Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 131 Classic image?

After the car door was slammed shut, Angela slumped on the seat, her right hand was hanging limply and she couldn't lift it up at all. She had only seen the envious scene on TV in her previous life. After it really happened to her, she Can only complain of discomfort.

3 records were signed in 2671 hours, which is pretty good. The highest record is only more than 3000 copies. Of course, it is a little tricky. What she signed is not her full name, but a distorted symbol. AM, after all, Miss AM's name is already well known after the release of the two EPs.

Although the results seem average, in fact the number of signed records is not even half of the total number of people, which means that at least 6000 fans came to the scene!This was something Angela did not expect. When singing on the stage, looking at the dense crowd below, she couldn't help feeling like she was in a dream.

Many fans were disappointed because they could not get autographs. The girl could only say sorry for this. First, 3 hours is already the limit; Did they come to ask for autographs for their own children? Angela always felt that they looked at her a little strangely.Psychological effect?who knows!So...forget it.

"We can go." Sparrow got into the co-pilot at this time, and nodded to David and Angela who were driving, "Everyone is gone, people from the record company, media reporters, etc."

"Is no one gone?" Angela asked.

"There's no one left."

After getting an affirmative answer, the dark black car started to start. This is the new car that my father ordered. Even if there are hidden paparazzi outside, they will not recognize it.

"You look tired, Angie." Sparrow looked at the girl in the rearview mirror and said suddenly.

"What?" Angela, who was leaning on the backrest and squinted her eyes and was almost falling asleep, asked in a daze, then she reacted and yawned: "Yes, after all, the autograph was followed immediately after the debut. Some can't bear it."

"Have you ever considered, Angie, maybe you can temporarily put aside other work now, you do too many things, screenwriting, movies, singing, etc., you just passed your 13th birthday last month." Sparrow continued to look at the rearview mirror and said.

"What's the matter? What do you mean by mom and dad? Or is the National Association for the Protection of Children coming to your door again?" Angela blinked and asked.

"No, it's just my personal opinion." Sparrow shook his head, "After all, children of your age are still in school, even very famous child stars—such as Macaulay King , and won’t be busy with several places like you, so it won’t be good for your growth.”

"Thank you, Uncle Sparrow, thank you for your concern," Angela smiled and stretched comfortably, "But please don't treat me like a 13-year-old child, I know what I'm doing, I I also know what I want to do, please don’t worry about me, okay? If you’re just worried about the intensity of work, don’t forget, I’m still protected by the Children’s Act!”

"Well, I'm just giving my opinion." Sparrow shrugged, and then said, "But, can I talk to Mr. Jared?"

"Oh, of course, it's okay, I'm hoping so, he is often late for so many days, if he can come back early because he wants to talk to his daughter alone, that would be great." Speaking of which, the girl started to complain, which made both the manager and the driver couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I'll take a nap now, please call me when you get home." Angela said, lay down on the seat, turned her face inside and closed her eyes.

A good person card should be sent to Mr. Sparrow, Angela thought so, he must not know that after another 7 or 8 years, there will be many examples of acting and singing while singing or singing while excellent. But it's a bit early, of course I can't be like those two-sided people who can't be compared to a full-time actor in acting or a full-time singer in singing. If you want to become a legend, even if your innate conditions are good enough, you still have to work hard!But if Mr. Sparrow knew that he was planning to be a director and a producer at the same time, what kind of expression would he have?

Speaking of which, the few directing books I bought always seemed dizzy, although when she was in New Zealand, as long as she didn't have a part in the scene, she would carefully observe Ms. Campion's directing and adjusting techniques and how Guided the shooting, but always looked like flowers in the fog.Well, maybe I am a little impatient, maybe I can buy a video camera or a camera, and shoot independently first?Alas, if only I had a DV now... Angela finally fell asleep after thinking wildly.

When she woke up again, the car had already driven into the yard and stopped at the gate. Angela rubbed her eyes and got up from the seat. After greeting Sparrow and David, the girl got out of the car and headed for the gate. After running, Jennifer, who had already received the news, was waiting for her with milk and a hot towel just like she used to wait for her after school.

