Angela was a little surprised when she received the invitation letter from the high school reunion. She wanted to refuse, after all, she was preparing for "Love Actually". But the other party then entrusted Louis Heller, the former chairman of the film club, to make a phone call. Thinking about the fact that he used to have a few good friends in Weber High School. Although they occasionally contacted by email, they hadn't seen each other for a long time. So Angela finally agreed after thinking about it carefully, which was about a day anyway.
But the host of this high school reunion was a guy who used to form a band at school. He wanted to regroup the people who formed the band to sing some songs at the party. I don't know how to move Jim Ford. Angela can write songs for them for the sake of fellow graduates.
After thinking about it, Angela felt that it was no big deal if she agreed to attend the class reunion and write another song, but because she spent her time and energy on "Love First", she turned "Floorfiller" in the "Treasure Box". Came out to them, and this dance rock is perfect for young people to sing at proms.
What I didn't expect was that when she returned to Los Angeles to attend the party at the bar under the package, these guys who had been rehearsing for a long time wanted her to sing! What the heck, Angela hasn't sung in public for years, and these guys actually want her to be sexy when she sings!
Well, even if some unfamiliar typhoons can be ignored, and even if she wears clothes, she can decide by herself, but the key is that she has never sang before and is not familiar with the lyrics for some reason. Do you want to sing vaguely on the stage? It's not about singing Chinese Rap.
But these guys kept saying good things, especially Jim, who didn't go to college after graduation, and went to major film studios as a free intern while working. Not only did he learn a lot in editing, but he also became more and more powerful.
"Just think, what did those guys ever say about you? Shouldn't you be on stage to show off? To have a ladylike laugh? Heck, that's not the Angela Mason I know, whatever billionaire he is. What kind of famous lady, do what she wants to do, do you need to care about other people's eyes?" Jim said in a frantic voice, "As for the lyrics, take a look by the way, and if you don't remember when you sing it, it's better to be vague. The key is how you feel, I believe that when you come off the stage, you will feel very happy after you release your emotions without any scruples!"
If it was the previous Angela, even if she was moved, she might not agree. But since graduation, her mood has been disturbed. Even if it is occasionally stable, it is because of leaving certain things behind, so Jim's last words touched her, and even changed into a small belly button. But what the final result will be, there is no need to say more.
"Why did I lose my mind and agree to that guy?" Angela, who was changing clothes, muttered after the bodyguard checked the room and found nothing like a camera.
But she didn't know that the trouble that the song "Floorfiller" brought to her had just begun. She didn't know which guy brought DV to the class reunion. The text wrote a few explanations, and the result made the fans in an uproar.
"It's too much! It's so good to write a song for the classmates' reunion, why don't you want to put more effort into the music?! Are those of us who are looking forward to your new song day and night so worthless?! "One fan left such a "tearful" complaint on Angela's blog.
Of course, these are all things to come. Now Angela, after changing her clothes and restoring her previous calm temperament, came to the hall to deal with the classmates who came to chat with various excuses. But strike up a conversation and strike up a conversation, dance and the like should be avoided.
"I'm not really interested in dancing," she said when she was with some old friends from the film club.
"But didn't it look good when I sang before?" Jim couldn't help but muttered, and before Angela's murderous gaze came over, he looked around as if he was looking for the person who just spoke.
"Hey, Angie, don't you really want to make movies in the UK in the future?" Louis Heller hurriedly changed the subject.
"Why, when did you start believing the news from the tabloids?" Angela spread her hands helplessly. Although most of the British media are hyping "Love Actually", the mainstream American media did not challenge this time. After all, the facts are there, and Angela's status as an American national icon cannot be shaken under any circumstances.
Even if there are few American directors like her, who have a high reputation and go to the UK to direct movies, but since many British directors can shine in Hollywood, why can't American directors make movies with a strong British style
However, the tabloids don't think so. For them, attracting attention is the most important thing, so news such as "Miss Angel went to the UK to direct a new movie and may not return to Hollywood" frequently appeared in the newspapers.
Even if the mainstream media has brushed off the news, there are still people who believe what the tabloids say. When Angela returned to Los Angeles, before she got out of the airport, a service staff nervously asked her if she would only be shooting movies in the UK in the future, not to mention the comments on the website and those who heard that she was guarding outside the villa after her return. Journalists are paparazzi. The only good thing is that no one asked about Crash anymore.
"No, no, I just want to hear your answer," Louis waved his hand. "We all knew back in the film club that no one can fully understand what you're thinking."
