Hollywood Hunter

Alexandra Martinez just felt like she was suddenly experiencing an airborne love affair.

The eight-hour flight from Milan to New York, except for the man who initially took care of some work and then came over, they chatted, drank wine, listened to music, she danced for the man, the other accompanied her on guitar, and then enjoyed a sumptuous lunch, everything was so cozy and warm and natural.

After lunch and a little discussion, they decided to watch a movie.

Obviously thinking about her language problem, the man carefully chooses an Italian film, Fellini's "La Dolce Vita".

The glitz and glamour of going with the flow.

And Disillusionment.

At the end of the three-hour film, the small projection room in this cabin, no lights on, only the final credits shining some light, Alexandra, nestled next to Simon, leaned into the man's ear and almost bit his ear, "I've always wondered what that little girl said at the end."

The women who danced often lacked curves, but Alexandra was an exception, so much so that she was a bit of a darling.

Simon put his arm around the woman beside him and said, "I remember a Fellini interview where he explained himself that the girl meant she was willing to learn to type from Marcello, corresponding to the conversation between the two men in the small restaurant."

Alexandra put one small hand on the man's large hand swimming over her body and shook her head slightly, "I don't understand."

Simon asked, "What do you think the movie is about?"

"Just thought it was hilarious, probably a critique of the degenerate life of high society."

Simon laughed and shook his head, "It's a very shallow mode of perception for literature and film to habitually parse it in terms of class position."

"So what do you think Fellini is talking about?"

"Lost."

"Huh?"

"It's sort of my own personal understanding that a whole host of characters in the film, both protagonists and supporting characters, and even the general public, have fallen into a kind of lost cycle state from which they can't escape, only to cycle through their lives day after day, whether it's glamorous, blind, confusing or boring. Or, when the persistence fails, like Marcello's seemingly perfect family of friends, they choose to self-terminate."

"That sounds so cruel."

"Life is inherently cruel, so I remember a poet once saying that we should choose a life and have the courage to persevere."

Alexandra turned her head slightly to lock eyes with Simon, "That seems like a bit of a contradiction, wouldn't choosing one life and sticking with it become the day to day cycle of getting lost you were just talking about?"

"Of course it's different, this persistence requires a heartfelt love and recognition of life, the necessity to believe that one's life has meaning, and it's a persistence of moving forward, not standing still. The people in the movie, they've stopped thinking about these issues, just as Marcello didn't hear or pretend not to hear the girl's words at the end of the story, he's given up the struggle and is willing to sink."

"Simon, do you think your life has meaning?"

"No."

Alexandra was surprised, "Huh?"

Simon said, "On a cosmic scale that's so long it's desperate, there's no point in living every single life on this planet."

"This, um, I know ......" Alexandra finally caught up a bit, raising her hand to gesture a little and said, "That movie last year, This Man From Earth, the heroine at the end said we were all just a moment. To this day, it makes you feel good every time you think about it, that's what you were trying to get across, right?"

"Yeah, we're all just a moment," Simon curled his lips slightly, "That's another level of bravery, when one knows the cruelest truths of life and still holds on and loves it."

"That's who you are, isn't it?"

"No, I'm up to 70 points in this realm if you count 100 points, and I'm lost a lot of the time."

Alexandra's body rubbed lightly against Simon's and suddenly laughed softly, "You're a trillionaire, the only one in the world, so all that just sounded like, well ......"

When Simon saw the woman's face, he knew she wanted to use words like 'moaning', but probably felt it was inappropriate, so he smiled and said: "At the genetic level, because of the strong instinct of inheritance, human desires are endless and can never be satisfied. What drives one to continue on often brings pain, and that doesn't change depending on where one stands, as it does for me. So in the face of the harsh truths of life, I often get lost and miserable as well, and I remain unfulfilled."

Alexandra blinked her special crescent moon eyes as if to ask Simon what was so unsatisfying about her.

Simon, however, did not discuss this philosophical issue of life with the woman any further, but instead said, "Coming soon to New York, tell me about you, what kind of life do you want to live in the future?"

Alexandra's first thought, of course, was that she wanted to be the top actress in Hollywood, except that the man's question seemed to encompass much more than that, but a larger dimension about her future state of life.

What kind of life?

Of course it has to be like what we've just experienced the last few hours.

Fulfillment, excellence, luxury.

And then, to be a top Hollywood star, in and out of the limelight, with all the stars.

Well, then and then ......

Simon saw the woman didn't answer for a moment and took the initiative to add, "Tell you what, you'll be living in New York for the rest of the trip, first you'll take some English lessons and I'll get you some roles on Broadway."

Alexandra's expression flashed with disappointment, which fell far short of her expectations, "Simon, I'd like to go with you to Los Angeles, is that okay?"

Simon understood Alexandra's intentions, slid his hand up over the outline of the woman's delicate face and said, "The road is one step at a time, you have too much of that artsy European actress in you, and if you hope to go further in the future, you can polish off that quality by performing on Broadway, otherwise you'll have to be like many European actresses who want to break into Hollywood, such as Ajani, in the end, found nothing."

The woman hesitated a little and then asked, "How long will this take?"

As much as I hate to mention age, though, it's definitely her biggest shortcoming.

Simon was serious, "I hope you can make a career out of this, and even if you become famous in the future, you can always come back to Broadway to perform. You have a very good dance background and that's your biggest strength on Broadway. As far as how long it takes to get from Broadway to Hollywood, there's no time limit, and I'll let you try out for any role I think is right for you. In fact, I've already considered your position, you're suited to a costume film adaptation of a famous book, or a song and dance film, and I've already thought of a few projects that would suit you, it's just that it's going to take time."

Alexandra's eyes lit up slightly at Simon's words and asked again subconsciously, "Time?"

