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This manager, who is not easy to mess with at first glance, arrived on the set, and immediately went to Amy Heklin in front of the monitor, and said in a very flattering tone: "Sorry Amy, there is a traffic jam on the road, you know , Los Angeles traffic is always like that.”

Amy turned her attention away from the monitor screen and said in a lukewarm manner, "It's all right, Spencer, just in time for you to take your people away."

"Amy, it's just a small thing." Spencer smiled as if he didn't understand, and said to the director's assistant: "Hey, boy, your name is Tom, right? Give me a chair, I want to be with my friend." Talk to friends."

The director's assistant glanced at Amy for help, and Amy nodded at him.

Spencer then sat down.

He said, "I admit, Amy, it's true that Stacy went too far this time, and we will be responsible for compensating the loss of the crew."

"Loss? Is this a matter of money, Spencer?" Amy sneered, "I warned your girl last time not to pick things up, but what does she do? She treats me as a director like nothing! provocative!"

"Hey, hey, take it easy, Amy, I think it's a misunderstanding," Spencer said hastily.

However, Amy pressed her step by step and snorted coldly: "There is no misunderstanding! I don't need actors who bring their personal likes and dislikes into the filming crew, this is too unprofessional!"

Seeing that her attitude was very tough, Spencer couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed.

He looked at Amy's face, "I think everything can be negotiated, Stacey just lost her temper all of a sudden, I promise she won't do that next time. Besides, don't look at my face, you have to think about Coss Mister Bee..."

"So?" Amy interrupted Spencer loudly, pointing to the embarrassing Stacey not far away, and said in a stern tone: "My crew needs a black girl, but it doesn't necessarily need your girl !"

"OK, OK, Amy." Spencer made a gesture of surrender, "I see, Amy, since you are willing to call me over, it means that there is something to talk about. Then, just tell me what you want What is it, let's stop going around in circles, how about it?"

Fifteen minutes later, Stacey Dash was pressured by her manager and walked in front of Josie dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Horton." The girl who was proud at first said, "I shouldn't have accidentally damaged your car. I will pay for the subsequent repairs, and I will also compensate you for depreciation. .”

Josie was quite satisfied with Stacy's attitude this time, and just as she was about to accept it, she heard Stacy's manager speak.

The gentleman echoed casually: "Hey, little girl, I will teach her a good lesson when I go back, so this time I will stop here, and the truce is good for everyone."

Josie had a little understanding of Stacy Dash's dislike, and where did she learn it.

She showed a smirk, and told them in a cold tone: "Don't go back, just teach me a lesson here, I'm looking forward to it."

Spencer was visibly stunned, probably because he didn't think that the blonde sweet girl in front of him would choke to death as soon as she opened her mouth, but it sounded like there was nothing wrong.

And Stacey has suffered twice, and now she has finally learned to behave.

In order not to lose the role, Stacey tugged her agent very hard, with a barely visible smile on her face, and said: "We really know we were wrong, there will be absolutely no next time, okay ?"

In comparison, her tone can be said to be humble.

Only then did Josie stop her smirk, waved her hand and said, "Okay, I accept your apology, you can go."

In many cases, the reason why people repent is not because they realize that they have done something wrong, but because they feel the consequences of punishment, which they cannot bear.

But Josie didn't care if she purified the soul of the other party. She just hoped that the first movie she starred in would appear on the big screen smoothly, instead of people constantly interfering with the filming process.

Amy Heckling came over and asked endlessly, "Satisfied?"

"Ah, it's okay." Josie replied lazily.

She bent the corner of her mouth, but she didn't think that Amy would not be able to see that she was doing trouble, but she didn't expect that Amy would be so cooperative and go off to vent her anger in person.

Amy rolled the script into a tube and tapped Josie on the head.

"Ouch—" Josie yelled, clutching her forehead cooperatively, "It hurts, it hurts!"

"What's the matter with you, little bastard? Didn't you agree not to do anything?" Amy shook her head, with a little disappointment in her eyes.

This disappointment obviously burned Josie a little.

She couldn't help recalling everything that happened after she met Amy, the expression on her face could no longer be mischievous, and she rubbed the corner of her clothes with her hands.

Josie muttered: "I don't know...Anyway, I can't stand someone trying to play tricks on me. I would rather kill him first. Sorry, Amy."

That's right, originally she wasn't that keen on tearing up sex.

But every time there is trouble finding the door.

Josie's voice dropped along with her head.

