Hollywood Secret Garden

"Cut!" There was a shout, and Kate, who was pushing the stroller and watching tenderly inside the car, couldn't help closing her eyes and sighing.She turned her head to look, and sure enough, Angela stood up from behind the camera with a sullen face, "I need to tell you a few times, Kate! Pay attention to your emotions, how do you look like a mother now?!"

As her cold voice fell silent on the set, everyone knew not to touch Miss Genius at this time.Kate bit her lips lightly and clenched her hands tightly. After a while, she lowered her head and said, "Sorry, Angie."

Angela pursed her lips and stared at Kate, who turned her head away. After a while, she waved to the assistant: "Start again, when will the effect I want be achieved and then stop!"

As she spoke, she glanced at a few evasive figures in the distance: "Someone drive those guys away, I don't want to see any inexplicable unconfirmed reports in tomorrow's newspaper!"

The crew started to operate again. Kate, who put away her helplessness and irritability, exchanged opinions with Russell and another important supporting role, Adam Goldberg. After being comforted by them, they returned to the original position and waited for the start.

However, there were still continuous NGs. Angela seemed to have a deep hatred for this scene, and she always called Cut tirelessly, causing the crew members to complain.The assistant director suggested several times for everyone to rest before continuing, but Angela always replied coldly: "I said, don't stop until the effect I want is achieved!"

There are several old people in the crew who have been with her since she directed "Run Lola Run", but it is also the first time for them to see such a harsh Angela.No one dared to say anything, so they could only repeat it again and again, until Alizee, who didn't pay attention to Angela's cold appearance at all, said to her: "Very well, you just keep repeating like this, and you can do it again in the future." No more directing movies."

"Rest now for 15 minutes." Perhaps Alizee's words played a role, or seeing the fatigue between Kate's brows, or maybe both, Angela finally said the word of rest, which made everyone on the set really relieved tone.

However, when everyone was moving and chatting in twos and threes, Angela was sitting on the director's high chair in a daze.She stared straight ahead without focus, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Angie, can we talk?" Kate appeared in front of her at this moment.

After raising her eyelids and glancing at her, Angela replied in a nonchalant tone, "Go back to the hotel to talk about something."

There was a flash of anger in Kate's eyes, and the dissatisfaction accumulated in the past few days was almost reaching a critical point.But she still controlled herself in time: "It's only a few minutes, it won't take up too much of your time."

"If you have time to talk, why don't you think about how to stop being NG!" Angela said bluntly.

"You..." Kate's body trembled slightly, but she still endured it, "Okay, I get it."

The shot of Alicia pushing a stroller and her nervous husband walking on the street finally passed in time after 72 NGs—if this continues, the gradually darkening sky is not suitable for shooting.There are still a lot of shots that should have been shot today, so they couldn't be completed.

Kate poured herself a glass of ice water and sat down on the sofa. She glanced at the newspaper beside her and threw it aside in disgust.Although the photo above is a bit blurry, it can still be seen clearly. In the middle of the set, Angela dressed as a director is yelling at Kate. She clenches her hand into a fist and raises it near her face, which seems very dissatisfied. Kate spreads her hands and knuckles The brow looked like a sharp retort.And the headlines in the newspapers were: Sisterhood on the verge of ruin?

This report uses the tone of a bystander to describe the story of Angela constantly reprimanding Kate because of the unsatisfactory filming progress.In the end, it is concluded that their sisterhood for several years may disappear in smoke.

The standard of their capture and storytelling is indeed very high.Kate frowned and drank the ice water in one gulp. She sighed softly after the cold feeling spread from her throat to her stomach.Although she hated the casual gossip of the tabloids, Kate couldn't help recalling what happened in the past few days.

Angela seemed to be a different person since she returned to Princeton and started filming. Not only did she constantly pick and choose Kate's performance, but the situation of repeated shooting as many as dozens of times like today is even more frequent.At the beginning, Kate also cooperated with trying to tap her potential and tried to use her previous insights into the performance, but gradually she felt something was wrong.

To be honest, there are quite a few directors Kate has worked with. Dozens of NG situations happened when Ridley directed "The Matrix", but it is questionable if it happens repeatedly for several days.Kate doesn't want to dictate to Angela's directorial work, but her almost paranoid repetition is more like...

Kate stopped her thoughts and poured herself another glass of ice water, but put it down when she raised it to her lips.After a few seconds of ecstasy, she left the room and went straight to Angela's door through the corridor and knocked.

"Who is it?" Angela's voice quickly came from inside. Although the tone was light, the tiredness in it was quite obvious.This made Kate feel soft, and then said in a teasing tone: "Room service."

