Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 611

Angela was a little surprised when she received the invitation letter from the high school reunion. She originally wanted to refuse, after all, she was preparing for "True Love Actually".But the other party then entrusted Louis Heller, the former chairman of the film club, to call. Thinking back to Weber’s high school, he still had a few good friends. Although he occasionally contacted by email, he hadn’t seen each other for a long time. So Angela finally agreed after careful consideration, and it took about a day anyway.

However, the person hosting this high school reunion was a guy who had formed a band in school. He wanted to reunite the people who formed the band and sing some songs at the party. Angela could write a song for them for the sake of her fellow graduates.

After thinking about it for a while, Angela felt that it was no big deal to write another song after agreeing to attend the class reunion anyway, but because time and energy were spent on "True Love Actually", she turned "Floorfiller" in the "treasure box" Came out to them, this rock dance song is perfect for young people to sing at dances.

What I didn't expect was that when she returned to Los Angeles and specially went to the bar under the contract to attend the party, these guys who had been rehearsing for a long time wanted her to sing!What the hell, you know that Angela hasn't sung in public for several years, and these guys actually go out of their way to want her to dress sexy when she sings!

Well, even if some unfamiliar typhoons can be ignored, even if she can decide what clothes to wear, but the key is that she has never sung before and is not very familiar with the lyrics for some reason, should she sing vaguely on stage?It's not about singing Chinese Rap.

But these guys keep talking good things, especially Jim, who didn't go to college after graduation, and worked as a free intern in major film studios while working. Not only did he learn a lot in editing, but he also became better at speaking.

"Think about it, what have those guys ever said about you? Shouldn't be on stage showing off? Lady-talking and chuckling? Hell, that's not the Angela Mason I know, whatever billionaire What a famous lady, you can do whatever you want, do you need to care about other people's opinions?" Jim said frothing, "As for the lyrics, just take a look at them, and forget about them when you sing them. The key is your own feelings, I believe that when you get off the stage, you will feel very happy after releasing all your emotions without any scruples!"

If it was the former Angela, even if she was tempted, she might not agree.However, since graduation, her mood has been disturbed, and even if it is stable occasionally, it is because of abandoning certain things, so Jim's last words moved her, and she even changed into a dress with a small navel exposed.But what the final result is, needless to say.

"Why did I lose my mind and agree to that guy?" Angela muttered after changing her clothes after the bodyguard checked the room and found nothing like a camera.

But she didn't know that the troubles caused by the song "Floorfiller" had just begun. She didn't know which guy brought a DV to attend the class reunion, not only took a picture of her singing, but also uploaded it to the Internet, and used A few words of explanation were written in the text, which caused a big uproar among the fans.

"It's too much! It's so good to write a song for the class reunion, why don't you put more effort into the music?! Are we people who are looking forward to your new song day and night so worthless?! A fan left such a "tearful" complaint on Angela's blog.

Of course, these are all things to say later. After changing her clothes and regaining her previous calm demeanor, Angela came to the hall to deal with the classmates who came to strike up a conversation with various excuses.But strike up a conversation belongs to strike up a conversation, dancing and so on should be avoided.

"I'm really not interested in dancing." She said this when she was with a few old friends from the film club.

"But didn't you twist beautifully when you sang before?" Jim couldn't help muttering, and then looked around as if looking for the person who just spoke before Angela's murderous gaze came over.

"Hey, Angie, don't you really want to make movies in England in the future?" Louise Heller hurriedly changed the subject.

"What, when did you start to believe the news from the tabloids?" Angela spread her hands helplessly.Although most of the media in the UK are hyping "Love Actually", the mainstream media in the United States did not respond this time.After all, the facts are there, and Angela's status as an American national idol cannot be shaken under any circumstances.

Even if there are few American directors like her who have a high reputation and go to the UK to direct films, since many British directors can shine in Hollywood, why can't American directors make films with a strong British style?

However, the tabloids don't think so, for them attracting attention is the most important thing, so news such as "Miss Angel went to England to direct a new movie, and may not return to Hollywood" appeared frequently in the newspapers.

Even if the mainstream media has covered this news in one stroke, some people still believe what the tabloids say.When Angela returned to Los Angeles, before leaving the airport, a service staff asked her nervously if she would only shoot movies in the UK in the future, not to mention the messages on the website and those who heard that she was guarding outside the villa after her return. Reporter paparazzi.The only good thing is that no one asks about Crash anymore.

"No, no, no, I just want to hear your own answer," Louis waved his hand, "We all knew back in the film club that no one can fully understand what you're thinking."

