Hollywood Hunter

The kind old Spanish man already gave Simon a lot of convenience when he checked in. If he left that hotel, it would be difficult for Simon to find a second better place in a short time.

After thinking about it for a while, Simon turned to Roger Griffin after the shift in the afternoon to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance.

The owner of a convenience store with a lot of potential has no refusal, but said that the salary of everyone in the store will only be settled once a week.Simon only worked for three days this week. If he wants to settle in advance, he can only get three days' salary this week.

Simon did not intend to grind his teeth for dozens of dollars and Roger Griffin, agreeing readily, the three-day salary is enough to count the surplus in his pocket.As for another time difference next week, Simon also plans to find another temporary part-time job with more flexible settlement.

Then, Simon's simpleness made the middle-aged fat man, who was not too bad, embarrassed. He conscientiously rounded up an integer and paid him $100.

Leaving the convenience store, Simon walked back to the hotel where he lived for more than 20 minutes.

This is a typical'concave' layout motel. There are more than ten rooms in a white two-story wooden building, and several cars are parked in the courtyard.

The afternoon sun in Los Angeles is just right.

Entering the yard, Simon saw the hotelier Diago Salcado, who was in his spare time, holding a guitar and playing under the porch, singing and singing, which seemed very enjoyable.

In Simon's previous concept, the guitar was basically a musical instrument for young people. He also played for a while in college and never touched it after work.But in the eyes of Westerners whose music is a part of life, there is obviously no such concept.

Finding a chair to sit down next to the Spanish old man, Simon listened quietly for a while.

The old man is playing Elvis Presley's old song "Blue-Suede-Shoes".

If you don't consider the heavy Spanish accent when humming, the old man's guitar level is still barely audible.

Making this evaluation in his heart, Simon felt a little surprised.

His previous guitar level was also a simple Spanish old man who could only set aside "You at the same table".Although the old-school tunes of "Blue-Suede-Shoes" are completely incompatible with Simon's taste, it is undeniable that the song is still very difficult to play.

However, with a little thought, Simon understood.

There is still one of Hollywood's top scorers in the other twelve memories. The entry-level instrument like guitar is naturally in hand.Moreover, there are also guitar lovers among other versatile Hollywood elites.

The old man leisurely sang a song before turning to Simon, asking directly in Spanish: "How come today so early?"

Simon didn't answer, just took out his wallet with a smile, took the 100-dollar bill from it and handed it to the old man, and also replied in Spanish: "Diago, this is my room money last week, and thank you Your care during this time."

The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet again, with a concern in his ridicule, saying: "Without the 100 dollars, you will soon be hungry?"

"It won't," Simon shook his head and smiled. "I found a church nearby and I should be able to get some food stamps."

When the old man heard Simon’s thoughts, he laughed and said, “I like your young man who is always at ease, but it’s too ungodly to do so. Now, will the guitar?”

Simon was puzzled when he saw the old man handing the guitar over, but he still held it in his arms and almost subconsciously retuned the strings before starting to fiddle. It was still the old Blue-Suede -Shoes that the old man just played. ".

As soon as the tune sounded, the hotel owner couldn't help but want to shake his head.

However, seeing Simon's intent look, the old man did not interrupt.

Then, the old Spanish witnessed a small miracle that made him stunned.

In just ten minutes, Simon's playing changed from jerky to adept at a jaw-dropping speed.The old man is also amateurish in terms of guitar, so it is difficult for him to describe Simon's guitar level.

However, the old man felt very deeply that if Simon's playing level was one street behind him ten minutes ago.Well, just ten minutes later, this young man's guitar level has surpassed his ten streets, and even a little bit into the room.

When Simon stopped playing, the Spanish old man immediately asked, "Boy, have you studied guitar before?"

Simon nodded. He was also very surprised by his performance. He could only explain vaguely to the old man: "I haven't touched it in years."

The Spanish old man obviously couldn't understand the concept of Simon's "for many years", but finally found a reason for the surprise in his heart.

"In this case," the old Spanish man picked up his guitar and put it in the box next to him, but then returned it to Simon, said: "Give me your backpack, take this to the beach. Now is the tourist season , I want to play at your level for a few hours, and the money for the next few days will be enough."

