I’m in Hollywood

Chapter 174: Why is it black?

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At the gate of the Fox studio, a tall black security guard occasionally glanced at the two men standing not far from the gate. The two men hiding in the shade of the tree were both over six feet tall, although they were well dressed, However, the younger man with a broad forehead, big chin, and frowning eyes doesn't look like a good person at all. In addition, only the old-looking man among the two is carrying a backpack and neither has a camera. No, so the black security guard secretly increased his vigilance, and at the same time informed his companions to prevent these two people from sneaking in while they were not paying attention. Although this kind of thing rarely happened, it was not uncommon. There are often big stars filming on the set. Once someone sneaks in to harass them, no matter whether there is any loss or not, they, the security guards on duty, can only pack up and leave.

However, the two have been honest and have not committed any inappropriate behavior, so the security guards did not find any reason to drive them away. The two waited there before ten o'clock, and had no intention of leaving until nearly twelve o'clock. From time to time, they looked at the gate of the studio and the road next to it, as if they were waiting for someone.

≤⊙, at about 11:50, a yellow taxi stopped near the gate of the studio, the door opened, a fair-skinned petite girl in a pink T-shirt and denim shorts, wearing heart-shaped sunglasses got out of the car He walked up and down, carrying a small canvas bag and holding a parasol in his hand. When the two men saw the girl, they quickly approached her. During the conversation, the slightly older man snatched her away. The girl's parasol was supporting each other, and the three of them walked towards the gate.

The black security guard looked at the girl with sunglasses and skin as fair as milk who was walking in. He had a feeling of deja vu until the other party approached the door for pedestrians, and he stopped the three of them: "I'm sorry, Three, please show your pass."

The two men looked at Drew together, and the girl took off her sunglasses: "I'm here to find Eric Williams, sir, do you think I can go in directly?"

"You...you are Miss Drew Barrymore," Drew took off his sunglasses, and the black security guard recognized him at a glance, relaxed his vigilance, and smiled politely at Drew, showing his white teeth: "Of course No problem, but according to the regulations, you can't enter directly without a pass, Miss Barrymore, can you wait a moment? I'll call the studio where Mr. Williams is and ask them to send someone to pick you up."

"Then thank you, this...Mr. Crick," Drew said, glancing at the other party's badge.

At noon in August, the eyes of Los Angeles were scorching, and the temperature exceeded 30 degrees, so the big black man let the three of them into the lounge next to the gate, and then dialed the phone.

The girl walked into the lounge, found a chair and sat down very familiarly, took out chewing gum from her bag, stuffed it into her small mouth, and chewed it, then took out the makeup mirror and tidied her hair before looking for the pestle next to her. The two big men who couldn't find a place to sit laughed and said, "Lawrence, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Of course not, Drew, we just came half an hour earlier than you," Lawrence Bender said with a smile, the black security guard who was on the phone heard what Lawrence Bender said, just glanced at him, and didn't Debunk the meaning.

The girl saw that the shirts of the two were soaked in sweat, she didn't ask any more questions, she shrugged her small shoulders, she told the other party to come back after eleven o'clock, but it seems that the other party came quite early, maybe It was because she was afraid of being delayed due to traffic jams on the way, and the girl didn't care much about such things anyway.

Quentin Tarantino, who was standing next to Lawrence Bender, kept silent. He wasn't shy, and of course he was less likely to be shy. In comparison, he was actually more talkative than Lawrence Bender. It's just that this gentleman always secretly glanced at the little feet exposed from the girl's sandals from time to time, feeling a little uncomfortable. The white and tender little feet are exquisite like a pair of works of art, but why do you want to dye black nail polish? Ah, why dye it black! Quentin, who seemed to be scratched by something in his heart, even had an urge to pounce on and clean off the black nail polish. Of course, it cannot be done in reality.

Drew chatted with Lawrence Bender before turning to Quentin. Coincidentally, he caught Quentin's sneaky glance at his feet. The girl was not angry, but smiled at Quentin with a look of being taken aback. I caught Oh's playful look.

Quentin hurriedly turned his eyes aside in embarrassment, and at the same time covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, trying to ease the embarrassment.

But the girl didn't want to let him go, she raised her foot to look at it, and asked directly: "Quentin, is there something wrong with my foot?"

"Uh... cough cough, no, of course not, Miss Barrymore, your feet are... very beautiful," Quentin replied incoherently, and soon felt Lawrence's elbow hit his waist, and he immediately reacted: "No , no, I mean..."

"Hehe..." Seeing the flustered look of the other party, the girl laughed heartlessly.

Lawrence Bender also glanced at his best friend speechlessly. When is this? If the little aunt in front of me is a little more narrow-minded, this opportunity we have so hard to get will be wasted.

Fortunately, the staff who came to greet Drew and the three on the set resolved Quentin's embarrassment, and the three came to the studio of "Friends" together in a battery car.

Walking into the studio, Drew went straight to Eric, Lawrence Bender and Quentin Tarantino followed quickly, and soon saw Drew rushing towards a man in a blue T-shirt The young man, Eric and Drew hugged each other, and let the little girl rub against his face helplessly, before letting go of the girl, and walking in front of Lawrence Bender and Quentin Tarantino.

"Hello, Mr. Tarantino, Mr. Bender," Eric shook hands with the two of them. Quentin originally thought that Eric would greet Lawrence first. After all, it seemed that the two of them really regarded Lawrence as their leader. Dominant, but Eric did walk towards him first, which made Quentin suddenly feel flattered. Although in the evaluation of friends, Quentin has always been a very narcissistic guy, but narcissism is definitely It depends on the occasion. Facing a director who has earned more than US$10 in the global box office even though it was years ago, Quentin still naturally feels ashamed. (The novel "I Am Hollywood" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign on the top right "Add friend", search public Number "qdread" and pay attention, hurry up!)