The Best Entertainment Era

A Ford sedan was closely following Paris Hilton's car. Jefferson watched the car in front enter Santa Monica Boulevard, and suddenly asked, Is she going to a nightclub?

Solari cheered up: Good girl going to a nightclub? This news is valuable.

Sure enough, Paris Hilton's luxury car stopped at the door of a nightclub called Opera House.

Solari opened the door and got out of the car without waiting for the car to come to a complete stop. The camera lens in his hand quickly aimed at that side, and Paris Hilton was included in the scene.

Jefferson put on the handbrake, lowered the window glass, picked up the camera with a long lens, and pointed at the nightclub to shoot again and again.

We reveal her true colors! Jefferson said to Solari.

Solari watched Paris Hilton enter the nightclub and said, Stay here until she comes out.

The luxury car drove away from the entrance of the nightclub, and Solari muttered in his heart: Drink more wine, you must drink more wine!

If you drink too much and get drunk, you will easily show your ugly face.

Burnaby lost Paris Hilton halfway because the car needed refueling, but when he went to the gas station to refuel, he met another person-the famous Britney Spears.

When the driver of a black SUV opened the door after refueling, from Burnaby's perspective, he happened to see that face that was red all over the world.

Burnaby finished refueling as quickly as possible and followed immediately.

It's so late, what is Britney doing out?

A well-informed entertainment reporter like him actually knows a lot of rumors, and he also knows that there are no rumors in Hollywood.

Britney Spears is very good on the bright side, and the combination with Justin Timberlake is the envy of countless people.

Indeed, for Britney Spears, even a paparazzi like him can't find fault with this love, but Britney, who is not in love, is falling as fast as most young and famous stars in Hollywood.

Alcoholism, going to nightclubs, etc., similar rumors have never stopped.

It's just that no one has caught the real hammer.

Burnaby sees this as an opportunity,

As an excellent entertainment reporter, isn't it their responsibility to expose the real side of these stars under the glamor?

What else is more exciting than smashing an American dream with your own hands?

The Britney Spears story is like a classic American dream: the sweet child star who grows up to be a world superstar who seems to have it all.

Burnaby followed behind Britney's car, feeling a sense of mission to expose the fallen woman.

On a dark night in downtown Los Angeles, with smog in the air, Santa Monica Boulevard is packed with huge black SUVs and sleek, well-polished sports cars.

Burnaby turned left and saw Britney's car approaching the nightclub Opera.

Liveried waiters hustle the parking lot like bees, opening doors for customers.

Most of them were petite, with tanned skin and presumably dyed hair.

Across the street, there seemed to be two colleagues with cameras set up, and that was the sweet spot.

Bernaby quickly parked the car, grabbed the camera and got out of the car to shoot, but unfortunately, the black SUV came directly to the side door and stopped at a very hidden angle, making it impossible to shoot at all. After the SUV left, the side door There was no one around.

Putting down the camera, Burnaby swears, disappointed that he didn't get anything usable.

Britney is the number one female target of entertainment journalists, her face can increase magazine sales by hundreds of thousands of copies, her presence at a club will guarantee a full crowd, her picture is the money.

Just a photo of Britney entering a nightclub can be exchanged for at least five figures.

Burnaby looked at the two colleagues, and found that they were people he knew, and walked over: Why are you here?

Solari shook the camera in his hand and said, Bernaby, you are late.

Burnaby thought of Paris Hilton who they were with before, and asked, Hilton entered this nightclub?

That's right. Jefferson looked at Burnaby strangely: What else are you doing here?

Burnaby opened his mouth, but didn't speak, and decided to hide the news of seeing Britney, the news must be exclusive to be the most valuable.

The three of them stood on the sidewalk opposite the nightclub and chatted. The center of the topic was Paris Hilton. Jefferson also suggested that he run to the opposite side of the road and lie down when Paris Hilton got on the bus. Take a camera and take a picture of her skirt.

As long as these actresses dared to wear skirts, no matter how careful he was, he was sure to let them show their bottoms!

It's not about whether the actress pays attention to such things, but whether they, entertainment reporters, dare to find a way to film them.

Contrary to Jefferson and Solari, Burnaby no longer cares about Paris Hilton at all, and her real thoughts are all on Britney, and she even hopes that Paris Hilton will come out quickly so that the two colleagues can follow her leave.

Burnaby had a list of 'Top 10 L.A. Girls' she wanted to photograph, and the first name was Britney Spears.