Amy sighed, couldn't help but raised her hand to take the script and tapped her hair lightly, then didn't continue the topic, just said: "It's almost enough, come and see your camera, if there is no problem, let's call it a day. In the afternoon, you and Paul will have a scene."

Josie immediately returned to her smiling face, took Amy's arm affectionately, and asked, "Tell me Amy, did I perform better today? Well, I don't feel that good about myself anyway." Oops."

"It's okay. Act well for me in the future, don't think about these things, if someone bullies you, just tell me, little girl..."

No one was holding back, and the working atmosphere of the crew suddenly became relaxed and happy.

Josie is working harder and more devotedly, and she has improved compared to when she was shooting the short film, and there is hardly much jerky performance.

She felt that it was a bit like dancing tango while chatting with others. Although she had 1 MMPs in her heart, she still had an impeccable goddess smile on her face. Extract useful information from each other's words.

Become a character - Say your lines - Remember to move

Changing her way of thinking, Josie suddenly became much more relaxed.

Even Paul Rudd, who played with her the most recently, couldn't help but praise: "Your progress is amazing, Josie."

Josie replied proudly and as a matter of course: "Thank you, it's just a small effort."

She has heard too many similar compliments. After all, Brittany is her brainless braggart. The scene of two people bragging about rainbow farts makes even Amy just want to roll her eyes.

—but the truth is, Brittany is the one with the real acting talent.

Paul pursed his lips and smiled, his hazel eyes were curved, and he asked hesitantly: "Perhaps, you have time tonight? I mean, if you have no other plans, we can have dinner together or something. "

Josie blinked and uttered an unclear tone: "What?"

"What? What!"

Brittany, who only found out about it the next day, yelled in the dressing room they shared.

"Did he really ask you out? Did you really go?" Brittany walked around Josie like a hardworking bee, muttering, "Hmmm, to be honest, I I think Paul is pretty good, didn’t you always say that you don’t like peers who pretend to be cool and handsome? I heard that his father is also a historian, and he himself is also a high-achieving student, so it should be in line with your preferences.”

The hair stylist was fixing the curls on Josie's hair roots, and Josie took the opportunity to say, "Yeah, so we tried to go out once, eat and chat or something."

Brittany leaned over and asked, "And what do you think of him?"

"It's cute, I think." Josie thought for a while and replied.

In fact, he was not the first person to ask her out. The crew of the youth film is not good. The young actors who are going through puberty are sending out hormones and courtship signals. All kinds of private and chaotic hookups have never been Intermittent, and this kind of restlessness cannot be stopped by anyone, and it will even affect other people.

If it hadn't been for Josie to beat up an actor who harassed her so hard that Amy fired him, some people might not understand who in the crew should not be messed with.

Brittany looked very interested, showed a meaningful smile, and said with a long tail: "Ohhhh, it's just cute, not cute?"

The word "Cute" is a bit special. It also describes cuteness, but when it is used on the opposite sex, it tends to express goodwill and want to develop further.

"First of all, I don't plan to develop a relationship at present, of course, this does not mean that I will refuse normal social interaction." Josie said, "And, a woman should enjoy the treatment she is being pursued, no matter how old she is, whether she accepts it or not. "

She was smiling and serious.

Brittany couldn't help reaching out and pinching Josie's cheek very quickly, while secretly delighting in her heart, she said, "Don't be too serious, Josie dear, but you are so cute."

She used the word without hesitation,

Josie raised her eyelids. Since she was still doing her hairstyle, she couldn't leave her position, and she didn't rush to fight with her. She just showed a sweet smile.

The new semester has begun.

On the first day of Homecoming, an otherwise under-appreciated Ashley Mills returns to the Santa Monica High school idol throne, as nearly everyone at the school knows she passed a role over the summer Audition, will star in a big-budget commercial action movie.

"Oh my god, you're so lucky, Ashley, tell us about Mr. Sig, can he really fight like in the movies?"

Before class, many people surrounded Ashley, allowing her to enjoy the long-lost special treatment.

Ashley looked around and smiled with satisfaction, the first lesson she learned in the training class: a perfect Hollywood smile.

She pursed her lips and said reservedly: "Oh, yes, Mr. Sickert is very generous and kind, and he is very kind to me."

"Of course, you are his heroine." One of Ashley's attendants raised his voice and said in a voice that everyone in the classroom could clearly hear: "That's a big production with an investment of more than 6000 million US dollars. It's still the main role second only to the leading actor Steven Seagal!"