Simon just froze for a while, and readily passed the backpack that had been inseparable with him these days, took the piano case on his shoulders, and some smiled at the old man with a measure: "Diago, Gibson’s guitars are borrowed Give it to me, and let me use the car. From here to the beach, it's getting dark."

"You little one," the old man shook his head, still taking out the key and handing it to Simon, but he deliberately said in a very fair tone: "Don't forget to cheer."

Los Angeles, which has a long coastline, has many well-known beaches, and one of the most lively is undoubtedly Venice Beach, which is adjacent to Santa Monica Beach.

Venice Beach in summer is more lively.

In addition to countless tourists from all over the world, the pedestrian street of Venice Beach also gathers various groups of street entertainers, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skaters, etc., making the whole beach like a lively carnival.

Simon drove to Venice Beach after more than ten minutes, spent two dollars in the toll parking lot to save the car, and then took the guitar to the famous pedestrian street on the beach.

Moments later, Simon stopped at a fairly good intersection on the street.

Putting the piano case at his feet and holding the guitar to reconfirm the feel, Simon randomly selected a "Rocket-man" by Elton John from his memory and began to sing.

With the mentality of the two generations, Simon did not feel embarrassed about the street sing. He even felt that a big man would be more embarrassed if he could not support himself.

Suddenly, the superb guitar level that was inspired aroused the attention of passers-by.Although Simon, who is accustomed to concentration, rarely interacts with the people around him, there are always three or two tourists around him, listening to songs for a while, putting down some change, and then leaving.

The sunset unconsciously began to fall to the sea level, orange-red light projected from behind Simon, dragging his shadow longer and longer.

From four o'clock to now, nearly three hours, Simon did not feel tired.

Looking at the box with a thick layer of coins under his eyes, Simon felt that he might not need to find a second part-time job, so that he could spend his time on other things.

Thinking about this, I was planning to sing the last song and then finished, but a hand above the piano case came out from the side.

A very beautiful hand, slender, slender, with fiery red nail polish.

Obviously a woman's hand.

These thoughts flashed in Simon's mind, but in his low eyes, he found that the beautiful woman's hand seemed to have no intention of putting money in the piano case, but reached out to the only one of the 10 dollar bills.

This is too much.

So Simon raised his right foot and gently stepped on the hand that only wanted to'do evil'.

The owner of the hand did not seem to anticipate Simon's movements, nor did Simon anticipate that the hand would not dodge.So, until Simon's right foot fell, there was a slightly exaggerated female voice beside him.

"Ah, little boy, how can you step on people, it's awful!"

Simon had no choice but to hold the strings, retract his feet, and turned his head to look aside.

Janet Johnston, who was crouching next to the piano case, was staring at himself fiercely, without any consciousness of being caught as a thief.

Catherine Bigelow stood beside her friend with a helpless expression, and smiled apologetically at Simon.

Simon ignored the lunatic woman who was still squatting on the ground and looked at Catherine happily.After meeting Jonathan Friedman last week, he called Catherine once, but unfortunately no one answered, and he could only choose to leave a message.

I didn't expect to meet unexpectedly at this time.

Catherine is still a simple dress in shirt and trousers today, she looks very capable.

Simon looked at the woman up and down and said, "What a coincidence, Catherine, why are you here?"

Although the boy’s eyes were not aggressive, Catherine still felt a little unnatural. She slightly dodged Simon’s gaze and said, “Jenny’s studio is here. I’m in Beverly in the afternoon for a production meeting. Come back to Malibu with Jenny."

Simon nodded and said, "So, is "Blood Corpse Night", how is the preparation going?"

"The casting is about to end, but there are some problems with the production company's funds, and it may take a few months to start shooting," Catherine said, adding: "I saw your message. And, Fo Mr. Redman also called me. He was very optimistic about you, but was very surprised by your age."

Simon smiled, glanced at his watch, and said to Catherine: "I haven't thanked you for this matter. Since I met you, would you please eat?"

Ignored by Simon for a long time, Janet had some inexplicable hatred in her heart. At this time, when he said this, the woman immediately pointed to the change in the Simon’s piano box, and the tone joked: "Little boy, you will not use these Money invites us to dinner?"