After taking the milk and gulping it down, and wiping her face with a hot towel to relieve fatigue, Angela couldn't wait to ask, "Aunt Jennifer, where is mom?"

"Madam is in the living room, and..." Before the housekeeper finished speaking, the girl had already rushed in, causing her to shake her head and smile wryly.

The potbellied Elena was sitting on the sofa in the living room at this time. Seeing her daughter coming back, she was about to wave her hand, but Angela rushed over with cheers. Of course, she carefully avoided her mother's belly and knelt down on the sofa Putting her arms around her mother's neck, she kissed Elena on the face, then hurriedly put her head down, and put her ears on her mother's belly. She sounded anxious, ever since she knew what was in her mother's belly. After twins, always.

For this troublesome daughter, Elena could only smile wryly, and gently stroked her head: "Okay, honey, don't do this."

"Are they asleep? Why can't I hear anything?" Angela blinked and looked at her mother, her voice couldn't help but soften a lot, as if she was afraid of waking up the two little ones.

"Yes, asleep, so don't disturb them, okay?" Elena sighed.

"Maybe I can hear them snoring?" Angela still pressed her head against her mother's belly and refused to get up.

"Okay, you can listen," Elena finally rolled her eyes, "but before that, let's hear what Mr. George wants to talk to you about, okay?"

Angela blinked in a daze, then reacted immediately, and raised her head abruptly. An awkward George Wells was sitting on the sofa opposite.

"Joe...Mr. George!" The girl was a little dumbfounded. She was so absorbed in thinking about her mother that she didn't realize there was anyone else in the room. She quickly jumped up, sat up straight with a blushing face, and stammered, "Hold me ...Sorry, I didn't realize you were there too..."

"It's okay, it's nothing." George smiled and waved his hand, as if to drive away the previous embarrassment, "Miss Angela has always given me an image of calm like a little adult, and it's rare to see innocence On the other hand, it seems that I am still very lucky, don't I?"

The girl curled her lips, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Are you praising me, or mocking me, Mr. George?"

George smiled and spread his hands, but didn't speak.

At this moment Elena stood up: "Okay, Chris, I won't disturb your conversation with Mr. George."

"Okay, mom, be careful." Angela supported her mother, and didn't let go until Jennifer came over and took Elena's arm. After watching her mother enter the back room, she did it again, looking at the Waiting George.

"Is there something wrong with the script? Mr. George?" The girl coughed lightly and said.

"Yes, and no." George shrugged.

"Oh?"

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Anthony has already supplemented the content of the psychologist on the basis of your original script. I think this script is very novel and worth investing in!" He paused, and then said seriously: "But I hope You can play this role, Miss Angela!"

"What?" The girl's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but laugh. "How did you think of me playing this role? Mr. George? Or—" She thought for a while, "You want me to play that little boy instead?"

"No, no, Angela," George shook his head repeatedly, "I mean, we can rework the script and change the boy into a girl!"

Without waiting for Angela to speak, he immediately continued: "I have discussed with the screenwriters of the company, and they all have positive opinions on changing it to a girl. In this way, the humanistic care of the film will appear more profound."

"But at the same time, the impact will be smaller. After all, the contagion of a little boy coming out of such a weird thing is stronger than that of a little girl. After all, men are born to be endowed by God...to be strong." The girl couldn't help but speak at the end. Some slightly sour.

"That depends on your acting skills, Angela, girls also have a strong side, don't they?" George smiled slyly, "For example, someone in front of me?"

"Are you pointing at me?"

"No, I mean Lady Elena."

Angela rolled her eyes, she was a little hesitant about George's opinion.

"You don't need to answer me now, Miss Angela." George also saw it and shrugged: "You can think about it seriously. Of course, from my personal point of view, I hope you can play the role. I think..."

After a long pause, he continued: "I think you can leave a classic screen image for the audience!"