[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Before officially entering the summer, Edmondo and his crew completed all the outdoor parts while the weather was still cool, including many close-up shots that needed to be shot later.Everyone was having a good time, especially the extras who played the zombies, so when they got back indoors, there was a fair amount of people out of sorts.

This is also the root cause of the mishandling of props. Edmondo wiped the plasma on his face with his hands, and he could only pray for the effect of a smile. Starting from the left cheek, almost half of his body was stained red with plasma.The same is true of Matt Bomer, who is standing next to him and is being coached. He is a little better than Edmund, but his pants are completely unacceptable.Fortunately, other than them, other people and props were not affected.

"God——I'm really sorry for dirtying your clothes, Mr. Director!" The person in charge rushed over in a panic and tried to remedy it with toilet paper, "It must be a packaging problem. I saw that kid dozing off two days ago. beat him!"

Edmondo rolled his eyes, and waved his hands to stop the person in charge from making trouble. "Matt and I went to the locker room to clean up, you hurry up and find someone to clean up the plasma," he said, "I hope to start shooting soon when I get back, and the progress of today's shooting can't be affected, understand?"

The person in charge nodded quickly.After sending Edmondo away respectfully, he called the young man who was in charge of sealing the bag, and after taking a deep breath, he hit him on the head.

"Don't be dazed, go find a tool to clean it up." The person in charge said angrily, "If I find out that you don't work hard again, I will fire you! Now, go!"

……

Edmondo almost tore off his T-shirt. He hated the feeling of soaking his clothes with liquids other than rainwater. It always reminded her of the leaky shabby house when she was a child. It was dark and damp. Occasionally, the mother would meet guests next to him, and there was only a curtain between them and him.

He said angrily, "Damn it! I must have rubbed blood on my back when I undressed just now, please help me!"

Matt Bomer took the towel from the director, swallowed, and carefully wiped the skin that seemed to be glowing.As the direction kept going downward, he saw the gorgeous tattoo on his waist.Bomer showed a slightly disgusted expression. The nasty River Phoenix is ​​really everywhere. Even if Edmundo drove him away on the grounds of work, he would still show his presence in various ways.

"Why did it stop?" Edmondo asked, "Have you wiped it clean?"

"Yeah." Bomer replied, and he took out the small mirror that he carried with him, "I just saw that the color of your tattoo is a lot lighter, maybe I can use this opportunity to change the pattern."

"Fade?" Edmundo raised his eyebrows. He took the mirror and turned his head to check his lower back. "It's a little faded, thank you Matt, but I don't need to change the pattern. I'll find someone to fix it after a while." Well. Well—Johnny's a good friend, and I haven't seen him in a while, too, I guess."

Yeah, how could he possibly get River Phoenix off him, Matt Bomer thought bitterly, he could flirt with him, fuck him||, allow him to rub his waist before reaching the top, But he would never get out of bed and go to an appointment just because of his phone call.

Matt Bomer looked at Edmundo's hands near the lower back, inspecting the tattoos, held them impulsively under the influence of dopamine, and hugged them in a strange gesture. "You got River Phoenix tattooed on your body, you love him, don't you?" he asked.

"—that is a phoenix reborn from the ashes, the focus is on rebirth rather than the phoenix. I need to explain this several times, my tattoo has nothing to do with Rui Fan!" Edmundo tightened his grip. The eyebrows then easily broke free of Pommer's embrace, and he clapped his hands and gave him a warning look on his face, "Don't bring it up again, okay, honey."

"Then since you don't love him, why don't you try it with me." Bomer asked, "I'm talking about a normal relationship, the kind where we go on dates together on weekends, and usually go to the other party's house as a guest."

Edmundo changed, then gave Bomer his usual flippant smirk. "You're not the first person to ask me that question, and you won't be the last," he said, "so—stop thinking about it, I'm not going to be in a relationship with anyone. It's good for you to give up early. Benefits, understand?"

Matt Bomer nibbled on the inside of his mouth, the pain enough to bring him to reality. "I see," he said.

Edmundo: "Goodboy."