Josie twirled her pen while listening, without any envy, and even wanted to laugh.

She was just taking time out to do some errands during filming, and she didn't expect to encounter a good show.

Ah, sure enough, they are young people, they are all just children.

However, noticing the familiar name of Steven Seagal, she could fully imagine what they had paid for this role, Ashley Mills, and even Janet Mills.

That's not to say jealousy or anything else.

It's that Josie knows the mother and daughter very well, and has also been in contact with the main creative team of the movie "Rage of Qianlong".

She couldn't help feeling less interested, even if it sounded a bit condescending.

However, she really doesn't like the so-called rules of the game in Hollywood.

Various rules in various senses.

Thinking of this, her expression management was relaxed for a moment, and she couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth.

But obviously, this little action was misunderstood by those who have been following her.

The attendant seemed to have caught Josie's trick, and said triumphantly: "Look at you, Josie Horton, do you think that you are great just because you made a movie with an investment of just over 1000 million? You are proud." What's the point, Ashley's movie has an investment of 6000 million, and it's a terrific A-level production in Hollywood. So who will be the real movie star in the future, each of us knows."

Josie smiled helplessly, raised her eyes to look at the other party, and asked lazily: "It sounds like you're talking about me—but who are you, with such a loud voice?"

Some people on the side who couldn't understand Ashley's small group laughed and replied casually: "Hey, Josie, her name is Megan Wilson, Ashley's loyal follower, a dream girl who dreams of entering Hollywood."

"Thank you for answering my question." Josie smiled back, then brushed her hair and raised her eyebrows at Megan: "Oh, this Miss Wilson, have you seen 1000 million or spent 1000 million? The numbers come as soon as you open your mouth, I thought your surname was Bill Gates Gates."

Megan was not stage-frightened, and responded bitchly with her hips crossed: "Why, I don't have 1000 million, but can't I watch movies? I'm just telling the truth, you just can't compare to Ashley, He is only worthy of being an [-]th-line actor."

Her jealousy was a bit obvious, but the resentment came too inexplicably, because Josie didn't even know her name before that.

So, where did these little girls come from so much malice?

At this time, Megan's master finally appeared.

I haven't seen you for a while, but Ashley Mills still likes to talk like her mother: "I'm sorry Josie, Meghan is usually a good person, but occasionally she is a little blunt, I don't think you will mind it ?”

"Of course I mind!" Josie pretended to look at Ashley inexplicably, and said confidently, "Oh my god, Ashley, what's the matter with you, if I punch you right now, what you just did Fake nose, can you smile and tell me it's okay? Oh, it's just a hypothetical, I didn't really intend to do it, take it easy - just smile, okay."

Everyone looked amused and laughed.

Ashley hurriedly put down her right hand, which was subconsciously protecting her nose, her face was embarrassing, green and white, and she accused Josie in a bad tone: "You—don't forget that you are a Hollywood star! You are not afraid of these things being revealed In the newspaper?"

"Don't be afraid!" Josie spread her hands and told Ashley slowly: "Anyway, I'm an [-]th line who can't be popular, if someone insists on smearing me, it must be you, a big star, who bullies people first, isn't it? "

Someone at the side took the opportunity to yell: "Yes!"

"This is slander!" Ashley tensed up as if she had hit a sore spot.

"No, this is just to inform you." Josie suddenly put away the disguise of her hippie smile, tapped her knuckles on the table three times, and said flatly: "Next time someone talks about me as a campus bully in the tabloids, don't care Who is it, I only place the blame on you - believe me, you will not like my revenge."

"This is a threat!" Ashley stood up suddenly, "You are too much, Josie!"

"So what?" Josie asked back, "You want to try?"

Clearly, this is telling Ashley: try it if you have the guts, hold it back if you don’t!

Her voice was extremely calm, her tone was arrogant and conceited, but her eyes were too oppressive, which made the noisy teacher quiet down for a moment.

until the teacher walked in.

"What's the matter, everyone, back to school is so quiet?"

Josie chuckled, and replied aloud, "It's nothing, we're just, um, enhancing the emotional communication between classmates?"

Ashley was biting her lip and standing where she was, and glared at Josie angrily.

Under the eyes of others, the girl didn't break down a second time, but rushed to Josie's seat aggressively, and said loudly, "Let's make a bet, whose movie is more popular between the two of us!"

"600 VS 000, do you think I look like a 000K pure fool?" Josie gave Ashley a strange look, "Also, I really don't understand, it proves that you live more than Hello, is this what makes you happy?"