But Angela refused politely: "I don't need it now."

Can't even hear my voice?Kate frowned and expressed a trace of worry at the same time: "Angie, it's me."

"Kate?" The door finally opened to reveal Angela's complicated face.

"Remember? I wanted to talk to you, and you said we'd talk when we got back to the hotel, so I'm here now." Kate looked into her eyes.Angela tilted her head to look away, and hesitated for a while before letting the other party into the room.

But as soon as the two sat down, she raised her legs and said in a business-like tone: "I don't think there is anything to talk about, Kate. I told you that I would be extremely strict when directing, and You also agreed."

A feeling of sullenness suddenly came to her heart, but Kate still held back and said softly: "What's on your mind, Angie?"

"No, I'm fine, nothing happened." Angela flatly denied.

"I think you always seem to be worried about something," Kate took a deep breath to maintain her calmness, "I don't want to make wild guesses, Angie, I'm just a little worried. You... seem very impatient these days."

"A little impatient, but everything is planned and under control," Angela interrupted her, "There is nothing to worry about."

"There will always be accidents, and no plan will be perfect," Kate gently reminded, "If you have any troubles, you can talk to me, even if you can't help you solve it, at least you can help you share some, right? ?”

"I've already said, nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about!" Angela suddenly raised her voice and became anxious, "Instead of worrying about what's wrong with me, it's better to think about what to do with you! Look at your situation these days, I even Doubt that you have really put yourself into the role!"

"I didn't put myself into the role?" Kate's anger finally came out, and she stood up suddenly, "I can't believe you would say such a thing, did my hard work and my cooperation go over and over again? Didn't you see it shot again and again!"

"It's far from good enough!" Angela stood up not to be outdone, "You're still far from good enough. In my opinion, you can make further choices and take your performance to a higher level! But you But he was always lingering at the door and refused to step in!"

"How do you think I can go further? I've tried my best to perform at a super level. Even if you can't see it, at least you should be able to hear it. You can hear what everyone is saying!" Enraged Kate said loudly, "Do you know how I feel these days, Angie, you are here to find trouble, not to be a director!"

"This difficulty makes you shrink back? You can't bear it if you are a little stricter?"

"It's not a question of being stricter at all, but that you can't make a judgment at all..."

"Don't forget, you promised me to play 200% of my strength, have you done it?"

"I thought you should know what the word 'exaggeration' means..."

"In this case, how do you play the heroine in the next movie! How do you challenge for the Oscar for Best Actress! If you don't want to do that, why do you want to take the role now!"

"Let Oscar go to the fucking ghost!" Kate yelled out of composure, "I will take this role because of you, not for the best actress in a damned role!"

The room finally fell silent because of the roar, and the two women turned their heads and panted slightly, refusing to look at each other.After a few seconds of silence, neither party spoke anymore, so Kate turned and left Angela's room.

All the way back to her room, she slammed the door shut, took two deep breaths, poured a glass of ice water and put it on her forehead to freeze it, Kate finally calmed down.She slightly regretted her yelling, and Angie was obviously troubled by something.But she couldn't help her anger, not to mention that Angie was still adding fuel to the fire.

You idiot, what the hell are you thinking?If you can't confide in front of outsiders, can't you confide in me in private?Even if you have your own secrets and don't want to tell me, can chatting to some extent relieve your restlessness?Kate couldn't help sighing, she also felt uncomfortable seeing Angela's anxious look.

I am also impatient.She thought reflectively, and something bothered her as well.Back in Boston... Hey, what were you thinking?Kate tapped her head with the glass to refocus her thoughts.

She really wanted to go to Angela's room again, the other party should have calmed down after such a quarrel.But after walking around the room for a few times, she rejected the idea. It was the first time Kate yelled at her like this since they became a couple. Although Angie was at fault first, she still felt a little bit guilty, maybe subconsciously. Think of Angie as someone to be pampered.

So let's talk about it tomorrow, anyway, it's the weekend, and it shouldn't be the same situation as before if it takes one night to adjust the mood.Kate made a decision.

Unfortunately, the next day was a weekend and there was no filming assignment, so she woke up half an hour later than usual.

After Kate had breakfast, she found out that Angela had gone to Boston early in the morning.

"Did she say anything happened in Boston?" Kate asked an assistant on the set, frowning.

"No, in fact, Miss Angela was already on the road when we were notified, and she told us the news of leaving by phone." The other party said.

"So...then..." Kate was in a daze for a moment, "Did she explain anything?"

The assistant thought for a while: "There is nothing special to explain, just to tell you not to play too crazy on weekends."

