Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 561 Past and Future

As the last note slipped away from the fingertips, the sound of the gurgling guitar finally stopped. The scene was silent for a long time before there was sparse applause. After all, it is a happy thing to have a party, but now it is so sad to hear And sad music, it is inevitable that there will be a feeling that the text is not right.

But as time went by, the applause began to grow warmer.In any case, the music played by the guitar is very nice.

In the voice of "one more", Angela smiled and bowed and handed the guitar to the hands of others, waved to Ledger and Gyllenshire, and then left the campfire and walked towards the trailer.However, before leaving, Angela cast a vague glance at Alizee who was not far away.

Gyllenshire and the others originally wanted to pull Angela to say a few words, but they could only shrug their shoulders when they saw her leave.As for the others, although it was a pity that Miss Genius refused to perform again, she didn't take it to heart. This was a party after all.

After returning to the trailer and pouring a glass of water for herself, Angela sat on the chair, closed her eyes, pinched her nose with her hand, and let out a long breath.Thinking of Alizee's behavior, an indescribable feeling will come up.

This guy is really... Angela waved her hand with a wry smile, let's find something else to do.Immediately, the melody she played before appeared in her mind, and no one knew that she played that piece of music out of feeling.

Involuntarily stretched out her hand and flicked it twice in the air, a smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth.Although this song is not perfect, it is sure that it sounds good, so many people clapped their hands and applauded it not just to give face to Miss Genius.Angela suddenly found a paper and a pen to write and draw on the table, trying to write down this emotional guitar piece.

The scenery of the lake and the mountains, the emotions of the characters, and... the girl stopped the nib of the pen, and after a few seconds of ecstasy, she sighed imperceptibly and continued to write.The music score was completed very quickly. Even if the standard staff paper was not used, it was still written very smoothly with the help of several other tools. Her beautiful handwriting was not wasted due to excessive use of the computer.

Looking at the completed sheet music, Angela raised her hands proudly and plucked the non-existent guitar strings, and immediately marked the wrong place next to it.After such revision once, the girl put the newly written score into the drawer and stretched comfortably.

The melancholy and sad song is not bad, of course, if you want to be more perfect, you have to continue to modify it.Angela thought so.Then a thought suddenly crossed my mind, since it is so emotional and so relevant, why can't this song be made into the soundtrack of this movie?

The girl rubbed her chin and began to think seriously. Whether she was nominated for the best soundtrack for "American Beauty" or the statuette who won the best soundtrack for "Titanic" earlier, it didn't depend on her own strength. , but that doesn't mean she doesn't have that strength. Not to mention "Titanic", she just took it in her hands and processed it a little bit, but at least half of the soundtrack of "American Beauty" was produced by Angela herself.If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't carve it out due to lack of time, it is still unknown whether she would have won the second best soundtrack statuette.

Anyway, the progress of shooting is relatively slow now, and I don't care how slow it will be, so I can just take time to think about how to make the soundtrack of the movie.Angela tapped lightly on the table.She didn't want to refer to the original soundtrack, although it is also very good and beautiful, she intends to make it entirely by herself this time.

The theme of the soundtrack is ready-made, and I know what instruments to use. What I have to do is to add decorations to the shelves that have been set up.And I just took this opportunity to test my soundtrack quality. When the time comes... the soundtrack is definitely my business. If I can add Erhu or Guzheng...

Angela's brows suddenly frowned, and another thought that had been shelved before broke into her mind.She couldn't help tapping her fingers on the table with some annoyance. She couldn't avoid this question and if she didn't get an answer before the final step of the plan...

Finally, there is no need to be in Montana today and Alberta tomorrow. Except for Michelle Williams, who just came here not long ago, most of the crew looked rejoiced.Running around all day is really tiring.

However, Angela did not relax her requirements on them because of this, especially when shooting the scenes between Jack, Ennis and Alma in the southern suburbs of Courtley Town, she even resumed the previous practice of repeatedly shooting forty or fifty times.Although everyone was complaining—especially Gyllenshire and Heath—no one dared to say anything, even though Angela didn't scold anyone when she was most excited, but the harsh words were not so easy to absorb. Got it.

Even more frustrating, or even more frustrating for men, is that the mean language is never directed at women.Whether it was the female FBI agent who was always by her side, or her personal assistant Alizee, or several female staff members, Angela had never spoken to them in that tone—at least not in public. .

Even if Michelle has a problem or has any questions during the performance, she will patiently explain to him again and again.It's not like Ledger, who complained that day "Ennis is like a bitch", but Angela refuted it when she heard it: "What does it mean to be like a bitch? To be reserved is to be a bitch." Guys? Or do you think you should be dressed up in skirts and lingerie for the role?!"