"Okay okay, my answer is: No." Angela shrugged depressedly, "I'm satisfied now? I really don't understand what you are thinking, even if you can't see through my thoughts, this kind of news should be able to Discuss."
Louis was silent for a few seconds before sighing lightly: "Maybe it's because I haven't seen each other for a few years, you have become the most famous woman in the world, and everyone in the film club..."
Having said that, he spread his hands a little helplessly. Angela knew what he meant. Among the few people who came to the film club, Louis went to Stanford to study finance and is now helping in his father's company; Morris worked as a stockbroker; and Yang, the Chinese, now Working as a photographer for a magazine. Only Jim is still working tirelessly in Hollywood.
"Don't pay attention to them, they are all losers. I am the only one who is still fighting for my dream. You see, they don't even dare to come to the alumni reunion." Jim said proudly with his chest out, with the feeling of being a villain.
Louis and Angela both shook their heads and laughed, knowing that this guy was doing it on purpose. To be successful, Louis and the others all have their own careers, while Jim is still between the intern and the official editor, and there is a reason why the others did not participate in the reunion. However, Jim is right, at least he is still fighting for his dream.
"Well, I wish you the best of luck, Jim." Louis raised his glass and touched Jim.
"I think I can give you some help, if you want." Angela also raised the cup.
"Really?!" Jim's eyes suddenly started to sparkle.
"Yes, but if I don't pass, I won't be polite." The girl said seriously.
"No problem, sir! Guaranteed to get the job done, sir!" Jim grinned and waved his hand on his forehead.
"That's it for now," Angela nodded. "By the way, what time is it now?"
"10:24 - don't you ever wear a watch?" Louis asked, looking at the time.
"I don't like wearing things on my wrist. Anyway, there are many ways to know the time, and it can also be used to get close." Angela said with a smile, glanced around before saying: "Okay, I'm leaving. already."
"Leave?" Both of them looked surprised, "Now? The party isn't over yet?!"
"I have other things to do, and if I leave after the party, it's not easy to get rid of those annoying guys outside." Angela explained, "Apologize to the initiator Andrew on my behalf, and remind him Watch out for the new song agreement. Also, I'll have someone contact you asap, Jim."
After coming out of the back door of the bar, Angela, who got into the car, did not let Buckt drive the first time, and sat firmly for two minutes before letting another car drive out of the alley first. Sure enough, as soon as they drove out, the flashing light creaked, and the other car immediately stepped up the accelerator and sped out. The reporters who were ambushed there immediately got on the motorcycles and got on the cars to chase.
"Sure enough..." Angela murmured, not wanting to pursue the letter reported by anyone at the party, and waved Bucket to start the car and drive out from the other side of the alley.
When it's quiet around, something comes up naturally, even if she doesn't want to think about it. Angela didn't know whether to thank or hate Alizee. Every time she organized her schedule, the other party would include a bit of news about Kate, Jessica, or Natalie. Usually it's a report on the progress of the "Transformers" shooting, or some advertising signing, not obvious but not easy to ignore.
Damn, what do you want me to say about you, Lily? Angela held her head and looked at the night scene of Los Angeles outside the car window. No matter what, when I think about it, my heart hurts, especially when the faces of Scarlett and Rachel also emerge from my head, that kind of feeling is more complicated, especially when something is about to come out, not come out.
"Stop here, Bucket," Angela said suddenly.
The car stopped on the side of the street and attacked. The girl who was slightly dressed up and put on a wig got out of the car and took a deep breath against the evening wind. Then she said to the bodyguard in the car, "I want to walk on the street."
"But, miss..." Buckett wanted to stop him, but Angela stopped him immediately: "It's just a short distance, you and Wilder can follow behind, and the security here is not bad."
This is true. Although the current parking lot on Vitrot Street is full of nightclubs and bars, the law and order is surprisingly good. It can almost be ranked in the top few blocks in Los Angeles. Many celebrities also like to come here for a drink or nightclub. Angela thought that this dress was not bad enough to be recognized at a glance, and besides, she was only walking for a while.
Well, stop thinking about it, go back to London tomorrow, and press on to continue filming "Love Actually", you still have... a lot of things to do. Angela, who stopped, rubbed her face hard, and finally recovered herself.
At this time, a somewhat familiar drunken words came from the front: "Hey, you are a bunch of idiots. If I hadn't been smart enough, I'd probably have been kicked out by the guards."
Why does it sound a bit like... Angela hurriedly looked for her voice and frowned. Sure enough, among the men and women not far away, Lindsay, wearing a black T-shirt and trousers, was talking in a drunken state.