Ashley's breath stagnated, and she still said, "Don't you think so?"

Josie replied, "No, I'm not. Because I don't care about a stranger's life at all."

After hearing this, Ashley felt extremely embarrassed.

Even more embarrassing than it was in the restaurant.

However, she didn't know what she had imagined, and she said again: "I won't let you look down on me, Josie, never!"

Josie looked puzzled: "Okay, it's up to you - but really, it's been a long time, girl."

Ashley became even more resentful, glared at her again, quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the classroom.

The teacher on the podium pushed his glasses: "Okay, it looks like another memorable back-to-school day, let's talk about Salinger..."

September arrived on schedule.

After receiving the check from Northern Trust, Josie went to the bank.

She intends to cash in the money, then go shopping on Rodeo Drive, choose two gifts for Charlotte and Samantha in New York, and if possible, she also hopes to prepare a Thanksgiving gift in advance for Dorota , but she doesn't quite know what the other party wants or needs.

So Josie called Brittany.

When the two of them just stepped into the bank gate, they heard a high-pitched and passionate curse from the bank hall——

"Fxxku!"

With her back to the crowd, the tall and slender young woman leaned over to the bank teller and raised her middle finger vigorously.

"Did you fucking hear that? I said, the fucking world!"

She was wearing a cropped knit top and high-waisted denim shorts that are popular nowadays. Due to the angle, only her slim back can be seen, especially her pair of sky-defying honey-colored long legs and short dark brown hair.

Brittany exclaimed: "Whoa, those legs!"

Josie looked down at Brittany, and teased with a playful smile: "Don't envy others, you have your own advantages, hehehehe."

Brittany jumped up to hit her.

The girl in the hall over there just started her new round of cursing, her voice was so angry that it was almost roaring, echoing in the wide hall of the bank.

"This is my mother's frugal money, and it's also a check she personally sent from South Africa. You told me that I can't cash it?" She slapped the table in front of her, and her eyes must be very sharp and terrifying. , because the tall male teller inside was shrinking his neck, not knowing what to do.

"I put up with dry bread that was going moldy, I put up with bastards who tried to knock on my windows and doors every night, I put up with so many disgusting bedbugs and scum..." she said, her voice a little hoarse Get up, but suddenly sharp again, and say completely viciously: "No! Never! You can't beat me! I've endured so much, I can't fall down here!"

The teller said weakly: "However, even if you are so poor that you have no money to eat and pay rent, we still cannot cash this check, because the bank that issued this check is a small bank headquartered in London, England. We and them No business dealings..."

"Then tell me the fuck what to do!" She was like a cornered beast.

"Generally speaking, maybe you can fly to London... Ms. Theron, calm down and don't do it! Or I'm going to call security!"

Josie almost laughed out loud.

At this time, an account manager came to her and said politely, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Horton."

"Hey, Stanley, what's the matter?" Josie greeted.

"A lady wants to cash a check sent from abroad. Maybe her mother didn't pay attention when opening the local account, so that check can only be cashed at designated banks in major cities of the Commonwealth." Stanley led them to Walking to the reception room of the bank, he said in a soothing voice: "Unfortunately, the lady seems to be in a hurry to use the money, so she lost control of her emotions for a while, which made things difficult for our interns."

Josie nodded, noncommittal.

"But it's nothing surprising. Los Angeles sees too many desperate young people every day." Stanley said as he pushed open the door of the reception room, first made a "please" gesture, and then asked: "Both Ma'am, tea or coffee?"

"Iced Americano and tea." Josie picked a sofa and sat down. "I think you know why I'm here. This is a check."

"Wait a minute, we'll get it done for you right away." Stanley nodded slightly, took the check, and turned to leave.

A young female intern brought in coffee and tea. Brittany took a sip of the iced Americano and said, "I thought you'd help that girl."

Josie raised her eyebrows and made a breathy voice: "Oh?"

"You look at her in a special way," Brittany said. "I thought you knew her."

"Saving the world is God's business. God loves the world, but I don't." Josie laughed at herself, then stretched, she turned to look at Brittany, with a smile in her eyes and a soft voice As if to sigh, "Oh, Brittany, come on, do I look like a warm-hearted, nice person? No, I don't." Then she looks away and asks herself, "Am I a selfish person?" ...but I'm not really a bad guy."

"Who is not selfish?" Brittany shook her head with a smile, "At least she is willing to admit this, and she is braver and more sincere than many people."

Not long after, before they finished their drinks, the problem with that check was settled.

