Kayla's words were like a huge hammer hitting Angela's heart heavily. She couldn't help but take a few steps back and her face turned pale, looking at the woman in front of her with disbelief.
"You're joking, aren't you?" Angela looked at her and murmured, "Kyla, are you kidding?!"
However, the other party did not give the answer she wanted. She shook her head sadly and walked to the door without saying a word. Zhang panicked Angela suddenly rushed up, grabbed Kayla by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall: "Don't do this, Kayla, please! I... I know it's wrong, sorry, I swear it won't happen again things have happened…”
"Stop talking, Angie, please, don't tell me this again, I don't want to hear it anymore!" Kayla struggled desperately, she shook her head as if she wanted to use this method to prevent Angela's words from entering her ears.
"Listen to me, Kayla, I love you, I really love you," Angela said eagerly, grabbing her, "I didn't really understand until last night that I love you, and I want to be with you. You continue until…”
"Enough! I've heard enough of these!" Kayla pushed Angela away violently, tears pouring out of her eyes uncontrollably: "You know when I watched you and Scarlett together How do you feel?! Do you know how shocked I was to see Xia Xia sitting on your lap?! I took those questions to myself and wanted to pay for my indiscretion, but what did you do?! You really Have you considered my feelings?! I hate you, Angie, I hate you! You devil! Devil!!"
Kayla was so rude, as if she had vented all the things she had suppressed for a long time, but then she whimpered and held her face: "But... but I can't even hate you... "
The gleaming tears and the vent-like words that flowed from her fingers were like sharp daggers stabbing at Angela's heart, and the bone-piercing pain made her stare blankly at the crying Keira. Not knowing what to do, everything in front of her suddenly overlapped with some of the previous pictures, making her feel like she wanted to collapse on the ground.
Almost subconsciously, Angela murmured, "Don't do this, Nat, don't do this to me..."
When she reacted and covered her mouth, Kayla, who stopped crying, stared at her in a daze, with a look of despair in her eyes.
"That day... the night you came back from the set of Star Wars... that's what you called... that's the name... right?" Her voice became ethereal, and then she gave a miserable smile, "I'm a stand-in, always, right? ?"
She turned around abruptly, rushed to the door and ran out without looking back. The pale-faced Angie stretched out her hand and grabbed it in the air, then hung down weakly, staggered back a few steps, and leaned against the wall. On the ground, her empty eyes looked lifelessly ahead, as if her soul had also dissipated.
With a clatter of water, Angela slammed her head up from the bath and brought up a large splash of water. She gasped for breath. After a few seconds, she knelt beside the bath and stuck her head in the cold water again. The bathroom was quiet again except for a few blisters from time to time.
After a long time, she lifted her head up from the bath again with a clatter, and then turned around and leaned on the wall of the bath while she was panting, sitting limply on the ground, with water droplets constantly dripping from her face and long wet hair. It was dripping down, but she didn't care that even if her upper body was completely wet, she just stared at herself in the mirror.
"Get up," Angela whispered, "Get up, you bastard, don't forget that you still have important things to do!"
Hands with exposed blue veins gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, as if they could pull a piece off at any time. There was no blood on the pale face, with long hair stuck to it, like a corpse just picked up from the water.
"Get up, bastard! You have more important things to do! You can't fall here! You have more important things, do you understand!" She crawled on the ground and bowed her back in a low voice of despair He cursed, screaming like a wounded beast.
The two scandals related to Miss Angel, which were talked about in the summer vacation, finally became puzzling. Although Prince William immediately announced that there was no such thing after the report was published, they just made an appointment as friends to chat for a few days. However, Angela did not respond, and remained silent just as she had been publicly confessed by Kayla before. And on the day the report came out, he left London and returned to Los Angeles on a private jet.
A short post on her blog a few days later read: "I've never wanted to stay in London so much, and it's especially disgusting for people who say they are gratifying their own selfish desires for the public's right to know, and maybe I won't go back for a long time. "
After this blog post was reposted, it immediately aroused a lot of discussion. Although some British people said that the media was indeed a little too much, journalists became more rejoicing. For them, celebrities being angry will only produce more valuable news.
It's a pity that their reporters in Los Angeles didn't get much news. Although Angela, who returned to her own territory, did not start to reclusive like Kayla, she would never answer such questions when asked by reporters in public.
