Chicago 1990

Some hotel rooms in the United States are only separated by two doors close to each other. They are fully closed and locked so that they do not interfere with each other. Two rooms with their own house numbers can be opened and sold as suites. In addition to sound insulation, there are waiters I often forget to lock the door. Generally speaking, it is a relatively flexible commercial design, and it can also be used by residents to play tricks.

Song Ya's large suite has such two doors.

The vanity mirror reflects a long hair, which will fluff up like a golden parachute every time it falls, and then it will be condensed to one place and lifted off again.

After going back and forth for a long time, the mirror was suddenly empty and the parachute was gone.

"Amy?"

Song Ya felt a little cold in his chest, he held up the girl's beautiful face, his tears flushed, "Why are you crying?"

"Nothing..." Amy pitifully drew away tears.

"We can't make official announcements, it will do a lot of harm to your career." Of course Song Ya knows why she cried, "I don't care...really."

"I don't want a career, I love you." Amy said countless confessions, "I just want to be with you."

"It's hard for you to have the fame and image of today's young actress. Do you want to be written by the media as messing with hip-hop stars..."

"I am willing, this is a fact, and it is not that I have not been exposed before... I was just a waiter before, your fans woo woo woo."

"Do not be silly."

"I have never been like this, you know."

Song Ya sighed and hugged her, "I, didn't I say that the last marriage just passed, let me breathe a sigh of relief and live a free and single life temporarily, okay?"

"..."

"Go to sleep, you're just tired, darling, I have to get up early tomorrow and appear on the Oscar red carpet in the best condition."

Near noon the next day, Amy was covered by Hayden and the others. As the joint agent of the two, Song Ya asked Hayden to concentrate on serving her.The actresses and even the male stars who participated in the awards ceremony are going to abuse themselves severely today. Diet is the most basic. In order to fight for the best in front of the camera with the best appearance, it’s not uncommon to make a small pre-adjustment. Hollywood’s cosmetic surgery It is developed and has a very high acceptance of new technologies and materials, which is nourished by strong demand.

Young is the biggest asset. Song Ya has no sense of urgency. He even cares less than before. When another agent, Donovan, brings the styling team over, he simply tries on the dresses and then asks them to pick up the clothes. Novan concentrated on'preparatory homework' together.

"What happened to Jesse Jackson?"

At a glance, I saw the name of the black civil rights leader in the main points of the plan in response to the reporter's question.

"He and his Rainbow Alliance have been scolding Oscars for a long time, protesting the film and television industry's stereotypes of African Americans and other minorities, employment discrimination, and the injustice of awards to African Americans and other minorities." Donovan Reply.

"Is it the only one to be nominated this year?" Song Ya asked.

"Two, you were shortlisted for best adapted screenplay and best original soundtrack, and Diana Houston was shortlisted for best live action short film."

Donovan said: “But this year’s performers and award-giving guests accounted for a very high proportion of African and other ethnicities, and the producer also sought Quincy Jones.”

"Oh."

Song Ya nodded slightly, controlled his mouth and didn't complain about Donovan.

Jesse Jackson is indeed a bit unreasonable to make trouble in many cases, but this kind of "noise" is beneficial to the entire African-American community and even to himself. If the Oscars were not in response to his accusations, how could this year's awards ceremony come as Donovan said So many opportunities to show up?

Maybe Grammy asked him to help make a fuss before, and it wouldn't have won nine zero wins with Mariah Carey...

"Where is Mr. Carson?"

He asked casually while memorizing the standard answer William Morris had prepared for him.

"I take care of the beauty bar downstairs. Let us not bother in the afternoon. He wants to rest and save his energy until the evening." Donovan smiled: "I never thought he would be so active. The best of the year. There is a great opportunity for an adapted screenplay award."

"Hehe, I have a good mentality, after all, I just experienced a Grammy."

Johnny Carson is certainly positive. Talk shows are a very important category in American TV shows. At present, various talk shows still occupy the night time of the three major wireless stations. He was the undoubtedly most popular among all the hosts. The'Late Night Entertainment King'.

Because there are too many people who have offended him throughout his career, there are two main points that have been ridiculed since the end of his career. The industry and the audience dislike him at a fast speed, and the ghost-level investment vision of losing every investment.

And this time being nominated for Oscar completely solved his psychological needs, "First of all, the cultural world still affirms me. I was terminated by NBC because I was too offensive, not because of my ability. Look, the script of the cat and mouse game is I adapted it.'