……

The only thing Tom Blatche could boast about in his life was a sneaky video of Edmondo and an underage Furlong messing around backstage at an awards show.Out of kindness and long-term planning, he didn't make the videotape public in the first place.Now, it's time for Edmondo to repay this 'kindness'.

Tom got into a lawsuit a few months later, and Demat Moore saved his life by giving him the only copy of the video as a gift.Of course, he still kept the original version, just to prevent the current situation from happening.

3 days ago Tom Blatche was fired from the TV station for messing with the hostess in the conference room and was caught on camera and projected on the big screen by jealous security guards, every employee of the TV station A witness to this scandal, those old things certainly refused to fire the young and beautiful hostess for him, so he had to leave.

Brac also had a pregnant wife and two children to support, and he couldn't live without a job, so he turned his attention to Edmondo.With the video in hand, what else is he worried about?

"So—are you blackmailing me?" Edmondo received the other party in the studio office. He pinched the remote control with two fingers, and the TV screen stopped at the frame where he and Fran were kissing.His expression was extremely cold, and he said, "I have to say, Mr. Bratch, I don't like this very much."

"No, you misunderstood me." Tom Kratch explained respectfully, "The video in your hand is not blackmail, but my resume."

"Your resume?"

"Yes, sir, how could I do such a despicable and despicable act of blackmailing you." He said, "I have already thought about it. After a little bit of editing, this video will not only not let you Getting into a lawsuit can also become a point of hype when necessary, if I can become your media spokesperson, the result must be excellent."

Edmondo was silent. This was a good proposal, but no matter how good it was, it couldn't change the fact that Tom Kratch was a smooth guy.Today he can use the video to threaten Edmondo to hire him, and tomorrow he might catch him for something to help him.

So the answer is no.

But he held the video after all, and Edmondo couldn't let him go too far.

It is neither near nor far, and can be used by him. Where should he be placed?

Edmondo said carefully, "I don't think I need a press spokesman for the time being. I'm a director in Hollywood, not a politician in the White House." He paused for a while, then continued, "But you have talent, I I can’t bear to see it being wasted, so I recommend you go to DreamWorks to apply for a press spokesperson. In this way, I can also use you, after all, besides being a press spokesperson, Antique should come forward for public relations.”

Tom Kratch didn't expect such a development, he froze for a while, and then quickly returned to his senses.I have to say that doing public relations for a large company is much more prestigious than doing public relations for an individual. Even if this person is a descendant of the French Bonaparte family, he thinks it is not as good as a Hollywood film and television company. It's like getting a promotion.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir. I will not let you down." He said, "I will bring you the original video on the first weekend after the interview. Please understand me."

Edmondo shook his hand. "No," he said, "that thing will be more useful to you, take it."

Tom Kratch looked a little flattered, then shook Edmundo's hand gratefully again.

"Pleasant to work with."

……

He couldn't procrastinate any longer, so he decided to go to heaven and hell. He made a few trips in his diary to avoid amnesia, and then went to find the tauren, catch up with the meeting in heaven, bump into the newly born angel, and fool around.

After sending away the cunning Tom Kratch, the first thing Edmundo did was to find Demat Moore's business card. He planned to sneer at the barrister who claimed to have the original on the phone and then Asked out for dinner, this time the other party made a mistake and would definitely not refuse, and Edmondo is confident that he will win the other party tonight.

Then, when he was searching through boxes and cabinets, a laughing gas tank he bought on the black market a few months ago appeared in an inconspicuous drawer. Edmundo didn't know how it got here, but he had to say This was a perfect opportunity, as if fate had helped him.

He's in the studio office, alone, without outside distractions, and he can spend an afternoon exploring.Continuing to struggle for a while, Edmondo finally chose to follow his heart. He decisively took out the jar from the drawer, locked the door, hung a sign of Do Not Disturb outside, and gave himself a special message to prevent his memory from being erased. wrote a reminder.

After everything was settled, Edmondo came to the territory of the skeleton tauren. They did not know where to pull another similar one, and the four skeleton bull heads clanked together to play mahjong.Jazzy, who promised to help him, quickly stacked his cards, and then eagerly dragged Edmondo behind a rock not far away.