Ledger immediately raised his hand and surrendered. Gyllenhill was right, don't argue with Miss Genius.However, if you think that lowering your profile will make Angela let you go, you are completely wrong. Others may have this luxury, but as one of the two leading actors, it is absolutely impossible.

"Cut!" Angela yelled loudly, frowning and walked a few steps in front of the two people who had just separated, "Do you plan to ask me to call a timeout a few times? It's just a kiss, is it so difficult?"

"You stopped me before I kissed you." Gyllenshire muttered.

Angela surprisingly didn't say much, just looked at them with folded arms for a while.Then scratched his head: "We have discussed enough about this scene, remember what I said, guys? This love has nothing to do with gender, it is a very pure love between two people. Ennis doesn't love men, Ennis doesn't love women, Ennis only loves Jack!"

Speaking of this, she was a little dazed, but quickly adjusted, raised her hands and pressed down: "Let go, don't carry the burden, let the emotions burst out, remember how you performed on the mountain that day?"

Angela returned to the camera position and waved to do it again.And Ledger and Gyllenshire exchanged glances with each other, said a few words in a low voice, and then walked to their respective positions.It's just that when the start was announced, the two didn't make any immediate moves, but stood there and stared at each other without blinking.

As if she knew what they were thinking, Angela, who was looking at the camera monitor, didn't stop and waited there quietly.Sure enough, after tens of seconds, Gyllenshire rushed up, and the two hugged each other tightly. After a few lines, Ledger kissed him.The fiery feelings erupted like that, and everything was so natural that when the camera was over and they were applauding, Michelle, who was watching from the beginning to the end, couldn't help shouting: "Hey, guys, what's the matter again?" Sample?!"

"Don't even think about it! Damn it, this guy broke my nose!" Gyllenshire said in a low voice, covering his nose, while Ledger beside him showed an embarrassed expression.

"Is it serious?" Angela, who came to them clapping her hands, asked with a smile.

"Well... not very good, but... if you are willing to let us rest, I believe it will get better soon." Gyllenshire said with his eyes turned, and he kept holding his nose with his hand.

"Okay. That's all for today." Unexpectedly, Angela readily agreed, "Continue tomorrow."

Now that she said so, everyone naturally packed up their things and prepared to rest for a long time. Such a holiday is not common.Many people wanted to take this opportunity to walk around the town, and so did Angela.

"You want to wander around the town alone?" Mavis frowned.

"Don't worry, Mess, I've been here for a month, is there any danger?" Angela shrugged, "I just want to walk around the town by myself, and I'll be back soon. "

"Danger always appears when one is careless." Mei Weisi's brows were still frowning, obviously wanting to veto her proposal.

Angela couldn't help but spread her hands helplessly: "Okay, Meiss, if someone really wants to kidnap me, there are plenty of opportunities in this month, I remember telling you..."

"We have received reliable information, and they will take action soon." Meivis immediately blocked back.

damn it!Angela rolled her eyes and said in a sincere tone: "Please, Mess, I just want to walk alone. And six bodyguards plus your people... Don't you think this is very public?"

"Just like the previous few times, Bucket and I can accompany you. If you feel that there is no one to talk to, you can bring your personal assistant." Mei Weiss tone relaxed slightly, and at the same time looked not far away Alizee.

"Damn it, didn't I speak clearly enough? It won't take long. Besides, I have more than one thing on me. Even if something happens, you can always find me!" Angela pointed at her phone angrily. pants bag.

Seeing her persistence, Meivis finally nodded after thinking for a few seconds: "Okay, come back as soon as possible."

Courtley maintains the style of a small town in the Midwest of the United States, with various bungalows, relatively clean streets, and an environment that always looks gray and yellow.However, it is precisely because of this that Angela chose to shoot this movie here in the 70s and [-]s on the timeline.

There are not many people in the small town, and they are basically simple. After being recognized in a certain store last time, Angela asked the fat shopkeeper to keep it a secret. So far, no reporter has come to the door.So now she is wearing a baseball cap and flat glasses, walking on the street openly.

In fact, living in this kind of place is not bad, I don't know where it is more comfortable compared with the southern town of Tennessee.Angela was thinking as she walked.Looking at the time, most of the time had passed and it was getting late. Although she was not in a calm mood, she decided to turn back from the corner in front.

However, after turning the corner, a small church appeared in front of us.Angela couldn't help showing a look of surprise. To be honest, she had passed by the town of Courtley countless times, and this was the first time she noticed a church here.