Stanley himself escorted the two out the door.

Before leaving, Josie glanced at the lobby of the bank. The young girl with a hot figure was sitting alone on the bench inside, feeling so lonely that she was about to collapse in the next second.

Josie looked away, with a habitual smile on her face, and left with Brittany.

hollywood...

Behind the glitz is the most realistic Vanity Fair.

No?

Everybody comes to Hollywood

everyone wants to go to hollywood

Howcouldithurtyouwhenitlookssogood

How can it be heartbreaking if it is so beautiful?

"My dear Joe, how are you doing in Los Angeles? Oh, I'm so glad you're thinking of us, we miss you and Mommy."

In a mansion in the Upper West Side of New York, Charlotte Ronson first stepped forward and hugged Josie.

Charlotte is a young girl with dyed blond hair, a honey-colored skin tone exposed on the beach, and a youthful and fashionable dress.

Her twin sister, Samantha, looked a lot more casual, with dark half-length hair loose and casual and comfortable clothes. Samantha then said hello: "Hi, Josie, you look good."

Instead of hugging Samantha, Josie exchanged a tacit look, gave each other a smile, and then clapped their hands and fisted each other.

"It seems that you are too, especially Charlotte, who looks like a college student." Josie said as she took out the prepared gifts, three carefully wrapped gift boxes, "Look, your birthday presents this year, although late."

Charlotte was pleasantly surprised, but couldn't help saying, "Oh dear, that's so delightful, I thought you and Mark—"

"Ahem." Samantha cleared her throat, tugged at the corner of Samantha's skirt, and asked with a smile, "Do you mind if we open the presents now?"

"I'm so happy." Josie said with a smile.

The gift for Charlotte was a rococo style Cameo brooch decorated with pearls and gold silk, very vintage style.

Samantha got a pair of limited-edition music headphones, with a silver-white metal appearance and a very technological sense.

There is also a gift to be passed on to Ms. An, a wide-brimmed hat with a full sense of design.

The two sisters liked their respective gifts very much, because other guests came one after another, so they urged Josie to hand over the last and smallest gift to Mark, the protagonist of today's party.

"Sean and Josh are there too." Charlotte told Josie about the floor and room where Mark was, and reminded her former classmates and friends: "But you shouldn't be arguing, I guess ?”

Josie smiled and said nothing.

Sean Lennon is a mixed race with Asian features, which partly comes from his famous mother, Ms. Ono Yoko, with dark hair, not very tall, wearing a pair of retro-style round glasses, there is a distance that strangers should not get close to feel.

He has a strong halo from his legendary father. His godfather is the legendary British musician Elton John, and his dad is his own father John Lennon. When he was a child, Lennon wrote the song "Beautiful Boy" for him. Said Sean is his first child.

In addition, his mother taught him how to learn music, Jobs personally gave him the latest computer, MJ invited him to participate in the MV of "Moon Walker"... Dreamy childhood is nothing more than that.

Strictly speaking, the Hortons are not in the same circle as these musicians and artists in the Upper West Side. Mr. Horton is a Wall Street financier, and Mrs. Horton is a nouveau riche with nothing to worry about, but the latter just likes the freedom of the Upper West Side. vibe, not the Upper East Side where games and competition start from a fertilized egg.

So Mrs. Houghton followed Ms. Ann's path, passed the approval of the community council, and finally moved into the mansion of her dreams on the Upper West Side.

Even Mr. Holden doesn't like it at all.

"Let's see who's coming—" In the reception room on the second floor, a boy with short dark blond hair walked over first, and exaggeratedly whispered, "Wow, look, a Horton!"

"Josh, don't do this." Mark hurriedly stopped Josh's next move.

Josh stopped, looked back at Mark and Sean, then shrugged and stopped, stepped back and threw himself into the sofa, and leaned there to look at Josie maliciously.

Such an angle and expression made his already pale and stern face look even more sinister and reckless.

Josie, on the other hand, gave Josh a faint smile.

Josh rolled his eyes and pulled off his baseball cap, covering most of his face.

Only then was Josie satisfied.

This is a rather large room, with a large area of ​​imperial-style red wallpaper, a thick marble-decorated table and palm-decorated armchairs, as well as patchwork artwork and flowers as decorations, which fully reflect the hostess' home taste.

Soothing music was playing in the room, and three boys in their teens and twenties were standing or sitting. They were observing Josie with similar eyes. Unpopular.

A vintage couch sits in the center.