"Thank you, I see." Kate said with a wooden expression, and then went straight back to her room.

She didn't go anywhere in the hotel all day, whether it was Russell who invited her out for a walk or the few women in the crew who asked her out to go shopping, she was declined.While he was in a trance, an inexplicable emotion permeated his heart for a long time.

Why did you go to Boston without saying a word?Why didn't you even leave me a message?Can't I go with you?Are you that mad at me?Angie, do you know how I feel?

Sorry, Kate, I don't know how to deal with you.Angela stared blankly through the window of the villa, and the raindrops fell before they reached Boston, and they were hitting the glass at this moment, making a crackling sound.

"Would you like some snacks, Angie?" Anne's voice came from the door.

"No...give me a hot drink." Angela said as she folded her arms and rubbed them together.

"Okay, but I think it's better to add more clothes. Boston's climate change is much more obvious than that of Los Angeles." Annie reminded her, then turned and left.

Angela silently picked out a coat from the closet and put it on for herself, sat in the chair and continued to look at the hazy scene outside. It would be great if the rain could wash away the entanglement in her heart.

"Your skim milk." Annie quickly brought up the hot drink.

"Why don't you make black tea anymore, you know my taste." Angela said jokingly, barely cheering up.

"I warmed the skim milk because I knew your taste. What you need now is to warm up your body, not refresh yourself." Annie said as she handed the cup to Angela, and after watching her drink it down, she asked softly: "still……"

Although she made a gesture at the end and didn't fully say it, Angela understood what she meant.

"I flinch, Annie." Angela said after putting the cup on the table with a sigh, "I'm scared."

"But..." Annie hesitated before continuing, "If you don't do anything, it will only make things worse."

"What if I lose them completely?" Angela asked rhetorically.

Annie just doesn't talk.

"I know that continuing like this will only make things worse," Angela bit her lips hesitantly, and writhed her hands together in annoyance, "I also thought about solving these problems, but...but...I I don't know what will happen, maybe they will forgive me, maybe they will leave me forever...I can't accept it, I can't..."

She lowered her head and buried her head between her legs, and her voice began to murmur: "I thought I could use other methods to tie them to my side, and then a slow showdown might be able to... a big mistake... ..."

I'm taking this role because of you and not for best female lead!

Kate's words kept echoing in her ears, making Angela feel that what she did in a hurry was so ridiculous.Is it actually just possession?This idea popped up again like a ghost, which made her shiver tremblingly.

"Anji, I've said everything I need to say. After all, this is your private matter. I believe you have your own judgment on what to do." Annie smiled helplessly, turned around and left with her cup in her hand, and at the same time closed the door close.

Angela sighed again, raised her head and looked out the window.I don't know when the rain has stopped, but the sky is still gloomy, just like her mood at the moment.

Everyone is instinctively afraid of the unknown, so even if I mustered up the courage, I still turned back into an ostrich in the end.Angela suddenly smiled wryly. Looking at her feelings, it was a far cry from her career. This was the biggest difference between known and unknown.

Thinking of this, she suddenly became a little cold and disheartened, and a thought of not wanting to do anything filled her heart.

No, at least I should visit the school.Angela stood up suddenly, found a coat that matched her clothes from the closet, put it on, and then went straight downstairs.

"Are you going out now?" Annie asked from the kitchen.

"Yes, let Bucket get the car ready, I'm going to Cambridge City." Angela replied, who was arranging her clothes in front of the full-length mirror, "Let him be careful not to be spotted by reporters, he did a good job when he left Princeton, Don't take credit for it. Besides, Anne, I won't be home to dinner tonight."

Angela had received a call from Natalie on Thursday night, and the other party told her that she would leave Boston for New York in a few days, and then go on a trip with her parents.During this period of time, she hadn't been able to figure out what Natalie was thinking, and she hadn't talked to her before leaving Boston, so she was inevitably a little suspicious-this was also one of the reasons for picking and choosing on the set.

Of course, I went back to Boston because I was ashamed to face Kate, but I also wanted to meet Natalie.

However, after Angela stepped into Cambridge City, she fell into a state of impetuous anxiety, and she desperately wanted to know what Natalie was thinking.If Jessica's confession destroyed the confidence that took her a long time to build up, and Kate's anger completely plunged her into a trance and contradictions, then Natalie gave her the feeling that she was hanging over her head as if she would be at any time. A difficult knife.She hated the feeling of not being in control of anything.

However, when she hurried into the dormitory building, she didn't realize that it was pitch black behind the dormitory windows where the lights should be turned on because it was approaching night.