After waiting for more than two hours, just when the three of them were about to have nothing to talk about, the entrance of the nightclub opposite suddenly became chaotic, and there was a faint sound of cursing.

Burnaby, who was experienced, crossed the road without saying a word, and walked that way, and Jefferson and Solari also rushed there.

Because they all saw two blond girls entangled and scolding from the open door of the nightclub.

The two were directly kicked out by the security personnel of the nightclub.

Burnaby immediately found a good location where he would not be chased away by the nightclub security but also able to shoot, and aimed at the two blonde girls.

Jefferson and Solari were not slow either.

big news! Super big news!

Two quarreling girls, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears.

Bitch!

Bitch!

The two girls were drunk, obviously drunk and unconscious. Not only were they scolding each other, but they were also touching each other.

Britney grabs Paris Hilton's hair, and Paris Hilton pulls on Britney's dress.

Damn it! Burnaby was extremely excited, the hand holding the camera was shaking: It's dew!

From his angle, it is most convenient to shoot Britney. Paris Hilton has ripped off Britney's corset, exposing a certain one.

Britney didn't show any weakness, grabbing Paris Hilton's hair with one hand and pulling Paris Hilton's clothes with the other.

The gorgeous dress with high slits on Paris Hilton's body was pulled up to the waist in an instant, and the T-shaped trousers were exposed in front of countless spectators.

Jefferson parted his black lips and showed his white teeth in a smile: These luxuries are indeed ostentatious and useless, and they are not strong at all!

The farce lasted for more than a minute before Paris Hilton's driver arrived.

The two were stopped behind by their respective drivers, and the curses in their mouths never stopped, and all kinds of obscenities emerged one after another.

Crash! Crash! Solari was so happy that he almost wanted to dance: The characters of the two innocent idols are all crumbled!

Seeing the two girls being put into the car, Bernaby ran towards his car without saying a word, and immediately sent text messages to the news receivers of four or five TV stations after getting in the car.

We must destroy these two coquettish bitches! Burnaby felt that a small man could bring down a big star.

Britney's marketing power has made her a global phenomenon, and her image of blowing bubblegum and dancing in cheerleading outfits was once so popular that it catapulted her into the pantheon of modern celebrity. The Britney brand is so successful, it's almost impossible to tell which parts are product and which are real people.

Her ability to sell is the cornerstone of her success, but also her Achilles heel.

Burnaby is confident that the Britney brand will collapse in full view!

Let this carefully crafted image of a healthy, American girl-next-door from the South dissolve like a bubble pill.

In the middle of the night, Ronan received a call, but he took a look and found that the call was from Paris Hilton, so he cut it off.

Tomorrow, he will take a long-distance flight by plane, so he is not interested in chatting with Paris Hilton in the middle of the night.

After waking up in the morning, Ronan went out for a run, and worked out in the gym for a while. When he came to the main hall after taking a shower, the place had been cleaned.

Breakfast is ready, said the housekeeper.

Ronan was puzzled: Isn't the chef not in place?

Nikia said, I did it.

Thank you. Ronan thanked him, entered the restaurant, and when he turned on the TV, he found that the program on ABC's Good Morning America ​​was quite explosive.

Britney Spears and Paris Hilton had a big fight outside a nightclub, one breastless, one bottomless...

Someone even took a video of the scene, and the scolding voice in the video was several times vulgar than that of the black women in the slums.

Nikia was standing in the restaurant, saw Ronan staring at the TV, and said at the right time: Now the media are hyping up Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, saying that they are superficial.

Ronan shook his head and said, It's broken. The human design collapsed so quickly...

what can i say Is it Paris Hilton?

Originally, he saw that Paris Hilton's character had been maintained for several weeks, and thought that she would continue to follow this character, but unexpectedly, it still collapsed.

The phone rang, and Ronan took it out and glanced at Paris Hilton's number.

Ronan, have you read the news? Paris Hilton said anxiously, I'm surrounded by reporters, what should I do?

I just read the news. Ronan sighed, What's the matter with you two?

Paris Hilton said: I'm not very clear about the details, probably that bitch Britney hit me in the corridor, I scolded her, and then...

Ronan frowned, isn't this script right? Shouldn't Paris Hilton be Britney's future comrade in arms?

Paris Hilton asked again: What should I do? Those reporters are going to eat me.

Ronan thought for a while and said, You go back to New York and stay for a while. The reporter's main target is Britney. When you go back to New York, all the pressure will be transferred to Britney.

After hanging up the phone, Ronan finished his breakfast, took his luggage and went out, met Katzenberg and others, and went straight to France.