Speaking of the Disco Get Out movement, one must not avoid the 1978 "Grease" starring John Travolta. This disco-themed musical film not only won the box office champion that year, but also pioneered the first release of the film Soundtrack.
That record not only created an insurmountable sales record for many years, but also brought the disco record industry to its peak, but this peak did not last long. One year after the release of "Grease", because of an accidental opportunity, a boycott broke out Disco's 'Disco Get Out' movement.
In Eric's view, there is obviously a conflict of interests in this movement, just like the suppression that Michael Jackson encountered later, because the popularity of disco records with low creation costs has caused huge damage to the traditional record industry. Only when there was a shock, would the traditional recording industry bosses take advantage of that accidental incident to manipulate public opinion and set off a movement to suppress disco.
Eric was chatting with Catherine about the past, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw two girls approaching.
The two girls came to his side, and Eric was sure that their target was him. Looking up, one of the two girls was wearing a ponytail, with a shy expression, and her head was slightly lowered; the other girl had shoulder-length short haircut , fair-skinned, wearing a black sequined dress, shining in the light.
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Seeing Eric looking at them, the short-haired girl plucked up her courage and asked, "Excuse me, are you Eric Williams?"
Eric didn't answer, but looked at the woman sitting next to him with surprise on his face: "Look, Catherine, someone mistook me for Eric Williams again. But I think I should be a little more handsome than him Bar?"
Catherine gave Eric a blank look. No answer. The two girls believed in Eric's performance. They looked at each other for a moment, wondering if they should leave.
Eric stood up on his own initiative, and reached out to the fair-skinned girl: "Hello, my name is Alan, Alan Fishman."
The girl in the sequined dress reached out to Eric: "Hello, Ellen, you can call me Charlotte, this is Alice."
Eric shook hands with the ponytail girl beside Charlotte again. He smiled and said, "Can I buy you a drink?"
The two women glanced at Catherine, who was sitting next to Eric, and Charlotte nodded when she saw that the woman didn't say anything: "Okay."
So, under Catherine Bigelow's speechless gaze, Eric led the two girls towards the bar, ordered a few glasses of wine, and Eric stopped at the bar to chat with the two girls. In less than five minutes, the two girls were coaxed into smiles by Eric, and the short-haired girl named Charlotte waved her small fist and beat Eric's chest lightly, wanting to stick to Eric's body.
subsequently. Catherine was even more speechless when she saw Eric holding up the little hands of the two girls and walking to the dance floor, amidst the blaring music. Eric danced skillfully, and the two girls also took Eric as the center, surrounding him like two butterflies.
Seeing Eric put his hands on the ponytail girl's bare waist, Catherine, who felt unnatural at first, finally couldn't help whispering: "Little pervert, even said that this is the first time she has come to this kind of place .”
Just as Catherine was considering whether she was going to leave early, a white man in his thirties approached her: "Miss, can I sit here?"
Looking at the strike-up person who suddenly appeared in front of her, Catherine's first reaction was to look at Eric, but to her disappointment, Eric didn't seem to pay attention to this side, and was still dancing with the two girls. But those two-color hands were already wrapped around the waist of the other short-haired girl, and there was a faint tendency to slip.
"Sorry, sir, there are already people here," Catherine stared at Eric's hands for two seconds before saying coldly to the man in front of her.
"Are you talking about that boy?" The man pointed in Eric's direction and smiled: "I don't think he will come back in a short time, seriously, leaving a lady here to dance with other girls It's a very inappropriate thing."
As the man said, he sat down beside Catherine, "Introduce me, my name is Bernie Wesley, and I work on Wall Street."
The other party has always been polite, Catherine couldn't be cold-eyed, and introduced herself concisely: "Catherine."
"Catherine, I've noticed you a long time ago. You have a quiet and restrained temperament. I don't think you should be here at all. Well, let me guess, you are a doctor... a lawyer... an accountant?"
Bernie Wesley guessed a few times in a row, but he was a little fuzzy. Seeing that the other party would continue to guess, Catherine had no choice but to say: "I am a director."
Bernie Wesley didn't feel embarrassed at all. Although he doesn't pay much attention to Hollywood, he also knows some unspoken rules of Hollywood: "It's unbelievable, you are so beautiful, if you say you are an actor, it will be easier for people to accept Some, directing is not a job that women can play well."