He pressed one of his nostrils and exhaled vigorously. With an indescribable sound, a big hole was opened in the tree, which was filled with silver fluid, emitting holy light. Jazzy rubbed his skeleton nostrils like a human, then tilted his head to Edmund.

"Well, go through that hole and you'll be in heaven," he said.

That's great, Edmundo thought sarcastically, he's about to be the only human being in the world to have been to heaven, but he'll never find someone of his own kind to share with, seriously, what's the path to heaven It would be so crude - a hole.

Jazzy seemed to see through Edmundo's thoughts, he shrugged. "No way, since the last apocalypse war, neither heaven nor hell can give us too much money to support our reconstruction. Every time I go to the finance department to ask for money, it's like pulling off the feathers of angels or the claws of demons. Difficult—so that’s the only way it can be.” He paused, and then explained, “But despite its crudeness, it still has complete functions.”

Finance department?Sounds like a human government||government||machine||official.

Edmondo pursed his lips to hide his unbelievable smile in embarrassment, then he closed his eyes, and after finishing the final psychological construction, he turned around and jumped into the hole decisively.

"Hey wait—" Jazzy was taken aback, "I haven't explained to you that when you go to heaven, you will fall down, and if you go to hell, you will climb up!"

But at this time, he couldn't stop it anymore, Jazzy stretched out his skeleton hand, and didn't hear the slightest response.However, just when he was terribly worried, there was a call from his companion.

"Just wait until you come back to continue, bastard, hurry up, this time I will kill all of you!"

So Jazzy instantly changed his expression, turned around and ran back to the poker table to continue his obsession with mahjong, completely forgetting Edmondo, he thought, anyway, there are people he knows in heaven and hell, so the problem shouldn't be too big.

No, the problem is big!

Edmondo came out of the sky, and even if everything around him was emitting holy light, his fear could not be eliminated, not to mention that there was a golden rose garden directly below him. If we look at it according to the laws of the world, He will be smashed to a pulp and become the nourishment of the rose.

But the roses were pretty pretty, too, and if only he could pluck some and give them back to his lovers, they'd be very happy—no, no!Now is not the time to think about that!

Just when Edmondo closed his eyes out of fear and couldn't bear to see himself falling to his death in heaven, someone rushed over and hugged him sideways, and his height suddenly increased.There was a relaxing aroma in that embrace, and there was the sound of flapping wings beside her.Edmondo slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a beautiful woman with blond hair and blue eyes.

No one is more beautiful than the angel depicted in the myth. He has golden curly hair that grows to his chest, a baby-like white and tender face, and eyes that are brighter and clearer than the sky. The beauty is indistinguishable.

"Who are you?" The angel's voice was very soft and pure, but it could be heard that it was closer to a man. He asked, "Are you a human? How did humans appear here?"

It was only then that Edmundo realized that he still had some "customs" issues to solve. He quickly scanned around, and after making sure that there were no other creatures besides him and the angel in front of him, he boldly cleared his throat, and raised his head. Raising his chin and posing as a superior person, he asked back: "Angel, where are your other brothers and sisters?"

"They were attending a meeting, and the Archangel Michel summoned them." The angel had no sense of being deceived at all, and he said everything.

"Very good." Edmundo continued to turn his back on customers, "Then why are you here?"

"I am an angel born for the new era," said the angel, "I am not yet qualified to attend the meeting." He paused, looking at Edmondo with clear blue eyes, "You never told me you were Who, why appeared in my birthplace?"

His—place of birth?

Edmondo quickly integrated and analyzed the fragmented information in his mind, he was lucky, think about it, what an ideal spy would be a brand new angel who can communicate and knows nothing about him, no, it should Said eyeliner.He'd train him to make him his before he knew it, so he made another bold decision.

He said: "I was sent by God to supervise you. In order to hide my identity, I had to disguise myself as a human being under the instruction of God's old man. Therefore, you can't tell anyone about my whereabouts, and you have to help I collect what happened in every corner of heaven, and then I will truthfully report to God, understand, little wing?"