Hollywood Secret Garden

As night falls, the airport hall has lost its usual bustle and prosperity. Even if flights take off and land non-stop at night, the tourists coming in and out cannot fill the empty halls because the shops are closed.

In the east corner near the observation deck, a man and a woman are sitting at a small table surrounded by candlelight, seemingly on a date.The man is about 40 years old.Although it looks simple and clumsy, it gives people a sense of security; the woman can't tell the age, and the long brown hair draped over the shoulders has an indescribably mature style.

After enduring the performances of the inattentive waiter and the non-professional funny old man, the man in the conversation coughed dryly, trying to distract the other party's attention: "So, how is the baker?"

"Forget it, this is a silly story." The woman smiled and shook her head.

"No, please." The man said earnestly in a pleading tone.

"Sorry, Victor, no one cares how the croissant was invented." The woman continued to smile and shook her head, "I bet, even those Romanians don't care about it."

"I care, this is history, it is fact." Although Victor was a little embarrassed, he emphasized his tone.

The woman stared at him for a few minutes, and then said with a touch of self-mockery: "I'm 39 years old, Victor."

"No way?!" Victor showed a look of surprise.

"Yes." The woman replied affirmatively.

"No way." Victor repeated the previous sentence, but his tone became affirmative.

"It's a fact." The woman replied with the word he said before.

"You must not be." Victor looked at her and said stubbornly.

After a few seconds of silence, the woman chuckled, and the self-mockery between her eyebrows made her mature style even more attractive: "I tell people that I am 33 years old, and the men I date think I am only 27, but no, I am It's 39."

"So what, I was 39 years old." Victor said after thinking about it.

The woman sighed deeply, and her expression became a little dazed: "I started working for the airline when I was only 18 years old. I have been in this industry for more than 20 years, so now there is no need to hide anything. That's me. My address book is divided by city, and my pager always goes off when I'm eating."

Although she kept smiling, the faint sadness was still lingering.

"You can choose to turn off your pager." Victor shrugged a little honestly.

"I wish I could, the whole 7 years I've been waiting for a call, I knew it was going to come, Victor. That's why I don't want to turn it off, that's why I always live in hotels, Always have my suitcase ready. If he wants to spend the weekend with me, I can go anytime.” Speaking of this, the self-deprecating and sad look on the woman’s face became stronger, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting all my life, but I don't know who I'm waiting for."

She murmured, with an indescribable mockery and exhaustion in her smile, not knowing whether she was for herself or for the person she was waiting for.A feeling of vicissitudes suddenly emerged from her body, as if this beautiful and mature woman had many unknown stories, and the picture was frozen here.

"Cut!" Spielberg, who was watching all this from behind the camera, shouted in a voice of approval, and at the same time gave a thumbs up to the men and women on the set, followed by clapping applause.

Relieved, Hanks smiled and nodded to the people around him. When he turned his gaze to Angela in front of him, he was stunned again. Angela, who was sitting on the chair, lowered her eyelids and looked at what was happening below her. He was staring, with no expression on his face, motionless as if his soul was no longer in his body.

Hanks knew what was going on. During this period of time, every time Angela finished filming, she would pause for a few seconds to free herself from the previous emotions, but today seemed a little longer?He was about to call out a few times, when a figure had already arrived behind Angela, and at the same time he raised his finger at his mouth in a silent motion.

After seeing the person who came, Hanks nodded and then got up and left lightly. Speaking of which, he sometimes envied Angela for having such a caring assistant. If she didn't say anything else, she just remembered something. The fact that the assistant handed the things to her before she even spoke can tell how tacit understanding there is between them, um, they just have a cold face and don't like to laugh.

After another long while, Angela let out a long breath and finally came back to her senses. Although she rubbed her face with her hands to cheer herself up, the fatigue between her brows was still clearly visible, and Alizee behind her immediately handed her the water glass hand.

"Thank you, Lily." She took the glass and said softly, took a big sip and then stood up.

"I think you should ask Mr. Steven to give you a few days off temporarily. You know, you've been in a daze for longer and longer." Although Alizee's tone was as flat as ever, the worry was not very hidden good.

"Don't worry, I have more shots during this period, so the more time I have to maintain the state of performance, the more time I have to recover." Angela chuckled as she walked towards the director Said, doesn't seem to care much.