Although there was no discriminatory meaning in the other party's tone, Catherine was still a little disgusted when she heard these words, and her brows frowned slightly. Bernie Wesley is obviously a good player at observing words and feelings, and immediately changed his words: "Of course, there are still many outstanding female directors in Hollywood. By the way, you have produced those works, maybe I should go and see them?"
"You won't be interested," Catherine said.
Bernie Wesley thought that Catherine didn't have any good works. Looking at the age of the woman in front of him, he felt that the woman was only thirty years old at most. Male directors in this age group may not be able to shoot any works, let alone women. Bernie Wesley thought about it for a while, and quickly said: "Then do you have any projects that you are interested in? You know, our company actually has investments in Hollywood. If you have a good script in your hand, maybe I can Can you help me build a bridge?"
Contrary to Bernie Wesley's expectations, the woman didn't show any emotion at all, and said lightly, "Sorry, I don't think it's necessary."
"Don't be so absolute, why don't you leave a contact information, you will find that you may be able to help yourself a lot at any time."
Although Catherine was a very patient person, she also felt disgusted by the entanglement of the man in front of her, and said bluntly: "Mr. Wesley, if possible, I would like to be quiet for a while."
"Oh, come on, Catherine, this is a dance hall." Bernie Wesley didn't seem to feel the woman's disgust, and said with a smile on his face: "Why don't you go dancing together, if you can't, I can… "
Before he could finish his sentence, Bernie Wesley felt a hand pat on his shoulder. Looking up, two tall men in suits had appeared behind him at some point.
"Sir, please don't pester this lady?"
Bernie Wesley also thought that these two tall men were thugs in the name of security guards in the ballroom who took the wrong medicine and meddled in their own business, and wanted to reprimand them based on their friendship with the owner of the ballroom.
But he quickly noticed the difference. The two people in front of him didn't have the smug aura of dance hall thugs at all. Although they suddenly looked unremarkable at all, the cold aura emanating from the two people was definitely not something that punks can possess of. He happened to see this kind of temperament from the bodyguard next to the big boss behind the company at an annual meeting. He heard that such people were often professional soldiers retired from the special forces, and most of them had killed people.
A person with such a level of bodyguard protection is definitely not something that a small investment manager like him can provoke. Bernie Wesley stood up knowingly, made an apologetic gesture to Catherine, and walked away in a little embarrassment. opened.
Catherine thanked Eric's two bodyguards softly, and the two just nodded slightly in response, and quietly retreated to an inconspicuous corner.
Looking at the crowd on the dance floor again, I just noticed that Eric was also looking this way, and made a done gesture to her. Obviously, the two bodyguards who rescued her just now were ordered by him. Realizing that he has been paying attention to her side, for some reason, she felt a little relief in her heart that she couldn't detect.
Catherine, a lonely woman, sat on the sofa here for a long time, and Bernie Wesley was not the only one who was hunting for sex. Originally, she was planning to wait for Bernie Wesley to come back after he came back. No matter what happened, she stopped rushing forward, and the woman who was surrounded by a vacuum became very conspicuous, and many people looked here curiously. Even in the days that followed, she, a woman who occupied a row of sofas by herself but no one dared to strike up a conversation, became the topic of conversation among the guests of this ballroom.
Eric went crazy with the two girls for a while, then left the dance floor, intending to take Catherine back to the hotel.
Seeing that Eric was about to leave, the short-haired girl followed with her companion.
Leaving the ballroom and walking in the alley, the short-haired girl who was wearing a sequined dress just now put on a dark windbreaker, looked up at Catherine who was walking silently on the other side of Eric, the short-haired girl mustered up her courage to face Eric Said: "Alan, why don't you come and sit with me?"
"Huh?" Eric thought he had heard wrong.
But the short-haired girl went on to say, "I mean, why don't you come and sit with me, and besides, Alice and I live together."
This kind of hint of fragrance is already quite obvious. Behind her, the ponytail girl named Alice pinches her shyly, and glances up at Eric, but there is a little expectation in her eyes.
"Let's forget it, it's too late now," Eric smiled, thinking that it might be too teasing, it shouldn't be.
Although he rejected the ambiguous invitation of the two girls and walked out of the alley, Eric still thoughtfully called a taxi for the two girls, watched the other party leave, and then got into the car driven by the bodyguard with Catherine.
In the taxi that was not far away, the short-haired girl named Charlotte turned her head to look at Eric who got into a black car at the entrance of the alley, and sighed softly. Alice also turned her head and glanced before asking, "What's the matter, Charlotte?"
"Didn't you realize that he is actually Eric Williams." (To be continued...)