a long time after Angela got into the car.
"Forget it, I hope he can be restrained." Angela smiled lightly, as if she didn't want to talk more, "Let's go, Burns and the others must be very unhappy. I have only released EPs for two consecutive years."
Sparrow originally wanted to say something, but seeing Angela like this, he changed the subject: "Frankly speaking, Angie, if you just play music, after the release of the third album on the contract, you can get one. a signature."
"I'll think about it." Angela nodded and stopped talking, just glanced at the clubhouse after the car started.
That's all there is to do at the moment, and if Michael Lohan is smart enough he should know how. But Angela didn't think this would be very safe. Think about how many times this guy had quit drinking, but what happened
I'm going to watch her influence her, protect her and guide her until five years from now, until she's 18 and can be independent. Angela looked at the street scene outside the window and thought silently, don't let me down, Lindsay!
The car soon came to Hollywood Records, and John Burns, who received the call, was already waiting at the front desk.
"Finally see you here again, the big star and the director are very busy." Burns teased and shook hands with Angela.
"When did you start talking sour, John? If anyone who didn't know heard it, they would think I dumped you." Angela replied with the same mocking.
"To be honest, if you go on like this, you'll really dump me—we." Burns shook his head as he walked.
"It shouldn't be that serious. I plan to continue working with you all the time." Angela rolled her eyes amusingly.
"Really?" Burns asked with some surprise, but then he waved his hand with a wry smile: "Don't write an empty check, let's take the time to release your third album first."
"You know, John, this year's situation is quite special. Too many doubts forced me to prioritize the production of "The Pianist"." Angela shrugged, "Next year should be much more comfortable."
"Then you haven't thought about using other methods to divert the public's attention? Like releasing a great new album and then hosting a few great concerts?" Burns suggested with ulterior motives.
Angela couldn't help laughing, then stopped and looked at Burns: "Tell me, John, if you are doing something and most people are questioning you, what are you going to do at this time?"
"As you said, speak with facts." Burns spread his hands. "It doesn't conflict, does it?"
"If it's really not a conflict from a normal point of view, but, John, do you know when being slapped is the most painful?" Angela laughed, and laughed very badly.
"You mean..." Burns frowned.
"When you feel the best about yourself." Before he could answer Angela had already taken it, "When they are arrogant and think that it is over and you are finished, they are right, and you suddenly slap and slap it hard. On their faces, their consternation looks the best at that time."
Burns blinked, and after a while, he said, "It sounds... you're really confident."
"If I was sweating when I first started filming, now I have 80% confidence to complete it according to my mind, just wait and see." Angela said and waved: "Okay, today We're not here to talk about this, are we? Let's go to the studio first, you should have everything I want ready."
The only purpose of taking time to go to the record company is to record the latest EP. At first, Angela only planned to record one song, but the record company felt that one song was too few, and it couldn't be less than last year's EP, right? After repeated persuasion, Angela agreed to record two songs, but she only wrote one song for this EP, so after thinking about it, she had to re-copy the old business and turn over "Stop stop stop" from the old paper pile and add it. Of course, It was essential to rewrite the lyrics and arrange the music.
After she finished singing leisurely, Angela frowned, took off the earphones after thinking for a few minutes, and picked them up again, then motioned to the assistant outside to play it again. After listening carefully a few times, Angela walked to the door frame and said to the assistant, "Alva, we have to start all over again, my voice is a little sweeter."
"No problem, miss." Alva Kinkit, who came over to be her production assistant, shrugged helplessly.
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon." Angela said soothingly. This piece of music has been recorded repeatedly for more than ten times, but Angela always feels that it is so close to perfection, so it is no wonder that others will be so resentful.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Angela couldn't help being stunned, but she immediately walked out of the recording studio and went straight to the door and opened it, followed by a figure rushing into her arms excitedly. called out, "Angie!"
Angela was led back several steps before she stood up, then rolled her eyes and scratched her head: "Okay, Brit, don't be like a child, I'm not your big toy."
Followed her and waved hello to Christina who came in later: "Hi, Christine."