"Great job, Angie, this should be the best performance you have ever done since filming! And it was done once, it was perfect!" Spielberg gave a thumbs up in approval again, and couldn't help following him Xiao Xiao sighed: "If only you were so outstanding and perfect before, I almost wanted to go back and retake your shots just now."

Of course there is a reason why he said that. Although Angela had vowed at the beginning that she could act like a 39-year-old woman, it was another matter to actually shoot it.At that time, the first shot had to be NGed [-] times before it could barely pass, which basically broke Angela's NG record since she made a movie.

However, Spielberg didn't say anything because of this, but just directed and continued to shoot, and Angela also didn't say anything and continued to act.After going through more than ten shots of NG repeatedly, she finally grasped the feeling and immersed herself in it. Although some shots still had to be NG more than ten times to pass, no one can say that Angela standing in front of the camera There is something that does not match the characters in the script, the amorous expression between the brows and the eyes that seem to flash by occasionally, as if seeing through something, are completely a 39-year-old mature woman.

And the few shots shot today are the most important part of the whole movie. Not only did she pass it once and she performed perfectly. It is no wonder that Spielberg gave Spielberg a thumbs up.

"I was taken aback when I got the revised script. Angela chose such a challenge for herself and Steven agreed. It's just a joke!" Hanks said, "even though As the shoot progresses and you get better and better, it still goes around in your head every once in a while, but today it just kind of goes away."

"Honestly, the make-up artist, Mr. Cliff, deserves half the credit. I was taken aback when I first saw myself with make-up on, and I didn't look like a young woman in her early twenties in the mirror. "Angela said with a smile, "The technique of dyeing hair is quite clever, the most eye-catching features have been changed, and naturally other aspects will be accepted."

"Okay, Angie, modesty is a virtue, but excessive modesty is pride." The old man laughed, "No one can deny your acting skills, just based on the previous scene, I think you have won the best Oscar." The strength of the heroine."

Having said that, he waved his hand again: "Okay, let's rest for a few minutes before continuing."

After the people around him dispersed, Spielberg took a few steps closer to Angela and whispered, "If you want to rest, I don't mind giving you a few days off, Angie."

Angela raised her head and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Why, did someone tell you anything?"

"Don't forget, I'm a pretty good director. I have to know the situation of an actor at any time." The old man smiled. It would be too bad if it came."

After a few seconds of silence, Angela smiled slightly: "Don't worry about you, Steven, I know it well, if I really need it, I will definitely ask for leave, and it is clearly stated in the contract."

Spielberg was about to say something, but after thinking for a few seconds, he finally just nodded: "Okay."

Angela knows what he didn't ask. After all, at the age of 23, she can almost impeccably perform the mature style of a 39-year-old woman, especially the vicissitudes that can be said to be natural, no matter where she is. They are all things worth exploring, even if she has given enough surprises.

When I was a little girl, I read a lot of famous novels. Although I didn’t quite understand some of them, I liked to substitute myself as the heroine. Over time, I developed my own understanding of what various mature women should look like.Angela has already figured out the answer. Although this is not an impeccable excuse, she has already directed works far beyond her age, so people will accept this argument-in fact, they only want an excuse.

In fact, I just passed through the past few decades in my mind once.Angela said so in her heart.Some things are like water-filled balloons hanging in the corner. If you ignore it, it will hang there forever and be ignored day after day; but if you poke it with a needle, the water will splash It flows out, so fierce that you can't help but spin around.

In any case, Spielberg, who chose not to ask, gave Angela a little more favorability, and he was more involved in the next shooting, especially without those shots that made people or annoyed her.

In fact, the movie "The End of Happiness" doesn't have any passionate scenes, and there are even very few kiss scenes. The hero and heroine kiss only once.The reason why Angela put forward several points together at the beginning was to emphasize the last point.In any case, she doesn't want to kiss men, so misplaced shooting is her last line.

However, when Spielberg filmed the only kiss scene between the male and female protagonists, he did not use the borrowing method but re-adjusted.When Emilia was surprised and delighted by the fountain that Victor made by hand with various materials, Victor came behind her and gently grabbed the woman's shoulders, and then extended the back shot.

In this way, even though the hero and heroine do not even get too close in the whole movie, the affection between each other seems more real, especially this scene fully interprets the implicit beauty.

"Frankly speaking, I'm really not used to hiding the feelings of men and women so deeply in the camera," Spielberg joked after finishing this shot, "But once in a while, it feels good."

