[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Jeff felt like he was going to lose his mind. As the general planner of this Oscars event, the general director, he thought he needed a ventilator.Because the opening is approaching, Edmundo Moreira, the previous winner who needs to present the best director award for this year, has disappeared, which means that they cannot complete the last rehearsal and also means more uncertainty .

"Damn! Go find him! Find him, every crevice, every gully!" He yelled at everyone, "We only have a quarter of an hour, move! Quick!"

But just as he was clapping his hands to get everyone into action, Edmondo appeared, a bit disheveled but generally dignified.

"Take it easy, guys." He said lightly, as if he had just experienced something happy, "Don't say 'We only have a quarter of an hour', say 'We've got a quarter of an hour!' Look, isn't that much better. "

Jeff rolled his eyes hard.

But before he could say anything, someone spoke up.

"Oh my God, where did you come from!" Apparently Edmundo scared the young screenwriter beside the person in charge, she turned around in horror, and let out a long breath after seeing that it was Edmundo. Then she patted her chest to settle down, "That's the stairwell, the dirtiest place in the whole Temple Theatre, what are you doing there—hey! What are you here for?"

Leonardo appeared behind the white-haired director. His suit hem was no longer flat, and his tie was missing.

"I'm just, uh, with him," Leonardo said slowly, trying to get away with it. "Don't look at me, I'm just—"

"My watch glows in the dark, so I invited him to take a look." Edmondo raised his chin, speaking naturally and arrogantly.

A watch that glows?

bullshit.

Only a fool will believe it.

Leonardo lowered his head and pursed his lips vigorously to keep himself from laughing out loud. Then he realized that there was still residue in the corner of his mouth, so he quickly reached out to hook it off, and then subconsciously licked his lips.

"What's wrong?" Edmondo glanced at everyone present, "Could it be——you want to see it too?"

"No, no, I don't want to look at your luminous watch, I just want you to go-forget it, there is no time, you just need to remember the process, okay?" The person in charge squeezed his temples with a headache, and he handed Edmund is a small square with a very small LED light on it, "At that time, you will be in the auditorium first, and we will use this thing to call you when you are about to go on stage to present awards: the light flashes 3 times, and you will go to the backstage Come on, remember?"

"3 flashes, come backstage." Edmondo repeated, "No problem, I remember."

The person in charge left in a hurry, and took a group of screenwriters to yell at others. Edmundo raised his eyebrows at Leonardo, who was holding back his laughter, and dragged him to the backstage lounge.

"I don't understand why you are laughing, and no one bumped into us, or encountered any embarrassing scenes." Edmondo complained, fortunately, this charming guy in front of him just made him happy, otherwise he would beat him up, " And let’s be honest, so what if we get caught, there are no reporters here.”

"It has nothing to do with being discovered." Leonardo sneered childishly, "Luminous watch? Are you serious?"

Edmondo gave him a smirk, along with a firm middle finger.

"I actually prefer the 'glowing fish' excuse," he says, half-jokingly, "but there's no fish tank in the stairwell, so how do I — oh, hi!"

Edmundo pushed open the door of the lounge, and the second half of the sentence swirled and swallowed in his mouth, because there was someone else inside, Keanu Reeves, who was wearing a formal suit and had his hair done meticulously. Standing in the middle, he looked a little nervous, with an envelope in his hand, and he seemed relieved the moment he saw Edmundo.

"Nice to meet you, Dudu, they gave me the final winner!" Keanu rushed over and handed the envelope to Edmondo, "I know I shouldn't watch it, but—this is the best picture !"

Edmondo was not interested in this, he waved his hand and did not take the envelope.

"Not at all," he said with considerable confidence. "The best picture of the year is Forrest Gump. There will be no one else."

Keanu froze.

"How do you know?" he asked. "They told you?"

"I guess." Edmondo walked to the vanity mirror and leaned on the table to check if there were marks on his neck or waist, "Come here, Baby Leo, I need a kiss||mark and a tooth mark."

It wasn't until Edmondo called Leo's name that Keanu realized that his male companion this time was not Rui Fan.

"What happened, Dudu, did you and Rui Fan quarrel again?" He frowned and asked, his attention completely diverted from the winners, "You guys are always like this, as long as I start to get busy, I don't have time to be caught between you guys They will quarrel, tell me, what's going on?"

Leonardo obediently walked over, he hugged Edmondo to the table, and then gave him a tooth mark first as he requested.

Edmondo: "You have to ask him, I didn't do anything wrong - hey, don't twist your fingers, I just want a mark and not a red." (Leonardo: "Sorry.")

Keanu: "God! It's like this every time, no one is wrong, do you guys fight for no reason?"