"Yes, it's not an exaggeration to say that the projects that I can look at straight away are very good, the kind that can make the actors involved a hit. But that also requires the actor to have a certain amount of accumulation including acting skills and curiosity. Otherwise, taking the liberty of putting you in that position would be a disaster for the film if the audience doesn't buy it, and the same is true for you, because once these important film projects fail, it's hard to get a similar opportunity."

The comment certainly turned Alexandra's newly uplifted mood back down.

Simon smiled, patted the woman on the waist and said, "A little disappointing, right?" Without waiting for the woman to speak, Simon continued, "This is actually me being honest with you, if it were any other man, they might make all sorts of flowery empty promises to get you, but not me. For the women around me, I can guarantee them the best opportunities, but it's up to them to take them or not."

There was a knock on the door at that moment and Simon promised that a waitress would push the door open, alerting the plane that it was landing in five minutes.

Simon nodded and waited for the other woman to leave, reaching out to help the woman pull her seatbelt out and buckle it in, continuing what he'd just said, "But one thing I can promise you right now, Ari, you'll have a great life in New York. And you can also not follow the plan I've just laid out and just purely enjoy life, you know, satisfying you is the least of my problems."

Alexandra watched as Simon himself buckled his seatbelt and finally spoke again, "Simon, what about the future?"

"In the future, ah, whether it's a month from now, a year from now, or longer, if you want to leave, then leave, I've never been one to force things. Of course, as long as you're with me, I'll treat you as my woman."

In just one day, Alexandra Martinez's journey was probably: dream - reality - dream.

When the Boeing 767 landed at New York's JFK International Airport, the man said he had to attend a meeting and parted with her straight away.

Suddenly in a foreign land, the man on whom she relies disappears directly after landing, and there are those last words on the plane that suddenly make Alexandra a little terrified, even as she thinks she may have made an outrageously wrong choice in the heat of the moment.

When the housekeeper, Angelique Davis, took over her schedule, she was soon back to dreaming.

Because of jet lag, it was Tuesday morning when she departed Milan, and it was still Tuesday morning when she arrived in New York after an eight-hour flight.

Still in the car, Angry Davis had some real estate information for her to choose from, which would be her future residence in New York. The thick side of the file had everything from single-family houses on the Upper East Side, penthouses in Midtown, and large flat mansions in Greenwich .......

The husband's family owned a single-family house on the Seine in the West End of Paris, and it was already that family's largest asset.

Now, none of the properties she had in her possession were any worse than the Seine house with ancestral glory that her husband's family often boasted, and which the man had only used to house his lover.

A bit of picking and choosing led to the selection of a four-story single-family house on 78th Street on the Upper West Side, next block to the famous American Museum of Natural History.

Mostly because that house was close to the Upper West Side section of Broadway.

It was sort of her alternative.

In the end, she wasn't going to be a mere florist, but rather took his advice and decided to start her career on Broadway.

Then the car drove straight to the Upper West Side.

In fact, the single-family houses in Manhattan are not the same as the conventional single-family houses that ordinary people understand. In this land-locked island area, it is difficult to separate a single-family house from a courtyard, so the villas are stacked closely together like books on a bookshelf.

Entering the villa, the interior of the villa is decorated in European style with a warm warm yellow tone, and there is an open hall on the second floor with a gorgeous crystal chandelier overhead.

Everything inside the villa is very new, no signs of occupancy, but also no sense of dust from long vacancy, obviously someone has been regularly and carefully maintained.

Sort of settled down.

Then it got busy again.

Once again, Angeri provided a roster from which to select a guard, somewhat flattered that she had been on the level and not too aware of the intimate gossip that surrounded such a big man as Simon Westeros, and then it was on to the selection of vehicles and the most tedious and exciting acquisition of various daily service bags and shoes.

Throughout the afternoon, she was personally escorted by Angry Davis and her two valets around half of Manhattan.

At first, she was a little reluctant to let go, until Angry broke the news that she had a million dollars to spend on her outfit.

A million dollars!

The first thought is can you cash in?

Immediately cursing herself for being so lame, she ended up not knowing how much she'd spent the afternoon, but anyway, back at her Upper West Side 78th Street residence again, various boutiques delivered her purchases, and the cloakroom next to the master bedroom on the fourth floor of the villa was immediately filled most of the way.

Later in the evening, one of WMA's agents came to the door.

WMA, of course, knew.

The largest Hollywood talent agency in the United States.

The visitor was a very competent middle-aged woman named Brigitte Motz, and Angry said she would be her agent in the future if she was satisfied, while the time to arrive was to first take her to a party in the New York film and television circle to meet some people.

Anyway, at the end of the day, lying on the gorgeous, soft bed in the master bedroom of the Upper West Side villa, she realized once again that a certain man hadn't been around all day.

The next few days continued to be a series of various events.

The next few days were a blur of activity: health check-ups, beauty treatments, English classes, official paperwork, a credit card, $50,000 a month, and a smooth integration into New York's film and television scene, with a few good friends. Although, there was a clear sense of a certain man in the polite or cautious or complimentary or pleasing attitudes of those around her.

But, what the heck?

And the first stage role was quickly finalized.

It's a new play called The Choice, based on the true story of the famous German conductor Wilhelm Furtwangler, who met his trial after World War II.

The agent, Ms. Motz, implies that Simon has personally chosen the play for her, as it is new and mainly a man's play with a small female cast, which is perfect for a newcomer like her, even if it fails, as it is not one of those enduring classics that have a huge impact on her career.

So busy until the weekend, I don't know how I started to get used to this new life.

It's not quite what I expected, though.

And finally remembered something again.

Even contacting a certain housekeeper to get a lawyer for herself, always cutting back with the past, or at least divorcing the marriage first.

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