There was her friend Mark sitting there in a shiny black metallic T-shirt and whitewashed jeans, with a Speed-like crop shaved to sharpen his already handsome features.

Mark waved to Josie, and greeted lazily on the sofa: "Hi, Josie, I thought you didn't have time to come over."

His tone was familiar, and his attitude was the same as when we met before.

At this time, Sean beside him also nodded slightly at Josie, "Hello, Josie."

"Nice to meet you, Sean." Josie then greeted.

It has to be said that dealing with normal people is more comfortable than that lunatic Josh Jones.

Josie sat on the other side of Mark, passed the dark blue gift box in her hand with both hands, and said with a smile, "Happy birthday."

"Let me guess, what is it?" Mark sat up and took it, laughing as he unwrapped the gift, "Scarves, hats, watches, or accidentally bought a larger size of limited-edition sneakers—wow, that's cool!"

He let out an exaggerated exclamation.

Perhaps at this time, Mark was a little startled, not always in a slow manner.

His reaction made Sean a little interested, and he leaned over to take a look, "Motorola's mobile phone? Ah, no, it's a model that hasn't been released yet, and I don't even own it."

Sean raised his eyes and couldn't help asking Josie, "How did you get it?"

"Advertiser," Josie replied, "I'm shooting a movie that is sponsored by Motorola."

——I got this one by borrowing your name.

Josie pursed her lips and smiled slyly.

Probably for young men of any age, electronic products can always accurately hit their preferences, even if the two people in front of them were talking about forming a band a few minutes ago.

Mark accepted his gift and asked about the movie Josie was shooting. After hearing that it was a mindless school comedy, he didn't lose interest as Josie expected, but raised his eyebrows a little.

"Perhaps, we should get an 8mm handheld video camera—" He draws his tone, turns his head and gives Sean a wink, with a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, "For Ms. Josie Horton's first film Movie?"

Sean nodded, "Yes, I have a Sony."

Josh didn't know when he came over, he put on his baseball cap and squeezed on Sean's side. He looked past Mark, looked at Josie on the other side, and said, "She's going to make a movie? Isn't that the producer? Crazy, blind or stupid."

Josie only returned a polite smirk.

Josh curled his lips and quickly turned his face back.

Mark and Sean didn't seem to notice the childish behavior of the two, or they habitually ignored this little episode. Mark sat there and said to Josie: "We will book a venue for you in the Upper West Side, emmm, if If I'm in college, I'll get you one near the school."

"Thank you, but it's unnecessary." Josie waved her hand, "I'm afraid my fans won't be able to buy tickets."

Mark didn't speak, just smiled.

Josie heard the hint of teasing in it, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Just wait, one day the whole world will know my beautiful face."

Mark returned her with a smile that was not a smile, and said slowly: "I see, big star."

Josie didn't bother to defend herself, she remembered her other business, and asked, "Do you have any photos of me when I was a child at home, group photos are fine, I have to find some rooms to decorate in the movie."

"Yes, Ms. Ann has some more, but she and Mick are on vacation." Mark shrugged and glanced at the clock on the wall, "You can go upstairs to my room by yourself, it's on the shelf in the bedroom Come on. Sorry, Josie, it's time for us to go."

"It's partytime, kids." Josh gave Josie a smirk at the right time, "You guys take a good look at the house."

Of course Mark's birthday party couldn't be held in his own home, they young boys like trendy play, even though his character is a bit different, but still want a cooler way to celebrate.

Josie didn't ask to join.

Of course, she wasn't invited either.

"Next time I'll go to LA." Mark said, "We'll meet again then."

Josie made a no-problem gesture.

She went downstairs and called Samantha, one of the twins, before going to Mark's bedroom to find a picture of her.

Samantha looked a little quiet, but also a little too concerned about Josie's every move.

"Sam?" Josie was puzzled.

"Uh—" Samantha hesitated, "Tell me about your time in Hollywood, about movie auditions, filming locations, or, new boyfriends?"

Josie blinked, looking a little surprised.

She smiled slowly as she took the only photo album from the shelf, and said, "Boyfriend? No, no, but I have a lovely girlfriend."

Samantha secretly breathed a sigh of relief first, then was taken aback, "Girlfriend?"

"Aha, just a simple girlfriend." The corners of Josie's mouth rose, "What are you thinking, Ms. Samantha Ronson?"

Only then did Samantha come to her senses, and gave her an annoyed look.

Josie smiled even wider at Samantha.

He bowed his head and turned his face