Only once, after Angela came out of the studio and was stopped by reporters, did she reply: "No matter how I answer, you can distort it into what you want, so I'll just keep my mouth shut and wait for you to write it, anyway. As long as I touch my bottom line, I will not hesitate to send you to court."
Even though the tabloids still used the headline "Miss Angel Makes a Threat" on the front page the next day, after reading Forbes' latest rich list, the content was still somewhat restrained, especially when the angel They became more cautious after the news came out that Miss planned to buy the "Daily Mirror" and then dismantled it.
The two scandals gradually faded away. For many people, these things do not affect them to continue to like Miss Angel. She is still as perfect as ever, and she is still writing on her blog. I hope that Fans will not use those vicious names to target Kayla. : "This is not what a well-bred person should say. I want people who like me to be enthusiastic, energetic and not impulsive."
She didn't change anything because of that, as many people thought, but not those in the studio.
"I remember it was very calm here, it will take two more seconds," Angela said coldly, looking at the screen, "I remember you should have listened, Mr. Jello? If you feel tired and want to rest, you can follow me. Say, I'm a reasonable person."
"Yes... Yes, Miss Angela, I will correct it immediately." The editor said sweating profusely.
"Very well, don't ask me to come to the editing room for this trivial matter next time, I need to focus on the soundtrack now!" Angela glanced at the room sternly, and then strode out.
After the door of the room was slammed shut, the editors breathed a sigh of relief and began to chat in a low voice.
"Jim, why didn't you just say something for me?" Jello, who had been scolded before, couldn't help but look at Jim Ford, the editor who was called "the queen".
"That won't help, Geralt." Jim said leisurely, "I remember telling you a long time ago, don't make mistakes when she's in a bad mood, and if you make mistakes, don't talk too much, otherwise you will be very upset. bad."
"Not even you?" Jello asked curiously.
"Neither can I. To be honest, I have never seen a guy who retreated in front of Angela in this state." Jim said shaking his head.
"I don't know if Miss Knightley and Prince William will do." Another editor chimed in.
"Well..." Jim really thought about it, "Miss Knightley may be better, Angela will always be harsher on men than women, she doesn't care what your identity is."
"So she's sexist?" Jello asked jokingly.
"Good question, you can ask her face to face." Jim said jokingly.
"What if it's a boyfriend or girlfriend?" The editor then asked with a smile.
"Well... it's hard to say," Jim smack his lips, "seems like she's never seen anyone on a date like a lover."
"I think she seems to be married to a job, let's see what happened to us recently." Jello sighed and shook his head.
"I think she can only marry a job. How many people in the world can marry her?" said the third editor.
"Okay guys, let's keep working, if you don't want to be scolded again." Another editor interjected, "Tell you guys, there were two guys who were rude when she heard about these things. It's been a tough sarcasm."
"Okay okay, keep working." A group of people suddenly started to get busy again.
In short, although everyone can gossip a few words or two in private, no one dares to make fun of Angela in front of Angela like before. No matter what is explained, try to complete it in the first time without error, otherwise, it will definitely be rejected. Barbed sarcasm and sarcasm. A depressing vibe filled the studio, and even James Cameron, who came to visit, felt it.
"They don't look very good. Are you using one as several people?" Cameron asked jokingly after sipping his coffee.
"Forget it, the recent post-production progress is behind schedule, I have to speed up the efficiency - it's really a headache to be in charge of editing and also responsible for the soundtrack or something." Angela sat on the sofa and pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly." In particular, I have to think about combining the tone of a Chinese national instrument with the violin."
"Chinese national musical instruments? Sounds like a difficult thing," Cameron raised his eyebrows.
"The tone of the instrument is suitable for what kind of pathetic atmosphere, so I want to add it." Angela said, then changed the subject, "You said you have something to call me, what is it?"
Cameron stared at her for a moment, and he seemed to want to say something but in the end just shrugged: "I thought you remembered."
"Are you planning to prepare "Transformers 2"?" Angela made a rare joke, and after Cameron folded his arms in dissatisfaction, he quickly said: "Okay, I remember, let's take a look. "
"Here." Cameron handed the USB flash drive to her. "You can give your opinion as much as you like, and I won't have any dissatisfaction."
Angela took it and plugged it into the laptop to watch, while Cameron was silently tasting the coffee.
It took about ten minutes, Angela read the script, raised her head and shrugged: "I have no opinion."
"No opinion?!" Cameron looked at her in amazement.