"Okay, okay, my answer is: no." Angela shrugged depressedly, "Satisfied now? I really don't understand what you are thinking, even if you can't see through my thoughts, this kind of news should be able to Let's tell."

Louis was silent for a few seconds before sighing softly: "Maybe it's because I haven't seen you for a few years. You have become the most famous woman in the world, and everyone in the film club..."

Having said that, he spread his hands helplessly.Angela knew what he meant. When she came to the film club, Louis went to Stanford to study finance and is now helping in his father's company; Morris is a stockbroker; and Yang, the Chinese, is now Working as a photographer for a magazine.Only Jim is still working tirelessly in Hollywood.

"Ignore them, they are all losers, only I am still fighting for my dream, you see they dare not even come to the class reunion." Jim puffed up his chest and said proudly, with a feeling of being a villain.

Louis and Angela both shook their heads and laughed, knowing that this guy did it on purpose.In terms of success, Louis and the others all have their own careers, while Jim is still hovering between an intern and an official editor. There is also a reason why the others did not participate in the class reunion.However, Jim is right, at least he is still fighting for his dream.

"Well, I hope you can realize your dream, Jim." Louis raised his glass and touched Jim.

"I think I can give you some help, if you want." Angela also raised her glass.

"Really?!" Jim's eyes started to sparkle.

"Yes, but if you fail, I won't be polite." The girl said seriously.

"No problem, sir! Guaranteed to complete the task, sir!" Jim smiled and waved his hand on his forehead.

"That's it for now," Angela nodded, "By the way, what time is it?"

"10:24—don't you ever wear a watch?" Louis asked, looking at the time.

"I don't like wearing things on my wrist. Anyway, there are many ways to know the time, and it can also be used to get close." Angela said with a smile, and after glancing around, she said: "Okay, I'm leaving gone."

"Leave?" Both of them showed surprised expressions, "Now? The party isn't over yet?!"

"I have other things to do, and if I leave after the party is over, it will not be easy to get rid of those annoying guys outside." Angela explained, "Apologize to the initiator Andrew on my behalf, and remind him Pay attention to the agreement of the new song. Also, I will have someone contact you as soon as possible, Jim."

After coming out of the back door of the bar, Angela, who got into the car, didn't let Bucket drive the first time. After sitting steadily for 2 minutes, she let another car drive out of the alley first.Sure enough, as soon as the car drove out, the flashing lights clicked, and the other car immediately stepped up the accelerator and rushed out. The reporters who were ambushing there immediately got on motorcycles and cars to catch up.

"Sure enough..." Angela murmured, not wanting to pursue whoever reported the letter at the party, and waved Bucket to start the car and drive out from the other side of the alley.

When the surroundings are quiet, some things will come up naturally, even if she doesn't want to think about it.Angela didn't know whether to thank Alizee or hate Alizee. Every time she organized her itinerary, the other party would include some news about Kate, Jessica, or Natalie.It's usually a report on the progress of the filming of "Transformers", or some news about the signing of an advertisement, which is not obvious but not easy to ignore.

What the hell do you want me to say about you, Lily?Angela held her head and looked at the night view of Los Angeles out of the car window in a daze.No matter what, as long as I think about it, I will feel a dull pain in my heart, especially when the faces of Scarlett and Rachel emerge from my head, the feeling is even more complicated, especially when there is something about to come out but not come out.

"Stop here, Bucket." Angela said suddenly.

The car stopped on the side of the street and came. A slightly dressed girl with a wig got out of the car and took a deep breath against the evening wind, then said to the bodyguard in the car, "I want to walk on the street."

"But, Miss..." Bucket wanted to stop him, but Angela immediately stopped him: "It's just a short distance, you and Wyatt can follow behind, and the security here is pretty good."

This is true. Although Waitlot Street is full of nightclubs and bars, the law and order is surprisingly good. It can almost rank among the top few in the neighborhood of Los Angeles. Many celebrities also like to come here for a drink or go shopping in nightclubs.Angela thought that this outfit was not bad enough to be recognized at a glance, and besides, she was only walking for a while.

Well, stop thinking about it, go back to London tomorrow, and then continue filming Love Actually, you still have... a lot to do.Angela, who stopped in her tracks, rubbed her face vigorously, and finally recovered herself a bit.

At this time, a somewhat familiar drunken voice came from the front: "Hey, you guys are such a bunch of idiots. If I wasn't smart enough, I'm afraid I would have been kicked out by the guards."

Why does it sound a bit like... Angela hurriedly searched for fame, then frowned.Sure enough, among the men and women not far away, Lindsay, who was wearing a black T-shirt and trousers, was talking drunkenly.