'I was the first to buy the film and television adaptation rights of the cat and mouse game from Abagnell. I didn't make any money because of other factors, not because of my lack of vision. No, the cat and mouse game made a big profit at the box office, right?This movie has my investment.'

If you can get further awards, the old man's brilliant life will be a perfect end.

"Oh, yes, the Golden Raspberry Award awarded Miss Kelly the worst actress." Donovan said.

Not surprisingly, "It's okay, how can it be considered that Madonna has been crushed once." Song Ya smiled.

"No, Madonna also took the worst female partner."

"Haha!"

In the afternoon, Song Ya also slept beautifully. When she woke up, there were already many people in the suite outside. Taraji, Yeremov, etc. were all here.

"The design of the Oscars stage this year is different from previous years. There are very few good front rows. Only Mr. Carson, you, the soundtrack, and John Malkovich can sit in that area. The nominated Kunes and others The two screenwriters are sitting in a row behind you."

Yeremov provided the latest information, “The host Ubi Goldberg will introduce Mr. Carson at the opening, and the guests will probably applaud collectively, expressing gratitude and tribute to his past achievements and hosting the Oscar award ceremony many times. Don't grab the limelight when you arrive."

"Don't worry, who am I."

After being notified by the organizing committee there, Song Ya and Johnny Carson went to the Dorothy Chandler Theater not far away, where the Oscars ceremony was held. At this time, Amy and Jared Leto were already there. Walking the red carpet.

"Is it the first time to participate in the Oscars? Child." The meticulously dressed old man asked.

"Yes, I had a good chance of being nominated for the original soundtrack of my life, but it fell short." Song Ya said.

"You are great." The old man likes him so much now, how pleasing to his eyes.

But according to Yeremov in the afternoon, when the income of the upcoming cat-and-mouse game is split, he and Linton plan to do a little bit of the account, and lower the share that the old man deserves.

"Thank you." That's for the future, and Song Ya certainly won't be disappointed now.

Near the red carpet, Johnny Carson put on reading glasses and took out a small note from his pocket to watch intently. His fourth wife and the nurse in the car all protested and told him not to overuse his eyes. He didn’t do anything. move.

"Is it the acceptance speech?" Song Ya asked.

"Forget it, some short paragraphs, I thought of this afternoon." He said.

"Don't say anything that will cause an uproar." His equally gray-haired agent was afraid of this big mouth, and quickly reached out for it, "Can you show me first?"

"Don't be nosy, or go back to Banburke's nursing home!" Johnny Carson scolded him.

"Hey! Pay attention to your blood pressure." His wife protested again.

"I'm fine, very good. APLUS, come, here, here, I need your help to pick it up, a very short vocabulary, don't worry about it then."

Except for him in the extended concierge car, Song Ya didn't let himself go with him, otherwise he could not sit down.

In their bickering, Old Mike opened the door of the car, Song Ya was the first to get out of the car and stepped on the red carpet, waved to reporters and fans, and immediately turned around and bent over to help Johnny Carson, his wife on the other side.

Then Johnny Carson and his wife walked onto the red carpet first, arm in arm, Song Ya stopped and waited for a while, greeted and hugged the soundtrack and other screenwriters who got out of the car behind.

The Oscar battles are much larger than the Grammys, and the red carpet performance is particularly obvious, but Song Ya has already been able to face all this freely. After doing enough time in front of the camera, he and the nervous screenwriters complained. After a few gossips about the traffic flow being too slow, he paced slowly on the red carpet and handed autographs to fans on his side.

"APLUS! APLUS!" The fans who were squeezed around held up signs chanting slogans, and cried with joy after receiving his smile and beckoning in response.

It wasn't until Johnny Carson had chatted with a reporter who he was acquainted with and looked for someone. He hurried a few steps and accepted the interview with the old man, arms around each other.

"What do you think of Jesse Jackson's criticism of the Oscar unfair treatment of African Americans? APLUS." A reporter asked this question.

"First of all, thank the jury for giving me this nomination this year, but I also agree with some of Jesse's views. The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences should see more diverse voices from different ethnicities, and give recognition and opportunities..."

Songyabalabara said Chase.

"Talk about your collaboration with Mr. Carson. You created the script of the cat and mouse game together, right?"

"It can be said that I really like the first version of the script written by Mr. Carson for the Cat and Mouse Game. I fell in love with it the first time I read it..." Then the two flattered each other.

"Can you say something to Mariah Carey?"

"Uh, I miss the time we spent together... but please also give us some personal space, thank you."