"God, I just forgot Jefferson's four heads on President Hill. Miss Green actually asked me to sing a song in the classroom because of this. It's really unfair. No one else can tell." Sitting in the last row of the school bus Angela complained to Jessica.
"That's because you're outstanding and compelling." Jessica laughed.
"Jesse! Are you comforting me or mocking me!" Angela waved her small fist angrily.
Jessica immediately made a resentful look and said displeased: "I'm telling the truth, Your Highness, if you are not outstanding, how can your prince find you."
"You still act! I told you to act!" Angela was about to pinch Jessica's cheek, but Jessica giggled and dodged, and the two girls were joking together again.
After playing for a while, they stopped. Angela suddenly looked at Jessica and sighed. Jessica was a little puzzled, and she reached out and waved in front of her: "Hey, Angie, what's the matter with you?"
"It's nothing," Angela shook her head, her tone a little sad, "It's just that I'm graduating this year, and next year you're going to the drama school, we may never have the chance to ride the school bus together again."
"God, you think too much. I haven't moved out. Even if we don't see each other, we can still play together on weekends." Jessica is a little puzzled, she is not "forty"." The old man" kind of sentimental.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this," Angela shrugged, changed the subject, and approached Jessica with her hands curled into the microphone: "Then, Miss Jessica Alba, how do you treat yourself? How do you feel about winning an Oscar for Best Actress?"
When it comes to acting, Jessica always has a lot to say, which just gives Angela time to be sentimental enough. The reason why she felt a little bit just now is not only because she is "old", but also because she is currently the only one of her age confidant. After so many years of sticky beans and sticky beans, she felt that if she couldn't see Jessica for a day, she would feel that there was something missing in her life. Of course, the reason why she was so intimate was the love she gave to Sister Jessica Alba in her previous life. Love also plays a role in fueling the flames, don't worry about certain things, after all, she doesn't have the tools to commit crimes.
"Hey, Angie! You're distracted again!" Jessica waved her hand in front of her again, shouting dissatisfied.
"What, oh, sorry," Angela came back to her senses and hurriedly smiled: "Then, Miss Alba, please continue your acceptance speech."
"Did you not hear at all just now?" Jessica folded her arms and tilted her head to look at her.
"Oh, don't be like that, dear, you know that sometimes it's easy for me to get distracted." Angela stuck out her little tongue.
Jessica sighed, put her arms around the backrest of the front row, raised her head and said softly: "You know, Angie, I really don't have any extravagant hopes for winning, I just want to perform and perform for everyone. Whether it’s a TV series, a movie, or a stage play, as long as it can give me a stage to express myself and let my ideals bloom, I’m very satisfied.”
Angela looked at her lovely profile, and couldn't help turning waves in her heart. Of course, she knew about Jessica's future achievements. Although film critics paid more attention to her beautiful appearance, no one could deny what she did for her ideals. Her hard work, now listening to her talk about her dreams with her own ears, seeing her longing eyes full of persistence, she felt an impulse for no reason, like an electric current flowing all over her body, making her a little irritable and excited.
"Well, Jessica, when you become famous, I'll write a script for you!" Angela leaned in front of her, stared at her and said seriously.
Jessica was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why, are you going to go to film school?"
"I'm serious!" Angela was a little displeased and lowered her voice: "You know, Touchstone Films under Disney sent someone to my house yesterday to tell me that they liked one of my animation scripts and a movie script. , intend to buy it."
"What?" Jessica looked at her in surprise, her eyes were wide open and her mouth almost O-shaped, "Really?!"
"If you don't believe it, you'll know when the movies and cartoons are released." Angela was very dissatisfied with Jessica's suspicion, and puffed up her chest like a proud little peacock.
At this time, the school bus turned a street and was near Blenkert Street. The little girl hurriedly grabbed her schoolbag and ran to the door, not forgetting to turn her head and make a face to Jessica before leaving.
"Hey, Angie, is what you just said true?" Jessica lay in front of the car window and shouted to Angela who got out of the car.
"I already told you! Do you believe in your own decision?" Angela made a face again, and before she could shout again, she ran for a few meters before stopping, and then looked back, the school bus had already driven away .
"Damn Jesse, you don't believe me!" Angela muttered, walking slowly home angrily. At this time, she had completely forgotten her parents' disbelief yesterday.
At the door of the house, Jennifer was waiting for her with milk as always after she rang the doorbell.
"Little one, how was your day at school?" the housekeeper asked with a smile.