"I told you a long time ago, it's just a few glasses of beer. It's impossible for me to get drunk." Lindsay blushed, her eyes had been bent into crescent moons, showing a smug smile from time to time, brown and red The long hair fluttering in the wind looks very free and easy, and it has a different kind of charm under the slightly dim street lights.

"Really, or how about we find a place to compete again?" A girl wearing a nose ring put her arms around her boyfriend and said, her eyes rolled around and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Sounds...it seems good." Lindsay glanced at the others with a smile, "Do you think so too?"

"Of course, I think it would be nice to go to Rogers' house, what do you think, Lindsay?" A boy with thick smoky makeup said as he stretched out his hand to grab the girl's shoulder.

Although Lindsay looked a little drunk, she still smiled and hid: "I think there should be a better place."

"Really? Let's hear it?" A voice rang out coldly.

The giggling men and women couldn't help but turned their heads for a moment. A woman with long black hair in a light-colored windbreaker was standing in the shadow of a street lamp not far away, looking at Lindsay coldly.

The girl frowned and was about to ask a question, when she suddenly thought of something and looked at the other party carefully, then shivered and woke up most of the wine.Others didn't notice her abnormality. The boy who wanted to hug Lindsay before made a weird cry: "Hey, do you want to participate too, girl? We welcome you anytime."

However, the other party ignored him at all, and just looked at Lindsay coldly. The boy who didn't get a response couldn't help being a little annoyed, but before he could continue speaking, the other party said, "Come here!"

The tone was light but with a hint of chill, which made people completely puzzled. Before the group of people could react, Lindsay had already lowered her head and walked a few steps to the woman's side.

"Hehehe, what's going on?" A group of people immediately clamored, attracting a few passers-by to look this way from time to time, and the boy before was quite unhappy and shouted: "Hey, you fucking who is it."

They said that they were about to rush over, but they stopped after taking two steps, and a tall white man appeared behind the woman.One of his hands was put inside his clothes and he didn't pull it out. Although he didn't say anything, his stern face made these young people a little daunting.

At this time, a silver Rolls-Royce drove over, and those who knew the goods could not help but gasp in a low voice.The woman got into the car without saying a word, and Lindsay followed behind silently.With the sound of the engine, the car drove away, leaving these men and women standing in place and staring at each other.

"Angie, I..." After a long silence, Lindsay, who had not completely subsided, wanted to explain with a smell of alcohol, but Angela immediately blocked her back: "I'll talk about it when I go back."

The car quickly returned to the new villa in Beverly Hills. Angela took Lindsay to the small living room, gave Annie a few words, then closed the door, then turned her head and frowned tightly without blinking. Staring at Lindsay, she asked coldly after a long time, "What did you promise me?"

"But you also said that as long as you don't go to nightclubs and bars with unknown origins, it's okay to go there once or twice." The girl said hurriedly.

"Yes, that's what I said, but if I'm not there tonight, what will happen next?" Angela asked with a raised voice.

"Next?" Lindsay blinked and recalled, and continued to defend, "I didn't plan to go with them at all, I was just joking..."

"Are you kidding? Oh, yes, everyone would be joking at that time, wouldn't they?" Angela said sarcastically, "When they ask you where is a better place, you answer your own home, right? What a good excuse."

"It's not an excuse," Lindsay raised her voice unknowingly, "except for Edith, I don't know any of those people well. At most, I'd have a few drinks with them in nightclubs, and I wouldn't There was too much contact."

"Come on, Lindsay, I know you too well," Angela said with a hint of anger in her tone, "Why don't you admit it?! You never took my words to heart!"

"I..." Lindsay, who kept her head down like a child who made a mistake, suddenly raised her head, her flushed face didn't know whether it was from the alcohol or anger, "I just went to a nightclub to have a few drinks, you It's not my mother, why should I dictate my life!"

Angela's body shook violently, her face turned pale immediately, and the room suddenly became quiet.She stared at Lindsay in a daze, and after a long time said in a haggard voice, "Yeah, I'm not your parent after all..."

As she spoke, she turned around and staggered out.

"An... Angie..." Immediately, Lindsay realized that her words were a little too much, and hurriedly made a few gestures to say something to ease it up, but when she called out Angela's name, she realized that she didn't know what to say.

Angela didn't stop her footsteps, but only sighed softly after reaching the door: "It's late at night, go to sleep."

"Oh, damn it, what have you done!" Lindsay, who sat down on the chair, immediately hugged her head, "Why doesn't Angie believe me!

After sighing for a few minutes, she suddenly raised her head, looked at the wall and squinted her eyes as if she had made up her mind, clenched her hand into a fist and slammed it on the armrest with a final word—followed by her screaming and shaking her hands, she jumped up again.