"Hi, Angie." Christina nodded. Although she was relatively stable, she still pulled Britney back: "Dear Brit, do you still need a pacifier?"
"I don't mind if you're wearing it now." Brit grimaced at his girlfriend and partner, apparently their relationship was glued to the knees, otherwise it would have been quarrelling long ago.
"Why, does the most popular girl group in the United States come here to find me?" Angela said sarcastically.
Yes, the C&B group is already the most popular girl group in the United States. Since its debut in 1997, it has set several records in the music world and won the love of a large number of fans. Although 1+1 is not yet equal to 2, it is infinitely close to 2 as Angela originally planned, and it does not seem impossible to exceed 2. Interestingly, Britney is still called Britney, while Christina is called Pepper.
"Of course we are the most popular girl group, this is a clear fact." Britney said proudly, without any modesty. But Christina took over the conversation and then turned around: "But compared to Miss Genius, we are still a lot worse, aren't we?"
"When did you guys like to flatter yourself like this?" Angela showed a playful smile and frowned after her: "Didn't you release a new album at the beginning of the summer vacation? You should be running around for announcements now, right?"
"Of course, we are not idle, but no matter how intense the work is, should we take time to rest?"
"And I haven't seen you for a long time. We miss you very much, otherwise what would you do in the company at this time?"
"Yeah, you're always in touch by phone and email, are you really that busy?"
The two of you explained and criticized each and every one of your words. Although there was inevitably a complaint in the tone, Angela still found it very interesting, especially when the two of them folded their arms and tilted their heads to look at themselves. I have heard before that if two people live together for too long, many behaviors will gradually become the same as each other. Now it seems that this statement is still valid, and there is a living example in front of it.
"Well, I won't leave Los Angeles for a few days anyway. If you have time, why don't you come to my villa as a guest?" Angela said with a move in her heart.
"Visit at your house?" Britney and Christina asked in unison in surprise, nodding affirmatively at Angela, the two immediately cheered in a low voice, and then hugged Angela from left to right.
"If some fans come to the stage, are you all so enthusiastic?" Angela laughed and hugged them, suddenly screamed in a low voice, and then glared at the two of them. These two guys actually squeezed each side of their hips by the way, heck! Don't they know this is a recording studio! Fortunately, Alva took the opportunity to rest on the table after they came in, otherwise if she was seen...
Britney and Christina, who were giggling, gestured and told her: Don't worry about them paying attention. This made Angela not knowing who to be angry with.
At this moment, the knock on the door rang again, and Angela had to shake her head and open the door again. Another more petite figure crashed into her arms at this time: "Angie!"
"Weiwei?!" Angela looked at Avril who was holding her smile in surprise. However, she immediately reacted. Weiwei was undergoing training in the company, so it was normal to appear here.
"Angie, you... know each other?" Britney and Christina looked surprised.
"Of course, I've known each other for a long time, what's wrong?" Angela asked inexplicably.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that the two popular singers are a little proud and human." Avril, who let go of Angela and noticed Britney and Christina, pouted.
The two of them were a little embarrassed. Britney seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to refute something, but Christina immediately grabbed her and said blankly, "Yes, it's just a small misunderstanding."
Seeing this situation, how could Angela not know what happened, these three girls are full of personality, and they are in the same record company, if not for themselves...
"You are all my friends, if it's not a big misunderstanding, please forget them, okay?" Angela said with a light cough.
Three girls, look at me, I look at you, and finally Britney took a deep breath and stretched out her hand to Avril: "Britney Spears."
"Christina Aguilera." Christina also extended her hand.
"Avril Lavigne." Avril shook hands with them respectively, "Nice to meet you."
"So do we," Britney and Christina said together, and all three girls burst out laughing.
very good. Angela, who was looking in her eyes, nodded with satisfaction, especially Britney Spears was the first to express kindness. It was exactly what she wanted to see.
I am not an angel or a saint. I can't control the life and death of so many people. It is enough for me to care about the people around me who I can influence and who are worthy of influence.