"It's unfortunate, I forgot that there is Jefferson on President Hill." The little girl swallowed and shrugged.
"It's great that you didn't call him Mr. Rushmore at least." Jennifer said jokingly, and then said sternly: "Chrissy, Mrs. Meyers is here for you."
"Mrs. Meyers? How long have you been here?" Angela's eyes lit up and she asked hurriedly.
"About... it's been half an hour?" Jennifer replied after thinking for a while.
"What's wrong with her?" The little girl pinched her chin. "If you decide to buy two of my scripts and need to negotiate the price, then you should talk to your parents. Why do you want me?"
"You won't know until you go in." Jennifer said with a smile.
"God, you're here again, but you didn't tell me you knew it." Angela rolled her eyes and walked in a little depressed.
Like yesterday, Mom Elena and Nancy were sitting on the sofa in the living room, but the atmosphere between them was a little weird.
"Hi, Mom, I'm back." Although she was puzzled, Angela greeted politely: "Hello, Mrs. Meyers."
"Hello, Angela, I'm glad we meet again, you can call me Nancy." Nancy replied with a smile.
"Chris, put down your schoolbag and come to the living room, Nancy has something to talk to you alone." Elena glanced at Nancy and said, the strange atmosphere became more and more obvious.
Although the little guy didn't understand what happened, it didn't prevent her from playing tricks. She scratched her head, then looked at her mother and said with a smile: "If you just talk about it alone, you can talk to me. room."
Elena frowned slightly, then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, no problem."
Angela stuck out her tongue and greeted Nancy with her schoolbag. Nancy smiled and followed her upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, the little guy breathed a sigh of relief, and from time to time he turned his head to look in the corridor, looking very cute.
"It seems that you are very afraid of your mother." Nancy next to her joked.
"It's not fear, it's love," Angela said solemnly: "There is a saying in China called 'fear because of love'. It is precisely because of love that she is afraid of her, afraid of her being angry, afraid of causing trouble for her, and afraid of her being unhappy, although It's mostly used between men and women, but I think the same can be said between children and parents."
"One, two, two?" Nancy frowned and reluctantly said, and then asked in surprise, "You can speak Chinese?!"
"Oh, I can speak English, Chinese, French and a little bit of Swedish and Greek." Angela shrugged with a smile, then remembered something, and hurriedly moved the stool in front of the dresser over: "I'm sorry, please take a seat. "
As soon as Nancy sat down, she left another sentence, please wait and ran out, which made her laugh and shake her head, but she also liked the little guy even more. I really didn't expect that this talented girl has language talent. She looked up at Angela's bedroom, which was large but tidy, and seemed to be cleaned frequently, and from the arrangement of some small items, it could be seen that she did it all by herself. Of course, she didn't know that the little girl was forced by her mother to clean herself since she was a child. The room, as an otaku who used to lazily trim and take care of hygiene, what a painful torture, of course, she was tortured in the end.
At this time, Nancy's eyes fell on the piano by the balcony, and there were many musical instruments next to the piano, such as violins, guitars, piccolo, etc., and many others she could not name. On the opposite side of the piano is a lift table, on which are neatly piled papers and many brushes - these are not crayons for children's graffiti, but real carbon pencils for sketching, stylus for comics, etc., I believe that the concept maps of the Lion King were created here!
All this made Nancy more and more surprised. If Angela is really so versatile, what kind of surprises can she give
"I've kept you waiting." Angela came back at this time with a plate containing a teapot and cup and her own juice.
"Thank you very much." Nancy took the cup, then pointed to the instruments: "I can see that you like music very much."
"Yes, but learning an instrument is a coincidence." The little girl replied with a smile, "When I was a child, the doctor said that I had ADHD, so I had to do something to focus, so I chose to learn painting and musical instruments. I didn't feel it, but I became more and more fascinated later, and as a result, people from the National Children's Association were attracted."
"Why?" Nancy asked in confusion.
"Because of my practice all day long, some people thought my parents were abusing their children and called the association." Angela shrugged.
Nancy couldn't help laughing: "You are really cute, Angela."
"Thank you for the compliment." The little guy rolled his eyes secretly. Every time she was praised by a stranger as cute, she always felt a little creepy. It seemed that she still wasn't fully used to being a girl.
"Oops," she suddenly patted herself on the head: "I'm going to talk about other things, so, Nancy, do you have anything to do with me?"
Nancy put away her smile and stared at Angela. After a while, she said solemnly, "Angela, can I invite you to star in "Born to Be"?"