She couldn't help walking a few quick steps to the outside of the church to look around. The location of this small church is very remote, and it hasn't been maintained much. It really doesn't look like a place where God is served from the outside, so it's no wonder she didn't notice it.

With a creak, Angela opened the door and walked in.Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs, candle holders with shining candles, Jesus on the cross, glass windows with Bible stories, etc. Although it is inconspicuous from the outside, it has everything that should be there.

I heard that the priests serving in such small towns all have some special hobbies.Angela glanced around maliciously, but unfortunately there was no one in the church now.She slowly walked to the front, looking up at the guy crucified on the cross with his head tilted.

Old guy, do you dare to appear in front of me?Maybe call your dad out?Oh, by the way, what kind of trinity are you, looking for you is equivalent to looking for your father, so how about coming out to bear my anger?Although Angela thought so provocatively in her heart, her eyes were full of complex expressions that she might not be able to explain clearly even when she saw it herself.

After sighing lightly, she walked around the bench and walked out slowly from one side. Although she was baptized as a Christian, it was only in name.Apart from going to church with my family when I was a child, I have rarely been to church over the years.And even though my parents were both Christians, they didn't take it too seriously.

The truly devout ones are the grandfathers who believed in Judaism and Christianity. Needless to say, the grandfather, although he did not completely force his children to follow the traditions, he himself meticulously maintained the traditions.As for the grandfather, he never remarried after the death of the grandmother, and in some respects he was more of a Puritan.

Speaking of which, the reason why grandpa dotes on me better than other children in the family is not because my grandma and I look alike?Angela thought so while touching her face.Her hair color and eye color are inherited from her grandmother. Although she doesn't look very similar to the photo, everyone says she looks alike.

With a chuckle, Angela opened a small door and sat in, shook her head and drove these things out of her head, then covered her forehead and sighed deeply.

"My child, have you encountered any difficulties?" A gentle and pleasant voice sounded.

Angela was startled, and raised her head abruptly, only to realize that she had entered the confessional of a church.

"Um... sorry, Father, I think... I went to the wrong place." Angela waved at the figure on the other side of the slatted window, wanted to smile but found that the other person couldn't see him at all.

"I can hear that you have a lot of concerns. If you want, you can talk to God here." The gentle voice sounded again, with a bit of magnetism to comfort people.

He shouldn't be a guy with that special hobby, right?This idea suddenly popped up in her head, Angela smiled self-deprecatingly, and then chattered uncontrollably: "You know, Father, I have never known who I am, or whether I am Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly!" Or Die Meng Zhuang Zhou... I thought I was Chinese, but I was an American, I thought I was a man, but I was a woman... Who is dreaming? The Chinese man? The American woman? I don't know... I only understand that I can achieve such achievements. Most of the outstanding singers, well-known actors, talented directors and billionaires rely on that dream, so I try my best to expand my influence, learn director skills, and fully realize Promoting... Is it right for a movie? But, is it worth it? There is also my family here, and the parents I love. I can't do it... one is my past, the other is my future, I don't know who I'm doing this for..."

After pouring out the words that had been held in her heart for a long time, Angela leaned against the wall of the confession room with her eyes closed, her body limp as if she had lost all strength.

After a long while, the priest's hesitant voice came from the side of the thin lattice window: "I'm sorry, my child, I... didn't understand what you were saying. If it's possible... can you say it again in English?"

Angela smiled silently, with self-mockery and helplessness. In the previous monologue, she used all the languages ​​she knew, English, French, Chinese, Spanish, etc., and even a little Greek and Swedish. And Hebrew is also interspersed among them, it is normal for the other party not to understand.She just wanted to vent.

"That's it, Father." The girl said softly, getting up and preparing to leave.

"Although I don't know exactly what happened, I can hear that you are worrying about the past and the future." The gentle voice of the priest next door sounded again, "God tells us that no matter how worth remembering, the past is always gone. In the past, hope will only be tomorrow. What we need to do is to be responsible for tomorrow while being responsible for yesterday."

Angela was stunned, sat back on the chair for a while, and finally stood up with a sigh: "Thank you."

Then he left the confessional without looking back.

After leaving the church, Angela walked quickly without stopping for a moment, and gradually slowed down after walking a long way and the church was no longer visible.

Are you responsible for tomorrow while being responsible for yesterday?The girl repeated these words in her heart, and after a long time, she raised her head and looked at the sky where the afterglow of the setting sun was still left.

In fact, what I have been doing all this time... just want to make a break, right?