Although the progress was so smooth, Angela was ordered by Spielberg to go home and rest in late September, because her time of ecstasy was getting longer and longer after the downtime.This is not surprising, it is not an easy job to take back all the things that flowed out after the balloon was punctured, not to mention that there are so many and such messy memories, it is inevitable to miss them and at the same time have some impact on her—— Whether it’s good or bad, even Angela herself doesn’t know, but when it was the worst, when she finished filming and went to the studio to supervise the post-production of “The Queen”, she would stare at the screen in a daze.

Therefore, even though Angela repeatedly stated that she was fine, even if she reminded the other party that there were still a few scenes before her role could be completed, Spielberg still tactfully but firmly asked her to go home.

"Whether it's for yourself or for the crew, please rest for a few days." The old man said.

In this case, Angela could only return home sadly.

The melodious music flows in the room sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, and it is completely possible to hear how disturbed and restless the performer is.After pressing the last note heavily, Angela withdrew her hands and let out a long sigh in a daze.

There was a knock on the door, and Annie, who was carrying a plate, appeared at the door: "Your black tea."

"Thank you, Annie." Angela immediately put on a soft smile.

Annie walked up to her silently, put the glass on the piano stand, and watched Angela take a sip before asking softly: "What happened during this time? Sometimes you are absent-minded when doing anything of.

"It's nothing, Anne, just a little trouble." Angela smiled and sipped her black tea again, "Today's black tea tastes better than before, did you change any new method?"

"It's the same as before," Annie said, looking straight into her eyes, "Lily told me all about your recent situation. Is there something on your mind or some trouble? Or... thinking about them... I mean thinking about who ?”

After a pause at this point, she asked half-jokingly: "Because I can't stay with you for a long time now, so what's on your mind and don't tell me anymore?"

However, Angela didn't smile. After losing her mind for a while, she held Annie's hand and squeezed it gently: "It's okay, really."

She let out a long breath and made a few gestures: "You know, even though it has been a year, I still dare not think about some things, otherwise... it will be very painful. I thought there was nothing to worry about Indulging yourself can make you feel better, but after the momentary pleasure, what remains is more troubles... I feel that I have lived for so long but I don't know what I should do. At least Emilia is still waiting for someone , even if there is no hope, what about me?"

"Don't be like this, Angie," Anne bit her lips, "at least...at least we are still by your side, at least Mr. Jared and Mrs. Elena, Willie and Ike are still by your side."

Angela stared at Annie for a long time, and suddenly giggled: "Okay, I'm just feeling a little bit emotional. It's normal for people to think about things when they get old. It will naturally happen after a while. Well, no fuss."

"Aging?" Annie twitched the corners of her mouth in tears, "Angie, this joke is not funny."

"I'm not joking. If you want to count, I'm already in my 50s." Angela waved her hand nervously, "Well, I'm really a failure when people in their 50s still look like this."

"What are you talking about, Angie?" Annie frowned worriedly, "You won't... go too deep into the heart of the character you want to play, and then you can't extricate yourself?"

Angela suddenly put away her smile, looked at Annie again and hummed softly, a little self-deprecating. This humming seemed to contain many complex emotions, and it seemed that there was nothing but pure self-mockery.

Then she reached out and gently pinched the face of her young housekeeper: "Don't worry, at least I still know what I should do, at least I must finish this matter well."

Annie stood there in a daze and didn't say anything. At this moment, the intercom at the bedside rang. Angela walked over and pressed the hands-free button. Then a maid's voice came out: "Angie Miss La, Miss Avril has come to see you, she seems to be in a hurry."

"Vivi?" Angela showed a surprised look, glanced at Annie and then replied, "Please wait a moment, I'll be down right away."

"Weiwei is here. I don't know what's urgent. Come down with me or should I go down first?" Angela asked with a smile, regaining the previous indifferent expression.

"It's still...you go down first, she is here to see you and has something urgent." Annie replied with a complicated expression.

"Okay." Angela nodded, pinched her face again, and then went out to go downstairs.

"Angie?!" Avril Lavigne's anxious, complaining and pleasantly surprised voice rang out as soon as she arrived downstairs, and Angela immediately became even more stunned.Apparently, although Avril was trying her best to keep calm, Avril's eyes were full of anxiety. The trouble must have exceeded her imagination.

"Are you in any trouble?" Angela asked curiously.

"I..." Avril, who was hesitant to speak, showed an anxious expression, hesitated for a few seconds before whispering: "Can... talk in private?"