I’m in Hollywood

??Speaking of the disco egg movement, we must not open the 1978 Grease starring John Travolta. This disco-themed musical not only won the box office championship that year, but also pioneered the first release. Movie soundtrack.

That record not only created a sales record that could not be surpassed for many years, but also led to the disco recording industry. ''sports.

From Eric's point of view, there is clearly a conflict of interests in this movement, just like the suppression of Michael Jackson later, because the popularity of disco, a low-cost record, has caused a huge impact on the traditional record industry. The impact will cause the bigwigs of the traditional record industry to use that accidental incident to manipulate public opinion to launch a campaign to suppress disco.

Eric was chatting with Catherine about this past, when he caught a glimpse of two girls approaching from the corner of his eyes.

When the two girls walked up to him, Eric was sure that their target was himself. Looking up, one of the two girls was wearing a ponytail, with a shy expression and her head lowered slightly; the other girl had short shoulder-length hair. , fair-skinned, wearing a black sequined dress, gleaming in the light.

Seeing Eric looking at them, the short-haired girl gathered 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 a look of surprise: Look, Catherine, someone takes me for Eric Williams again, but I think I should be a little more handsome than him. Bar?

Catherine rolled her eyes at Eric and didn't answer. But the two girls took Eric's performance for granted and looked at each other for a moment, wondering if they should leave.

Eric took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand to the fair-skinned girl: Hello, my name is Alan, Alan Feisman.

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 next to Charlotte again, and said with a smile, Can I buy you a drink?

The two women glanced at Catherine who was sitting next to Eric. Seeing that the woman didn't say anything, Charlotte nodded: Okay.

So, under Catherine Bigelow's speechless gaze, Eric walked towards the bar with the two girls and ordered a few drinks. Eric stayed at the bar and chatted with the two women. In less than five minutes, the two girls were coaxed by Eric into smiling faces. The short-haired girl named Charlotte also threw her small fists and gently thumped Eric's chest. She wanted to stick to Eric's body.

Subsequently,

Catherine was even more speechless when she saw that Eric pulled the hands of the two girls to the dance floor at the same time. In the explosive music, Eric danced skillfully. The two girls also took Eric as the center, like two butterflies. around him like.

Seeing Eric putting her hands on the ponytail girl's bare waist, Catherine, who felt unnatural at first, finally couldn't help but whisper, Little Sebo. She even said that she was the first time to come to such a place.

Just when Catherine was thinking about whether she was going to leave early, a white man in his teens came up to her: Miss, can I sit here?

Looking at the 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. However, the two-color hand was already around the waist of the other short-haired girl, and there was a faint trend of decline.

Sorry, sir. There is already someone here, Catherine stared at Eric's hands for two seconds before saying coldly to the man in front of her.

You mean that boy? The man pointed in Eric's direction and smiled: I don't think he will come back any time soon. Seriously, leave a lady here dancing with other girls It's a very inappropriate thing.

The man said, and sat down beside Catherine himself: Introduction, my name is Bernie Wesley, and I work on Wall Street.

The other party has always been polite, and Catherine can't take it coldly. He introduced himself succinctly: Catherine.

Catherine, I've actually noticed you for a long time, you have a quiet and restrained air about you, and I don't think you should be here at all. Well, let me guess, you're a doctor...lawyer...accountant ?

Bernie Wesley guessed a few times in a row, but he couldn't find the edge. Seeing that the other party was going to continue to guess, Catherine had to say, I'm a director.

Bernie Wesley didn't feel embarrassed at all, although he didn't pay attention to Hollywood, he also knew some unspoken rules of Hollywood: It's unbelievable, you are so beautiful, if you say you are an actor, it is easier for people to accept , the director is not a job a woman can do.

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 slightly wrinkled. Bernie Wesley is obviously a good man who observes words and feelings, and immediately changed his words: Of course, there are still many outstanding female directors in Hollywood. By the way, you have made those films, maybe I should go and see them?

You won't, Catherine said.

Bernie Wesley thought that Catherine had nothing to do. Looking at the age of the woman in front of him, he felt that the woman was only ten years old at most. Male directors of this age group are not necessarily able to shoot anything, let alone women. Bernie Wesley changed his mind and quickly said: Then do you have any projects you are interested in? You know, our company actually has investments in Hollywood. If you have a good script in your hands, maybe I can do it. Help you connect?

Contrary to Bernie Wesley's expectations, the woman did not show any expression of movement, and said lightly, Sorry, I don't think so.

Don't be so absolute. If you don't leave a contact information, you will find that you may be able to help yourself a lot at any time.

Although Catherine is a very patient person, she was also 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, Catherine, this is a dance hall, Bernie Wesley didn't seem to feel the woman's disgust, and said with a smile: Why don't you go dancing together, if you can't, I can …”

Before he could finish his sentence, Bernie Wesley felt a hand patted on his shoulder, and looked up, two tall men in suits did not know when they had appeared behind him.

Sir, please don't pester this lady, okay?

Bernie Wesley thought that these two tall men were thugs in the dance hall in the name of security guards who took the wrong medicine and meddled in their business.

But he soon noticed the difference. The two people in front of him didn't have the arrogance of a ballroom thug at all. Although they suddenly looked unremarkable, the cold aura emanating from the two of them was definitely not something that little gangsters could possess. of. He happened to see this kind of temperament at an annual meeting from the bodyguards next to the big boss behind the company. He heard that such people are often professional soldiers retired from the special forces, and most of them have killed people.

A person with such a level of bodyguard protection is definitely not something that a small investment manager can afford. Bernie Wesley stood up knowingly, made an apologetic gesture to Catherine, and walked away a little embarrassed. opened.

Catherine thanked Eric's two bodyguards softly, and the two of them just nodded slightly in response, and quietly retreated to the 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 helped her out just now were ordered by him. Realizing that he had been paying attention to her side, for some reason, there was a little relief in her heart that she could hardly notice.

Katherine, a lonely woman, sat on the sofa here for a long time, hunting 丨 Bernie Wesley was not the only one who thought of it No matter what happened, they no longer stepped forward, and the woman who appeared in a vacuum around her became extremely 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 approach her, became a talking point for the guests of this ballroom.

Eric went crazy with the two girls for a while, and left the dance floor, planning to take Katherine back to the hotel.

When the short-haired girl saw that Eric was about to leave, she also pulled her companions and followed.

Leaving the ballroom and walking down the alley, the short-haired girl who just wore a sequined dress had already put on a dark trench coat, and looked up at Catherine, who was silent on the other side of Eric. The short-haired girl gathered up her courage to face Eric. Said: Ellen, why don't you come and sit with me?

Huh? Eric thought he had heard it wrong.

But the short-haired girl continued: I mean, why don't you come and sit with me, and Alice and I live together.

This kind of fragrant hint is quite obvious. The ponytail girl named Alice behind her pinched her shyly and glanced at Eric, but there was a little expectation in her eyes.

Forget it, it's too late now, Eric smiled, thinking that it was a little too provocative, it shouldn't be.

Although he rejected the ambiguous invitation of the two girls and walked out of the alley, Eric thoughtfully called a taxi for the two girls, watched each other leave, and then got into the car driven by the bodyguard with Catherine.

In the taxi that was not far away, a short-haired girl named Charlotte turned her head to look at Eric who was in a black car at the entrance of the alley, and sighed softly. Alice also turned her head and looked at her before asking, What's the matter, Charlotte?

Didn't you find out, he is actually Eric Williams. (To be continued.) xh118