Edmondo: "I mean it's his fault this time. He's hiding something from me, and it's a big deal. I think you need to ask him yourself. I expect you to find out something—" What to do?" (Leonardo: "Another imprint where do you want it to be?")

Keanu: "Sorry, Leo, this wasn't directed at you, but can I trouble you to talk later?"

Edmondo: "No, we only have 10 minutes, don't tell him, he just fulfilled my request - just next to the one just now, dear - oh!"

The conversation ended with a cry of joy from Edmondo.

Keanu was stunned. He had never experienced such a chaotic and inexplicably gorgeous scene. For a while, his mind became a ball of wool that was spoiled by the cat.

Has anyone ever done something like this backstage at the Oscars?

But that's Edmundo.

A lot of things suddenly make sense just by hooking up with Edmondo.

So Keanu slumped his shoulders resignedly, and took a deep breath like giving up on himself.

"If you need another mark, I can help."

……

In the last minute before the start, Edmondo finally rushed back to his seat. Alicia was already waiting there, and it could be seen that the guy sitting next to her was almost tired of her nagging little problems, and Edward Furlong had been extremely irritable from the moment he entered the hall, until Edmundo sat beside him, and his irritability reached its peak.

HOW THE FUCK——

Looking at the obvious mark on Edmondo's waist, Fran couldn't help but swear in his heart, subconsciously blaming Leonardo for these 'bad' things.

So this is destined to be a difficult hour, more difficult than waiting for the day of adulthood.

The best supporting actor award went to Martin Landau in "Ed Wood", and the best original screenplay went to Quentin in "Pulp Fiction". I have to say that Edmondo is a bit regretful .

But it was only a little bit, and soon, he became bored.

After symbolically receiving several technical awards, Edmundo gradually began to complain in his heart about the change in the order of the awards. If the order had not changed, he should have sneaked out to have some fun for himself.Leonardo was keenly aware of this, so he deliberately touched the calf of the person next to him with the toe of the shoe, and kept the movement at a certain point in time, letting the toe of the shoe slowly go up around the calf bone through the trousers. Slip and slide.

Edmondo was aroused and played with him quietly.

Just before the balloon in Fran's heart was about to burst|explode, the time was up, and the red light on the small square turned on.So Edmondo got up and walked backstage, as if on purpose, he didn't say goodbye to Leonardo, and just left him alone.

The aggrieved expression on Leonardo's face made Fran feel a little better.

Just a little bit.

……

Edmondo came to the backstage, and the host Randy was waiting for him there. Denzel Washington was introducing the nominated film "The Shawshank Redemption" on the stage more than ten meters away from them. A 40-second clip was to be played, and that was the last time the hosts had to prepare.

Randy waved the envelope at Edmondo.

"I don't know whose name is in it at all, but it is likely to be you, so I will go out first, and you will come out when I call your name. After I introduce you, don't make unnecessary movements." He spoke quickly, "This situation is very rare, but it is not impossible. If it is really your name, then you can directly raise the trophy-I guess you should have thought about the winning words."

"Of course, I prepared in advance."

Weird.

Edmundo replied with a decent smirk, he didn't think he could win the award this time, history hasn't changed much, and "Forrest Gump" is still the biggest winner this year.

"By the way, Randy, that's your unnecessary action." He teased, "Think about it, what else can I do besides walking next to you on stage?"

Randy's eyes flicked back and forth over Edmondo's outrageous outfits, and he had reason to suspect that the person wearing them to the Oscars was a hidden lunatic.

But it was too late for him to say anything more. After the short video on the stage was played, there was applause.

Time to play.

Randy put on the headset and walked out of the aisle calmly. A staff member put a microphone into Edmondo's hand. A few seconds later, his name was heard on the stage.

"I am honored to invite him to present our best director, Edmundo Moreira! A well-deserved genius! Last year's best director winner, welcome!"

Edmondo straightened his collar and stepped onto the awards stage.

Everything works fine except for his costume.

until--

"Let's see who won this year's Oscar for Best Director...Wow! This is not very common!" The host Randy was so surprised on stage that he almost lost his composure, and the audio feedback from the microphone raised everyone's expectations Man, "I have to say, personally, I've never seen anything like this."

Edmondo raised his eyebrows, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen carefully, this is a rare double yolk egg!" Randy said, showing the guests the letter paper in his hand, on which there are two names, "The winner is "A Robert Zemeckis, director of "Kam," and Edmundo Moreira, director of "Entangled"! Can't believe it, this is Mr. Moreira's 4th nomination and 3rd This is the second consecutive award, congratulations to him!"

Oh hoo!

There were exclamations and applause from the audience at the same time.

And Edmondo—

He's going to award himself after awarding Zemeckis.

Double yolk eggs?Winning at the same time?

The white-haired director holding the statuette sneered inwardly.

This is really, a surprise. :