"I told you long ago, it's just a few glasses of beer. It's impossible to get me drunk." Lindsay's blushing face, her eyes were already bent into crescents, and she revealed a smug smile from time to time. Her long hair fluttering in the wind is very free and easy, and it has a different kind of charm under the slightly dim street lights.
"Really, or how about we can find a place to try again?" a girl wearing a nose ring said as she put her arms around her boyfriend, her eyes rolling around wondering what she was thinking.
"Sounds... it seems good." Lindsay glanced at the others with a smile, "Do you think so too?"
"Of course, I think it would be nice to go to Rogers' house, what do you think, Lindsay?" said a boy with thick smoky makeup, reaching for the girl's shoulder.
Although Lindsay looked a little drunk, she still smiled and ducked: "I think there should be a better place."
"Really? Let's hear it?" A voice rang coldly.
The giggling men and women couldn't help but turn their heads to look, a woman wearing a light-colored trench coat and long black hair was standing in the shadow of a street lamp not far away, looking at Lindsay coldly.
The girl frowned and was about to ask a question, but suddenly she thought of something and looked at the other person carefully, followed by a shiver and woke up most of the time. Others didn't notice her abnormality. The boy who wanted to hug Lindsay was the first to scream: "Hey, do you want to participate too, little girl? We are always welcome."
However, the other party ignored him at all, and just looked at Lindsay coldly. The boy who didn't get a response couldn't help being a little annoyed, but before he could continue talking, the other party said, "Come here!"
The tone was light but with a hint of chill, which made people completely confused. Before the group could react, Lindsay had lowered her head a few steps and came to the woman's side.
"Hey hey, what's going on?" A group of people immediately shouted, attracting a few passers-by to look here from time to time, and the boy earlier shouted quite unhappily: "Hey, you fucking who is it."
They said that they were about to come over, but they stopped before taking two steps, and a tall white man appeared behind the woman. One of his hands was put under his clothes and he didn't come out. Although he didn't say anything, his stern face made these young people a little intimidated.
At this time, a silver Rolls-Royce drove over, and those who knew the goods couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice. The woman didn't say a word and got into the car, while Lindsay followed behind silently. With the sound of the engine, the car sped away, leaving these men and women standing there staring at each other with big eyes.
"Angie, I..." After being silent for a long time, Lindsay, who had not completely subsided, opened her mouth to explain with a smell of alcohol, but Angela immediately blocked it back coldly: "Go back and talk about it."
The car quickly returned to the new villa in Beverly Hills. Angela took Lindsay to the small living room, instructed Annie and then closed the door, then turned her head and frowned tightly without blinking. He stared at Lindsay for a long time before asking coldly, "What did you promise me?"
"But you also said that as long as it's not nightclubs and bars of unknown origin, it's okay to go to it once or twice." The girl said hurriedly.
"Yes, I said that, but if I'm not there tonight, what will happen next?" Angela asked in a raised voice.
"Next?" Lindsay blinked and recalled, and continued to defend, "I didn't plan to go with them at all, I was just joking..."
"Just kidding? Oh, yes, everyone jokes around that time, doesn't they?" Angela said sarcastically, "When they ask you where is a better place, you answer your own home, right? What a good excuse."
"It's not an excuse," Lindsay raised her voice unconsciously, "I don't know any of those people except Edith, who I know at most. There is too much contact."
"Come on, Lindsay, I know you too well," Angela said with a hint of anger in her tone, "Why don't you admit it?! You never took my words to heart!"
"I..." Lindsay, who had been keeping her head down like a child who made a mistake, raised her head abruptly, her flushed face not knowing whether it was because of the alcohol or because of anger, "It's just that I went to the nightclub for a few drinks. It's not my mother, why are you dictating my life!"
Angela's body shook violently, her face suddenly turned a lot paler, and the room suddenly became quiet. She stared at Lindsay in a daze, and after a long time she said in a haggard voice, "Yeah, I'm not your parents after all..."
She said and turned around and walked out a little staggeringly.
"Ann... Angie..." Lindsay immediately realized that her words were a bit too much, and hurriedly made a few gestures to say something to ease, but when she called Angela's name, she realized that she didn't know what to say.
Angela didn't stop her footsteps, she just sighed after walking to the door: "It's late at night, go to sleep."
"Oh, damn it, what have you done!" Lindsay, who sat down on the chair, immediately hugged her head, "Why doesn't Angie believe me!
After sighing for a few minutes, she suddenly raised her head, looked at the wall and squinted as if she had made up her mind. She squeezed her hand into a fist and slammed it on the armrest with a final word - followed by her screaming and shaking her hands and jumping up.