"Although this script has the shadow of "Dances with Wolves", "Pocahontas" and even "Warcraft" produced by our company, it is still watchable in terms of the whole story." Angela replied.
"Well, this story was conceived a long time ago, and it was revised several times in the middle. It's not surprising that there are shadows of other movies," Cameron complained, "and this time I will focus on filming techniques. so I don’t want to write a script that the audience can’t understand.”
"It's already very good," Angela said. "At the level of your storytelling, I believe this will definitely be a very good movie."
"While it's nice to hear you say that, I hope you'll revise it. You can rewrite it if you feel like it is necessary." Cameron scratched his head and made him say something like that. There are not many people, "Anyway, I have given you a copy of the previous settings, don't tell me you haven't seen it."
"How is that possible," Angela finally smiled, only reluctantly, "but I don't think it's appropriate to do so."
"Why?" Cameron raised his eyebrows.
"Because I don't have time." Angela spread her hands and followed her with another gesture: "Let's say, James, are you going to make just one movie or a trilogy like "Star Wars"?"
"I know what you mean. From my personal point of view, I have made so many settings and specially invited people to make up alien languages. Of course, it is better to make it into a trilogy." Cameron said With a wry smile, he shrugged, "But you have to understand, Angela, if you can't let the film company see profits, no matter how good the idea is, I'm not as rich as you."
"That's true. The previous investment plus the budget you gave this time will cost about 500 million." Angela nodded, "Then I can't revise or rewrite the script."
She raised her hand to stop Cameron from continuing: "Listen to me, James, if I am going to change it, I have to think about how to tell people the status quo of the polluted earth, and the difference between mercenaries and regulars, and why They can't hold more advanced weapons. Although these things are in the set data, I am not you after all, you are the creator, you know what to put in
The first part explains what to put in the second part. Even if you could help, I'd spend a lot of time on this, but now I'm busy with this, and if you want to get the script, at least this time next year. "
"This is... really bad news." Cameron patted his head depressedly.
"Okay, James, I said that this script is pretty good in terms of readability," Angela said comfortingly. "It's the truth. Do you think I'm lying to you?"
"How come," Cameron hurriedly laughed, "Then that's it, but your "Transformers 2" may be postponed indefinitely. If the filming starts, it may not be completed in 3 or 4 years."
"I know, but will you change your mind?" Angela asked rhetorically, "I still remember how excited you were on the phone - hey, Angela, what you promised me should be honored!"
She imitated Cameron's voice, and the other party laughed suddenly: "Okay, after this movie is finished, I promise to continue to make "Transformers 2" for you. How about if you don't let others People take over."
"I don't know, James, although I would love for you to continue directing - the previous
The first one was really good. But you know that the company will not let the money-making subject matter, besides Xi'an and Jie... Jesse and the others will become more and more mature, and it may not be very convincing to play young men and women in their 20s. "Although she couldn't help but paused in the middle, Angela finished speaking as if nothing had happened.
"Is that so?" Cameron thought for a moment. "You could have pushed the time back a few years when you were writing the script—or did you already have an outline?"
Angela spread her hands and shrugged.
"That's it, I won't disturb you." Cameron said and got up and left, "You still have things to do, don't you?"
Angela sent him down the corridor and then turned and left to go to her own separate studio, as Cameron said she still had a lot of work to do.
There are several musical instruments in the room, and the most obvious and frequently used places are a few erhus and violins.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Master Song." Angela said to the old man drinking tea in Chinese.
"It doesn't matter, just take it as a break." Master Song smiled and put down the teacup. He didn't look like an eighty-year-old at all, "Do you want to continue?"
"Of course." Angela nodded, picked up the violin and signaled that the old man could start.
This old gentleman was found indirectly by her grandmother and her uncle. It can be said that he is one of the few Chinese Americans who can learn erhu very well. Especially when he was forty years old, he specially went to the music school system. I also got a diploma in studying theory, which is really amazing.
It was decided long ago to use erhu and violin for the soundtrack of "The Diary of Rabe". The timbre of the erhu is very suitable for the kind of sadness that wants to talk about it, but I just want to match it perfectly with the violin. For Angela, it is still powerful. There are misses. Although she played the erhu fairly well - when she first met her uncle, she used the erhu to play a piece of "Super Mario" music, but that's about it.
There are also a lot of music talents in China, but after analyzing and thinking for a long time, she hoped that her uncle could recommend a Chinese who is good at erhu through her grandmother, so she found Mr. Song Lao.